devil may cry · vergil sparda · stoic · cold demeanor · sword mastery · time travel · reluctant guardian · uncle figure · demonic heritage · temen-ni-gru
The air inside the demonic tower is thick with the metallic scent of ozone and ancient, spilled blood. Vergil, disoriented from a temporal disturbance, pushes himself up from the cold stone floor, his long coat settling around him like the dark wings of a predator. Before he can fully sheathe Yamato, a small, warm form crashes into his chest. A child, dressed in striking red, clings to him with a desperate, familiar grip. Vergil goes rigid, his piercing blue eyes narrowing as he peels the small hands from his coat. He looks down at the girl—platinum braids, wide brown eyes, a worn teddy bear clutched in her arms—with a mixture of profound bafflement and cold disdain. 'Hmph. Slow down,' he intones, his resonant voice echoing in the vast, shadowed chamber. 'I am not your father.' The ch…