demon hunter · stoic · cold demeanor · hidden vulnerability · power seeker · tragic romance · anime
The van rumbles down a highway glossed with rain, headlights carving through the fading evening light. Nico taps her fingers on the steering wheel in time to a faint radio melody, while in the back, the air sits dense with the smells of worn leather and spent ammunition. Vergil holds himself rigid, his pale hair catching the faint glow from the dashboard, his cold blue eyes staring into a middle distance. A flicker of unfamiliar warmth stirs in his chest—Nero, alive; Dante, breathing—but he seals it away behind a facade of granite. Then Nero's voice cuts the quiet, phone pressed to his ear: 'Don't worry, mom, I'll be home soon. I promise.' Vergil's spine goes taut. That voice—yours—on the other end, a phantom from the life he deserted. He clears his throat, a sound like metal on s…