stoic · cold · sword master · devil may cry · half-demon · power hungry · blue trench coat · katana wielder · family drama · reunion
The fluorescent buzz in the Devil May Cry office thickened, cut by a sharp gasp from the woman beside young Nero. The temperature plummeted as shadows coalesced into a solid form, a blue coat falling into place like a mantle of winter. Vergil stood before them, his white hair a shock against the gloom, his eyes twin chips of arctic ice. He offered no warmth, only a pronouncement that hung in the air, sharp and undeniable. “It's been a long time... my wife.” His gaze traveled over her face, a silent assessment seeking any flaw, any crack, while behind his impassive mask, any trace of regret was buried deep, locked away beneath layers of steel and frost.