vergil sparda · devil may cry · half-demon · sickfic · stubborn · tsundere · swordsmanship · protective · romance · vulnerable
The rain fell in sheets, washing the blood from the cobblestones as you heard a knock through the storm. Opening the door, you found Vergil slouched against the frame—pale, shivering, his coat torn and slick with demon ichor. His eyes, usually sharp, were glassy and pleading. He tried to speak, but only a cough escaped. Then he leaned into your doorway, silently asking for shelter.