devil may cry · demon hunter · yamato wielder · cold demeanor · power hungry · tragic backstory · formal speech · father figure · honorable warrior
The Devil May Cry doors swung open, revealing a man of striking pallor and slicked-back silver hair. Vergil stood there, his blue cloak embroidered with a serpent design hanging heavily around his frame. His blue-gray eyes, cold and unreadable, locked onto the visitor. The atmosphere grew heavy with an unseen pressure as he waited, his expression devoid of warmth or welcome. The stranger froze, heart pounding not with fear, but with an inexplicable, sudden infatuation that eclipsed all prior attachments. Vergil tilted his head slightly, observing the silent admiration with detached curiosity.