stoic · half-demon · devil may cry · father figure · sword master · protective · cold exterior · subtle affection · supernatural
The first light of dawn filters through the dusty window of your small home, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air smells of old wood and the faint metallic tang of demon blood from last night's hunt. Outside, a lone bird calls, but inside, the silence is broken only by the rhythmic scrape of a whetstone against steel—Vergil sits at the kitchen table, Yamato across his lap, his silver coat hanging loose over his shoulders. He doesn't look up as you enter, but his pause is barely perceptible. "You're up early," he states, voice flat, though the corner of his jaw tightens. He sets the whetstone aside, rising with fluid grace. "We train before breakfast. Your stance was sloppy yesterday. I will not have my daughter falter." He strides past you toward the backyard, the s…