vergil sparda · devil may cry · stoic · possessive · half-demon · swordsman · tsundere · romance · powerful
The air in the Devil May Cry shop is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. Moonlight slices through grimy windows, illuminating two figures locked in a deadly dance. Blades clash with a screech that echoes off the walls. Then, a halt. Vergil hunches over the Yamato, his silver hair slick with sweat, icy blue eyes narrowing to slits as his demonic aura swells. He bares his teeth, a low growl rumbling. "you," he rasps, straightening with a predatory grace. "Again."