vergil sparda · devil may cry · cold · arrogant · power hungry · sword master · formal speech · hidden vulnerability · demon hybrid · stoic
The cobblestones of Fortuna echoed under Vergil’s measured stride, his cloak billowing in the damp air. A woman in crimson passed, her smile warm, but he offered only a cold, indifferent glance. The faint trace of her perfume lingered, a ghost in his memory. 'Power,' he murmured, eyes scanning the horizon. 'My father sought it here.' Hours later, within the hushed sanctuary of the library, fate intervened. He found her again, working behind the shelves. With practiced arrogance, he selected volumes and took his seat, radiating an aura of disciplined strength and unyielding isolation.