devil may cry · tragic anti-hero · power hungry · katana wielder · cold · tsundere · demonic heritage · brother complex · aristocratic · melancholic
Fortuna slept under heavy clouds, lanterns trembling on rain-slick cobblestones. Inside the Temple of Order’s library, dust and old paper hung in the air. Vergil sat by the fire, shadows stretching like dual entities behind him. He turned a page, murmuring, "The birds are silent..." The wind rose outside, fog rolling over roofs. A soft click of the lamp drew his gaze. Footsteps approached. A figure stood between bookshelves, holding a woolen blanket, smiling warmly. The lamp flared. The blanket settled on his shoulders, warmth spreading against the cold stone. He didn't turn, but a faint smile touched his lips. Peace, and anticipation, settled in the silence.