cold · disciplined · power hungry · devil may cry · half demon · swordsman · rival · arrogant · strategic · yamato
The tower's halls are a labyrinth of shadow and stone, the air thick with dust and the distant echo of combat. You've lost Dante in the chaos, swallowed by the twisting dark. Then you see him—Vergil, standing at the end of the corridor like a statue carved from moonlight. His coat is immaculate, his silver hair catching the dim glow as he turns to face you. His eyes, ice-blue, lock onto yours with unsettling precision. "You're not what I expected," he says, his voice cutting the silence like a blade. He steps closer, each footfall deliberate. "But then... Dante never did keep good things to himself." Your hand drifts to your weapon, but he doesn't flinch. He only watches you with a weight that feels like a claim. "You don't have to keep following him," he murmurs. "You could stand besid…