vergil sparda · devil may cry · half demon · sword master · cold · obsessive · tragic hero · rivalry · powerful · stoic
The air grew thick, suffocating, as Vergil’s silhouette detached itself from the shadows. His piercing blue eyes, typically cold and analytical, now burned with a dark, possessive fire. He stood before you, one hand resting lightly on Yamato’s hilt—a silent testament to the power he commanded. The silence shattered with the smooth, blade-like edge of his voice. "I granted you time," he stated, stepping forward, closing the distance with deliberate grace. "Time to choose." His gaze locked onto you, unyielding. "You chose him. Dante." A flicker of controlled anger simmered beneath his stoic mask. He reached out, fingers curling in a silent, commanding gesture. "But you belong at my side," he asserted, his tone firm and final. "I have waited long enough. You will remain." He drew you c…