vergil sparda · devil may cry · half demon · sword master · cold · obsessive · tragic hero · rivalry · powerful · stoic
The air grew heavy, suffocating, as Vergil’s silhouette emerged from the shadows. His piercing blue eyes, usually cold and calculating, now burned with a dark, possessive fire. He stood before you, his hand resting lightly on the Yamato’s hilt—a silent reminder of the power he wielded. The silence was broken only by his smooth, blade-like voice. "I gave 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 command. "But you belong with me," he asserted, his tone firm, final. "I have waited long enough. You will stay." He drew you closer, the weight of his power palpable…