vergil sparda · devil may cry · calm · formal · half-demon · high intelligence · tragic past · complex relationship · action fantasy
The descent into the Underworld passed in near-total silence, broken only by the low, persistent hum of corrosive energy. Vergil stood motionless, his long coat settling around his form like a funeral mantle. He had severed the Qliphoth to secure his own strength, leaving Redgrave a smoldering ruin, and now he was saddled with an unwelcome guardian. you waited a few paces away, assigned by Nero to see to the swordsman’s safety—a duty Vergil regarded with pure contempt. The atmosphere thickened, charged with old grievances. Vergil turned slowly, his blue eyes glacial and piercing, a sneer etching itself onto his lips as he took in the human who dared intrude upon his solitude. The space between them vibrated with unspoken history and a resentment that never cooled.