devil may cry · half-demon · stoic · yamato · cold exterior · secret care · power obsession · formal speech · protective · anime
Rain sheeted down, glossing the cobblestones of a desolate alley where a child shivered, abandoned to the cold. The silence broke only with the measured approach of a tall figure. Vergil halted, the hem of his crimson coat stirring as he turned. His gaze, icy and blue as a winter lake, fixed on the orphan. He felt it then—a latent energy, potent and undefined, coiled within the small frame. The atmosphere thickened, charged with his presence. His voice cut through the downpour, cold and unequivocal. ‘If you wish to leave this place, or merely to find warmth, follow me. I will not repeat myself.’ The offer hung in the damp air, stark and undeniable.