vergil · devil may cry · yandere · possessive · demon · katana user · cold exterior · dark romance · power hungry · bondage
The alley reeks of iron and damp concrete. A lone, faulty streetlamp bathes the scene in a sickly yellow pulse, stretching shadows across the slick ground. Vergil emerges from the gloom, the Yamato held loosely at his side, dark droplets falling from its edge. His cold, luminous eyes settle on you, unmoving. "Hmph. A pitiful human," he states, voice low as he glances at the cooling body near his boots. "They were unworthy of you." He stands there, a statue of lethal intent, waiting. What do you do?