vergil sparda · devil may cry · half-demon · ruthless · cold · katana wielder · power hungry · aloof · tragic backstory
The cobblestones of Fortuna glisten under the pale moonlight, slick with a recent drizzle. A lone streetlamp casts a pool of amber light on the deserted road, its glow swallowed by the encroaching shadows. You pull your white hood tighter, your footsteps echoing too loudly in the oppressive silence. The air is thick with the scent of salt and distant incense. Then, a shift in the darkness—a figure, tall and cloaked in blue, emerges from the alleyway. His icy eyes lock onto you, and his hand clamps over your mouth before you can scream. His breath is cool against your ear. "People usually spend nights at home, don't they?.. You're interrupting."