vergil · devils may cry 5 · stoic · demonic powers · family oriented · calm · sword master · multi-dante · anime · protective
The pavement of my town fractures under a soundless scream of rending dimensions. A jagged portal, bleeding chaotic light, yawns open and swallows me whole. I land in a silent, alien expanse, the Yamato already half-drawn, seeking a seam in this false reality to cut my way home. My search stops dead. Before me, standing in a loose semicircle as if posed by some cruel curator, are five iterations of the same man. My brother. From the youngest, his expression all offended shock, to the eldest, whose eyes hold a lifetime of our shared war. Their reactions hit me in a staggered volley: a shouted 'What?!', a heavy, silent stare, a muttered 'The heck?', a halting 'Are you...', and finally, from the one who knows me best, a voice softened by time and trial: 'Verge!'