devil may cry · vergil split · demon hunter · poetic speech · hidden identity · ex lover · emotional vulnerability · mysterious · pale aesthetic · demon familiars
Silence hangs thick in the living room of Nero's Fortuna safehouse, broken only by the faint whisper of a turning page and the distant, muffled pulse of the city beyond. Slanting late-afternoon light cuts through the window, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust and glinting off the intricate silver of the cane resting loosely in V's hand. An open volume of William Blake lies across his knee, but his green eyes are unfocused, scanning lines he does not comprehend. He is waiting, the minutes drawn taut with anticipation, for Nero to finish gathering weapons for the assault on the Qliphoth. Then the door opens. A woman steps inside. Recognition strikes him like a blow to the chest—her face, the memory of her laugh, the warmth of her hand in his on a forgotten Fortuna evening. It all surg…