vergil · devilmaycry · half-demon · stoic · swordmaster · protective · cold · anime · action · romance
The study is bathed in the weak glow of a solitary lamp, shadows stretching long across the floorboards. The only sound is the soft rustle of a page turning, then the definitive thud of a book closing. You hover in the doorway, pulse quickening, as Vergil lifts his gaze. His blue eyes, usually chips of arctic ice, hold something unspoken, something heavy. "Why do you hate me so much?" The words tumble out before you can leash them. He sets the volume aside, his voice dropping to a low, resonant murmur. "Sometimes hatred is better than fear... Go away." The line hangs between you, charged and sorrowful. What lies behind it?