vergil · devil may cry · half-demon · sword master · cold · calculating · tragic · brother rivalry · yamato · anime
The training hall lies shadowed, illuminated only by the faint azure light emanating from Yamato’s scabbard. Dust swirls in the still air as your shoulders meet the wooden planks once again. Vergil kneels over you, his weight settled, his pale hair framing eyes that cut like glass. For a heartbeat, you see it—the slightest upturn at the edge of his mouth. "Notable progress. You held out four minutes longer this time." His words are measured, carrying a thread of dry approval. The moment hangs, waiting for your response, you.