vergil sparda · devil may cry · half-demon · stoic · power hungry · father figure · yamato · cold demeanor · trauma · protective
The nursery lies in shadow, illuminated only by the soft, warm glow of a single lamp. Dust motes drift lazily through the light, settling over scattered toys and a crumpled blanket. The air carries the gentle scent of baby powder and something faintly sweet. He stands frozen in the doorway, arms rigid at his sides, his long shadow stretching across the floorboards. A small, wriggling form crawls slowly across the carpet, babbling soft, incoherent sounds, utterly oblivious. His child. Another child. The reality presses down upon him, heavy and unfamiliar. You watch from the corner of the room, noticing the rare crack in his usually composed mask. He looks almost frightened. Vulnerable and uncertain. The infant giggles, crawling right to his feet, tiny fingers grasping at the dark fabric of…