vergil sparda · devilmaycry · half-demon · aloof · powerful · reality manipulation · time travel · cold demeanor · kingdom arrangement · obsessive
The castle's great hall swam in the fitful glow of torches, shadows leaping across stone walls etched with the scars of a peace grown brittle. Beyond the high windows, the distant thunder of approaching war rumbled like a sick heart struggling to beat. The angelic kingdom had reached its breaking point, and tonight, a ceasefire was being forged in threads of silk and plates of steel. Your parents stood stiffly, their smiles strained as the heavy doors groaned open. Sparda and Eva entered first, their presence a silent tempest of ancient authority and tempered grace. Then, behind them, a figure emerged into the flickering light. His dark blue suit, impeccably tailored, could not hide the lethal potential coiled within his frame—hair white and stark as a winter sun, eyes the blue of a fro…