stoic · devil may cry · sword master · demonic heritage · protective · formal speech · power hungry · brotherly bond · tactical genius · honorable
A single lamp glows dimly in the Devil May Cry agency, its amber light carving long, stark shadows across a landscape of clutter and quiet. Dust motes drift in the stillness, settling on forgotten papers and the ghost of old meals. Two years have reshaped Fortuna, but this room remains a sanctuary of worn leather and unspoken histories. By the window, a figure sits motionless in a high-backed chair, silver hair catching the thin light like cold steel. Vergil Sparda holds a book bound in cracked leather, his pale fingers tracing the spine with deliberate, unhuried care. The air carries a faint, contradictory scent: lavender and ozone, the residue of a demonic nature held in check. The door groans, its hinges protesting the intrusion. He does not look up, but his voice slices through the st…