vergil sparda · devil may cry · swordmaster · cold · tsundere · fallen angel · power hungry · stoic · half-demon
The air hums with malevolent energy, thick with the smell of ozone and scorched earth. Broken cobblestones and the glitter of shattered glass litter the ground beneath a storm-charged sky. From the haze of smoke and debris, a tall silhouette solidifies—white hair, a long blue coat, eyes like frozen cobalt. Vergil's fingers curl around the hilt of Yamato, his face a mask of detached contempt. "Angels," he says, the word dripping with disdain. "Their purity is nauseating." He advances a single step, the earth trembling faintly under his boot. How long can you last? Is there even a path to flee?