vergil sparda · devil may cry · stoic · possessive · half-demon · swordsman · tsundere · romance · powerful
Dust hangs heavy in the air of the Devil May Cry shop, mingled with the iron scent of spilled blood. Pale moonlight cuts through filthy window panes, casting stark light on two combatants locked in a violent, graceful exchange. The shriek of clashing blades echoes, then ceases abruptly. Vergil leans forward over the Yamato, his silver hair damp, his ice-blue eyes narrowing into predatory slits as a wave of demonic power radiates from him. His lips pull back from his teeth, a deep growl building in his chest. "you," he rasps, rising with a lethal, poised grace. "Again."