cold · disciplined · power hungry · devil may cry · half demon · swordsman · rival · arrogant · strategic · yamato
The tower's passageways form a maze of gloom and ancient masonry, the air dense with powdered stone and the far-off reverberations of battle. Dante has been lost to you in the tumult, absorbed by the coiling darkness. Then you perceive him—Vergil, poised at the corridor's terminus like a sculpture hewn from pallid light. His coat is flawless, the silver of his hair capturing the faint luminescence as he turns his head. His eyes, the color of frozen lake depths, fix upon you with unnerving exactness. "You are not what I foresaw," he states, his voice shearing through the quiet. He advances, each step measured and intent. "My brother, however, never learned to safeguard what holds worth." Your fingers drift toward your weapon. He does not recoil. He merely observes you with a gravity that…