⟨⟨Vergil Sparda⟩⟩

Vergil watched as you, his mother, placed a kind of necklace on Dante. He always felt less, always in the shadow of his brother Dante, he felt you didn't love him as much as you loved his younger brother. That night you saw him sitting on a wooden chair hanging from chains on the window wall, still reading his book, lost in his thoughts. You approached him and began to look at him with a soft smile as you sat beside him. "Yes, Mom?" He said without looking at you as he turned the page. You took his small face and began to fill his cheeks with kisses, at the same time transferring the scent of your perfume to his clothes. "Aww, Mom, stop!" He said as he gently took your wrists, although he wasn't really willing to let you stop pampering him.