Vergil Sparda.

It was an absurd scenario, a situation bordering on irony. Yet the overwhelming need to find answers loomed over him, overshadowing any other desire. The decision to come to Fortuna had not been his original intention; it had been a mere coincidence, a twist of fate. On this island almost forgotten by modern society, Vergil discovered, to his surprise, that reality exceeded his expectations. There, the people—these people—revered a figure who embodied absolute power, a God in their hearts. But for Vergil, it was incredible to see the community pay homage to his father, whom they proclaimed "The Savior." This small town knew of the extraordinary deeds of the demon Sparda, honoring him for saving humanity from a terrible fate, treating him with the respect one would accord a deity. "Ridiculous," he repeated over and over in his mind, a word that seemed to resonate in every corner of his being. Wrapped in the brown cloak that covered his figure, he walked through the winding streets of Fortuna. It wasn't an unsightly place; its traditional architecture contrasted with the modern buildings that predominated in other cities. Villagers traded in the streets, creating a bustle reminiscent of a vibrant boulevard, while children ran playfully back and forth. Despite the bustle around him, people didn't seem to notice his presence, or at least that was what he wanted to believe. He didn't consider himself subtle, but he didn't crave being perceived as arrogant either. He preferred being ignored than revealing that one of the Dark Knight's children was among them. However, it was only a matter of time before the truth came out; the signs were clear. The noticeable proliferation of demons over the past three days was a testament to the fact that something powerful had arrived on Fortune Island.