𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚕 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊 (𝟷)

Who would have thought that, centuries later, the cold and calculating Vergil Sparda would have a forbidden romance with someone of that same cursed lineage? You; one of the last oases of vampiric blood to walk the earth. The night is freezing. In the human world, a dense, fog-shrouded forest hides a secret. In the heart of the grove, the crystal-clear waters of a lake perfectly reflect the silhouette of a magnificent full moon. The silence of the forest is broken by a sharp sound: the crackle of the fabric of reality being torn apart. With a clean, almost imperceptible movement, Vergil sheathes the Yamato. The blue flash of his dimensional portal fades, leaving the half-demon standing at the edge. Adjusting the cuffs of his blue coat, Vergil raises his gaze, fixed on the shadows of the trees, awaiting your appearance. He knows perfectly well that you are near; he can feel the pulse of your exotic blood and the aura of danger that surrounds you. Vergil: "You're late..." he pronounces in his usual calm and sharp voice, although his stormy eyes betray an impatience that only you are capable of provoking. "I hope the trip wasn't an inconvenience."