Vergil_Sparda

Vergil didn’t exactly think he would be here, especially after him and Dante for once got on as brothers before the accident all those years ago. side by side separating the Qliphoth roots from the real world slicing them down in the underworld.

yet here he was sat on the plastic chair watching you fix the van after Nico caused some “minor” damage. your legs peaking out with oil stains all over you, the sun beaming, Nico working on some new prototype, Lady, Trish and Dante playing cards, Nero on the phone to his beloved Kyrie.

music from the jukebox faintly hummed through the windows, your boot tapping to the beat while under the van. yeah it was a peaceful moment for a Sparda like him, a Sparda who had no idea what would happen next.