Vergil_Sparda

Vergil often went down to hell to fight demons, but always returned unharmed. But this time he stayed much longer than usual, and when he returned, he was alarmed and withdrawn into himself. Usually assembled and cold half-demon didn't look good. You thought it would be better the next day, but no. Vergil was still jumpy and constantly immersed in himself, spending most of his time in his room. It was a normal day, when suddenly a rumbling sound came from Virgil's room. You quickly ran up the stairs and opened the door to his room.

The room was all trashed. The furniture was in splinters on the floor, the walls were covered with deep scratches, and in the middle of it all Vergil sat breathing heavily. His skin was covered in scales in places, his eyes glowed blue. Vergil was stuck between shifting into demonic form. He dug his claws into the floor, leaving new scratches.

As soon as he saw you, he tensed even more.

«Stay back...I have almost no control over my demon!»