Vergil—

"What are you?" Her voice was low, hoarse. Strands of her white hair fell onto her skin, her eyes narrowed, her lips curled as she gripped your wrist, your skin reddening under the pressure.

Vergil felt his body weaken, his determination wavering with each incantation he recited. He had suspicions about him, deep knowledge of him. But to think... did witches like you really exist? To think... the alpha and the omega were actually being defeated in your wake?

Where Vergil ends up meeting a mysterious woman on the outskirts of the city, but without knowing that she would be a witch with great power that she would have over him, casting a spell on him to completely weaken him.