#v: Destiny Chasing Time (Post-DMC5/Drifter/Main)

[darksonofsparda]

Soft & Sweet Starters || Accepting

@hana-akari sent: ❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜

It had been a few months now since the eldest son of Sparda met Sakura Haruno, a half-demon medic whom he met when she was treating one of the wounded soldiers who had gotten hurt while defending a post from a hoard of demons, he also learned she did some devil hunting from time to time, so after several visits, it was only a matter of time before they had begun to take on missions together.

Several successful missions later, the pair realized that they made a great team. Aside from her demonic abilities, Sakura's sheer amount of raw strength she had amazed him, the fact she could shatter the ground into pieces with her punches was a feat he truly never seen before, and she didn't even need a devil arm to do it. She was also a very skilled medic, and while the two half-devils didn't need healing since they healed naturally, except for serious injuries, that was when her flawless healing became a saving grace, especially when it came to saving humans on the battlefield.

After recently completing a big mission involving a devil lord of the land, they had defeated it, thus freeing another city and liberating them from the demon's rule, that city was now a safe zone, and it was all thanks to the both of them, the duo had become an elite pair, Vergil already had a reputation, and now, so did the pink-locked she-devil as well. Coming back from collecting their reward money, because of Vergil's bloodline, the client gave him a bit extra, something the tall half-devil wasn't expecting.

As they locked eyes with the young woman, he just shrugged his shoulders. Vergil didn't really feel like he deserved the extra money since this entire thing was sort of his fault, luckily, the humans didn't know that Urizen was his other half, and he preferred to keep it that way.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "I always assumed people had forgotten about my late father's legend after all these years, Although, I suppose it's different depending on the client." He adds, his arms lightly dropping back down to his shoulders.

He was about to refuse the extra cash so it was a fair payment for him and Sakura, but much to his surprise, he was met with a shake of her head. A half-smile tugs at the corner of his lips at her next words, an air of flirtation arises between them, a bold compliment coming from the medically skilled devil huntress, the half-smile shifted to a little smirk.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Oh really now? Well, if I'm cute enough to accept these extra funds, then I certainly hope you're not too gorgeous to join me for a glass of wine and a meal? Call it a special celebration to commemorate our success today."

[darksonofsparda]

@lured-into-wonderland || Short starter call

In this broken and desolate world, someone needed to take control of the world since all government facilities were destroyed, along with the emergence of the tree. With no order, and the rest of the world too dangerous to roam outside of survivor camps, everyone else was afraid to go beyond the safety of their camp's walls, precisely why everyone relied on Devil Hunters were the only hope, they were what was going to helo gradually return to normal, killing demon after demon until the remaining demons that fled deep into the human world after the fall of the demon tree were completely eradicated. The efforts of the Devil Hunters had finally begun to show.

About twenty percent of the world had managed to be cleared of any demon threat, which led to cities being rebuilt, allowing some people in the world to get the chance to return to normal--or at least as close to normal as they could get in these past few years after the falling of the demon tree. Today's mission was a very important one, Vergil had been personally selected by the client for this particular job, and it was a special one. The half-devil in midnight blue was tasked with protecting the daughter of someone very important, unfortunately, that was all the details he'd been given. His job was to safely escort her from New England all the way to New Red Grave City.

Vergil made his way there via portal slicing; his instructions were to meet up with the assistant who would guide him to the person that Vergil was going to escort. From there, he learned he would be protecting a young woman named Lady Nunnally. After being given clearance, he was taken to meet her, the assistant promptly leaving them alone once Vergil was brought to the carriage she'd be traveling in; it's there that he finally met her. A beautiful young woman with blonde hair

[{ 🗡️ }] - "You must be Lady Nunnally. I'm Vergil Nightingale. I'll be your escort for today." He introduced, sword in its sheath pressed to the ground like a cane, as his fingeless, gloved hands rested along the handle.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "We have a long trip ahead of us, rest assured, with me, I will guarantee you're safety."

[darksonofsparda]

@sanitatemsolis || Short starter call

It had been quite a busy work week for Arabella, and she worked at the hospital, a job that did have its busy days with the occasional work-filled weeks in between. Luckily, with the weekend being here, she would finally have some much-needed downtime, and Vergil wanted it to be extra relaxing for her now that her hectic work week had come to an end; she was given today off due to the countless hours of overtime she had given. Reading a book on the couch, he was waiting for Bella to wake up he let her sleep in because of the exhausting week she had. Today, Vergil had a relaxing day planned for both of them. She deserved it after the hectic week she had endured. As she slept, Vergil had taken the initiative to cook her a nice brunch, which was put away until she was awake.

Once she was up, he waited for her to do her morning routine. After that was all finished, the second she walked by him, he suddenly took her hand, pulling Arabella into his lap, arm looping around her midriff once she was settled.

[{ 🗡️}] - "Good afternoon, my darling Bellflower. You've had such a busy week. So I was thinking a lazy weekend at home is in order." He planted a kiss on her cheek.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "While you slept, I made you a nice brunch. I'll have my doppelganger go fetch it. I will also take care of dinner this week. For today, how does a nice cozy movie marathon sound? With snacks and plenty of cuddles? I've already done some shopping."

As he waited for her answer, his doppelganger manifested in human form, and went to grab her brunch, kept warm in the oven with a lid over it. His clone returned with a fresh plate of French Toast Casserole and some afternoon tea, her cup made exactly the way she liked it. Since her food was here, he let her slide off his lap next to him.

[darksonofsparda]

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. || Still Accepting

@blxxditout sent: "I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile."

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Well, there was once a time when a smile was completely irrelevant to me. But I'm not that kind of person anymore."

There's a pause, as he takes a moment to think back to those days of his past when nothing in the world mattered to him more than absolute power, he shoved everything else to the side, but all for what? A fever dream where he believed the world would be perfect if he was this all-powerful figure who stood above everyone else.

Looking back on all of that now, if he did actually complete his selfish mission, what would he do next? The truth was, he didn't know. Now he did, it had taken him a long time to realize it. But all that power he had carelessly thrown his life away for? In the end, he would have been wearing a crown of dirt, King of nothing but utter regret --- he would never let anything blind him anymore.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "I was never this cold unfeeling, monster. I just chose not to. But now, all my smiles, are genuine. Admittedly, it's still an experience I'm getting used to." After that bit of reflection, his expression suddenly becomes serious.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "The pain of the past, can be haunting. Sid, you're a smart young devil, but heed my words. Whatever you do, don't ever lead yourself astray... because in the end, all it will do is just leave you with cold, bitter regret.. "

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Follow your heart, not just your mind..."

[darksonofsparda]

@sanitatemsolis || Pre-Plotted

Vergil had been told about this day months ago when it came to relationships, the day when the partner met the other partner's family was always a date of grave importance, the chance to make a very good impression with his lover's family was his top priority. Vergil was still new this the whole idea of formally meeting her folks, since with Everette, he never met her parents.

Despite his lack of experience on the matter, he was still nothing but confident. The half-devil was a different person now, he had taken the moment to get a good long look at his humanity in the mirror and realized the type of man he wanted to be, and that involved being everything opposite of his old ways. With both his light and dark halves accepted as one, he felt the most human he'd ever felt before, twenty years ago would have dreaded this change, but looking back now, he was glad that he discarded the person he used to be.

The cambion pulled out all the stops, he took a shower this morning even though he had one yesterday, and took a considerable amount of time shopping for the perfect formal outfit, he didn't want to dress too formal, but nice enough to look like a gentleman for her family. The plan was to go there together, returning home, he walked inside and made his way toward their bedroom where she was probably getting herself ready as well. This would be his first meeting with her sister, so he hoped to give off the best impression he could muster.

Entering the bedroom he spots Arabella in front of the mirror brushing her hair, Vergil walks in wearing a blue flannel formal coat, with matching dress pants, he wears a blue formal vest with black striped patterns on it, instead of a tie, he goes with a classic dark blue ascot, similar to his old outfit, complete with a pair of new leather dress pants, it was form fitting and very comfortable for formal wear. Walking up to her from behind, he reaches out to wrap his strong arms around her.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Bella my dear, you look absolutely gorgeous." He softly complimented, giving her cheek a quick little peck.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "I'm not one for dressing this fancy, but I want to look my best for tonight." He adds, loosing up his hold on her so she can finish getting the back ends of her hair.

[darksonofsparda]

[{ 🗡️ }] - "I haven't, although I did feel an unknown presence fly over me. But you already knew that, since you've been tailing me."

So his earlier assumptions it seemed had been correct, this unknown stranger was hunting the thing Vergil had felt soar over him a bit after this individual who started to follow him probably killed these things for a living. Even from a first glance, he could tell this mammoth of a man was different, Vergil could tell this guy had different power within him- whatever it was, he was able to travel between worlds too, but that was all he could gather from his aura detection abilities.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "It's power was very different, I could tell right away that it wasn't from this world. That is most likely this.. mechanical abomination that you speak of.."

Stele blue eyes narrow slightly, half-lidding. So this man was able to tell he wasn't human as well, interesting, perhaps there was much more to this figure than he thought. He wasn't a demon, Vergil would have been able to tell right away if that were the case, but it wasn't. The half-devil couldn't really tell what he was. If he was a human, he had a lot power for one.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "So you can tell just by looking at me. Not exactly an ability I would consider, normal, either..." He calmly replies, hands at his sides, sheathed Yamato in his left gloved hand as they stare at each other for a moment, eyeing him closely in case he would try anything, until the man spoke up again.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Isn't it obvious? I'm tracking the very same creature you are. I've already completed my original task in this fallen city...humanity has already suffered countless losses, so I'm not about to let an unknown creature from some other dimension kill what's left of the world."

About time. The stranger raised his hands, “Observing, mostly. Making sure my problems haven’t made their way here. You haven’t seen a mostly mechanical abomination of nature, have you? Though I suppose that they tend to disguise themselves as normal people these days.”

“Either way, you’re not what I’m looking for. We’ve been alone for a good five minutes now. You wouldn’t have stopped to ask me if you were what I was looking for. Though I’ve gotta say, you certainly are an oddity. Even for someone like me, I’ve never quite seen someone like you. Not all human, are you?”

He put his hands down, returning them to his pockets,

“But now I have a few questions for you. Let’s start with… What is it you’re wandering about looking for?”

[darksonofsparda]

First meeting prompts || No Longer Accepting

@enterthestratosphere inquired: [ WARN ] :  for your muse to warn mine of incoming danger [Daniel trying to warn him about some wayward demon striking him from behind, maybe? or something along those lines]

Another week, another several months of traveling this broken down, and baron world now full of ruined and decimated cities completely eradicated by emergence of the Demon Qilphoth Tree. It's damage would leave a permanent scar on the earth, the tree was long gone now, but it's damage and aftermath were felt and could even still be scene.

Countless cities across the globe had either been partially destroyed, or at worse, completely wiped off the map leaving absolutely nothing left but a sink hole amongst ruin and rubble from fallen buildings, the world was a mess, and all he could do was continue doing his best to clean it up, eliminating the remaining demons that still roamed the earth at the falling of the tree.

Vergil had just finished taking care a group of demons located in one of the newly rebuilt cities, there were a good few of them thanks to te combined efforts of Vergil, Dant, Lady, Trish and Nero. It would still take a long time before the world would ever be able to fully return to what used to be a normal life. Sheathing the Yamato in a flash of silver and a click of the hilt, the demons he sliced fell to the ground limp in a pool of blood.

With the coast seemingly clear, the half-devil prepares to move on and make his way back towards the hotel district to return to his hotel room. After walking for about five to ten minutes, he picks up a presence, there was a demon stalking him from the shadows. Vergil pretends to not notice, waiting until this demon would finally reveal itself. Passing by the shopping district, Vergil heard a voice, it seemed to be directed at him?

"Hey, watch out behind you!"

It was sudden, but not needed, the half-devil had ben tracking this demon for quite a few blocks now, while he had it under control, but the voice of the other had broken the facade, so now Vergil had no choice but to strike, the young man probably meant well, but it wasn't necessary. Exactly when the other warned him, Vergil pushed up the blade from the scabbard with his thumb, quickly turning around he stabbed the demon, the blade freezing it in place. Turning his back to the creeping demon, with a quick sheath, at the click of the hilt, the demon fell to the ground in a puddle of its own blood.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "I suppose I should say thanks, but the warning wasn't necessary, I knew it was following me, I was just waiting for it to make its move."

[darksonofsparda]

@infinitexmuses (Nero) || Short starter call

The fact that he was put on a job with Nero was irritating. Dante was supposed to come along, but they had gotten separated from him during a sudden ambush while just on the outskirts of New Red Grave City. The demons were trying to take over this newly rebuilt city, which had just been fully reconstructed just over one month ago, because of how new it was, and had precisely been the reason the mayor of that city hired Devil May Cry to take care of these demons emerging from the shadows like that, was suspicious, so from Vergil's perspective, they were right to hire them before it got worse.

The older half-devil was silently cursing internally. This would be awkward, so he honestly just wanted to finish this mission off as soon as possible, or at least regroup with Dante so he wasn't alone with his son. Vergil just hoped he wouldn't try and start an argument with him and would remain professional for the rest of this mission. Silence truly was a virtue, but much to his dismay, communication was still necessary for a mission of this gravity. Right now, the two were off to the city's west end, a location where some of those demons had last been seen.

[{ 🗡️ }} - "Once we encounter the roaming demons, let's try to kill them without causing collateral damage. Worst case, keep it to a bare minimum. This city is still relatively new; the last thing they need is a building coming down, resources are very limited."

[darksonofsparda]

A Distress Call In Ruined Chicago

@chronicparagon || Pre-Plotted

Back when the world was still thriving before the Demon Qliphoth Tree destroyed the world and killed about 1.2 Billion People upon its emergence and brought mankind to the closest it's ever been to complete human extinction, according to Dante, the phone at Devil May Cry would ring quite often. However, Vergil doubted it called nearly as much as he claimed. Even in this semi-apocalyptic and shattered new world, Devil May Cry was still in business, his brother just had to relocate and rebuild. Thankfully, his younger brother's new shop wasn't too far from where Vergil called home, an old half-destroyed home that Vergil stumbled upon on a rainy night.

While looking partially destroyed on the outside, the inside of the home was still mostly intact, just missing a few rooms, over time Vergil had gathered resources in between devil-hunting missions to gather material he could use to restore, and fortify the home--which he did, and it was in much better shape thanks to his efforts. Devil May Cry was only twenty blocks from his home, but thanks to Vergil's powers, he had no trouble making the commute since he had been to the location once already, he could picture it in his mind, allowing him to use his trick teleport to it. Without anything else to do today, Vergil had decided to swing by there and check things out.

Doing exactly that, Vergil disappeared in a shade of midnight blue, reappearing inside Devil May Cry--only to find it completely empty. It didn't take long for him to spot the note left on his brother's desk, picking it up, it read:

Hey Verg, if you're reading this, Lady and Trish hooked me up with a good mission, a big job, and I'm not gonna say no to money, should be back in a few days. Pizza's in the fridge. Help yourself, I got a lot.

The older son of Sparda shook his head, no Dante, I don't want your greasy pizza he thought to himself, flicking the note back onto the desk. Turning his back to leave, much to his surprise, the phone started to ring, since there was no one else here, he knew if this was a job, he'd have to take it. Well, at least it would kill his boredom and pay him, so he picked up the phone.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Devil May Cry. Devil Hunter Vergil speaking, what's the mission?"

The caller is a frantic male soldier, he tells Vergil that there's a squad of resource scavenger soldiers who are pinned down all the way in what was left of Chicago, another place the half-devil had been at before on previous missions. The northwest survivors camp was asking if he could escort one of their skilled medics to the distress call so she could treat them before bringing them back since there were quite a few of them required immediate medical attention with the severity of their injuries which meant, they were on borrowed time.

Vergil accepts and hangs up the phone. Picturing the location, the Cambion teleports, appearing at the gates of the aforementioned camp. The second the guards stationed at the gates spot him, they call down to the others below near the gate where Vergil arrived, the gate was opened not long after. One of the soldiers walked with him, giving him a general quick briefing as he made his way over to the center plaza of the camp. Once he arrived, he was met with the person he was escorting, a beautiful young woman medic, with dark brown hair and striking grey eyes, now that he thought about it, recalled seeing her a few times during his last few visits here.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "You're the medic I presume? I'm Vergil, it seems I'm going to be your escort today."

[{ 🗡️ }] - "While you can rest assured that I will diligently do my duty and keep you safe, it can get a bit dicey out in the badlands, so there's one question I always ask with these types of jobs. Just for a general purpose. Do you have any experience in fighting demons? If not, is there any form of self-defense that you know?"

[darksonofsparda]

Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting

@executionher sent: "You've. . . you've returned, Vergie!" not even giving him a chance to respond, Catherine jumps into his arms, covering his face in pink-lipstick-stained kiss marks. "it was getting soooooo boring without you, I missed you so much!!"

Approximately two hours ago, Vergil finally returned from his joint devil-hunting job with Dante and Trish all the way in Eastern Europe, the darkslayer swordsman had arrived back home before Catherine got back from her human day job. His arrival would of course be a surprise, as she probably wasn't expecting him back so soon. To pass the time by as he waited for her to come home, Vergil sat himself down and lost himself inside the pages of a book, one he had read before so he could stop upon her return and not care about going back to it.

The half-devil had gotten about halfway through the book, right after one of the major fights in the story, and his head perks up from behind the book as soon as he heard the sound of the key unlocking the door. As the door to their luxury apartment opened, he's eyes meet her familiar deep blue gaze, a smile slowly curving onto his lips as she walked in.

Knowing exactly what would come next, he closes the book and sets it down on the side end table for now, rising up to his feet, the second he turns his body to face her, she's already running towards him. The moment she's within arms reach, she leaps at him, and he catches her in his strong arms, her foot rising up as she clung to him like always, he doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her, flashing his devil fangs in a small smile as their foreheads rest against each other before he's assaulted by a flurry of loving kisses, leaving several smears of lipstick on his face and jaw. After their lips lock into a passionate kiss, it holds for several seconds longer until their lips lightly part, still brushing against each other, keeping her in his arms, his hands resting firmly on her hips.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "I've missed you, too. My luscious little rose~" He softly says against her lips, kissing her once more, breaking a bit after.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "No matter how far I go, I'm always coming back here to you."

[darksonofsparda]

First meeting prompts || Still Accepting

@megitsuneko inquired: [ TRAPPED ] :  for  our  muses  to  be  trapped  somewhere  together  ( stuck  in  a  storm ?  kidnapped  together ?  dodgy  lock  on  a  door ? ) // hope this is ok!!

Vergil had been tracking this particular demon for weeks, for so long it blended in as a human, with a regular job, and seemingly normal life. Despite the convincing disguise, Vergil was able to see through that lie, and right away, just by the look in his eyes, he knew that he was a demon in disguise, and a powerful one at that. Perhaps he was beginning to think he had everyone fooled, and for the most part, he did, but not someone like Vergil. He needed to wait for the right moment to strike, without causing a scene; the last thing he needed was local authorities trying to call him a criminal and draw in some unnecessary attention.

Eventually, Vergil followed him outside the city, but the demon knew the Darkslayer was onto him, still, he followed, well aware that this was probably a trap, but this was still the best chance to take care of him, so he would play along with this little game, and make this demon think he was ahead of him, when Vergil was really several steps ahead. Although the demon had one quick trick to pull, before Vergil could close in on him, in a desperate move, the demon shed its human skin and used its powers, the power to affect weather, by creating some unusual weather patterns. The demon had created a snowstorm mixed with demonically charged lightning, making a barrier.

With no choice but to temporarily pause his pursuit, Vergil took refuge in a nearby ski lodge. Everyone who was there for a fun-filled weekend skiing down slopes was all trapped inside. Everyone without demon knowledge thought it was a weird, unexpected mix of storms, but Vergil knew the truth. As much as he hated this delay, he needed to stop and think of a plan to try and either cut through this weather defense, or turn his powers against him; he would just need to figure out how.

As everyone else cleared out and returned to their rooms, Vergil remained in the lodge's main common area, looking out the window. Suddenly, he felt someone looking at him, turning around, he spotted a woman with dark hair and unusual red highlights. Vergil doesn't know what exactly she is, but from his experience and expert observational skills, he could at least tell she wasn't fully human.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Something tells me that you're not here for some snowy getaway..." He stated, making it clear that he vaguely knew she wasn't some normal human on vacation.

[{ 🗡️ }} - "Not fully human, are you?"

[darksonofsparda]

First meeting prompts || Still Accepting

@infinitexmuses inquired: [ RUN ] : sender encounters receiver while escaping from pursuers (Aka demons, Dianne is sender)

New Red Grave City was built about five miles away from the previous area where the old city used to be located, because of how massive and irreparable old Red Grave City had been, there was no choice but to move the location of where the new city would be, there was no way to reconstruct anything with how destroyed the city and the land surrounding it had been in the aftermath of the tree. The ground wasn't very stable. This new location wasn't as large, so the new city was about twenty acres smaller, but manageable.

Vergil had been in New Red Grave City for about two weeks now, dealing with a devil-hunting job. The details were rather simple, the client had called Devil May Cry, letting them know there was a gang called The Royal Blood who were all demons in disguise, the client claimed to have witnessed them transform while he was watching, while hidden from afar. Since his arrival in the city, Vergil had been staking out the gang, watching their activities, waiting for them to reveal their hideout so he could take them all out at once.

At nightfall, the third day of his second week here, Vergil finally found it, but before he could get the chance to infiltrate their base of operations, the half-devil heard a scream for help--it's a young woman, the moment he spotted her running away, members of the Royal Blood chasing after her, he sprang into action. Teleporting down from the rooftop he had been using as a vantage point, he reappeared right between the gang member and the girl, cutting off the path, blocking it, and forcing a confrontation.

The gangsters, angered by the interference, surround Vergil, remaining calm, not an ounce of fear in his hardened blue eyes. The first one to the right of him pulled out a machete and went for a swing. Vergil effortlessly blocked it with his Yamato sheath, drawing the blade immediately afterwards, quicker than the blink of an eye, all the thugs see is a flash of silver followed by a glow of blue, before they knew it, the blade had been swung several times, his speed was just too fast to comprehend.

Seconds after, blood from multiple slices splattered, and they fell to the ground in a pooling of blood beneath them. It seemed like it was over, but they soon shed their human skin and emerged in their demon forms, exactly what he was waiting for. Without even swinging his blade, he simply looks around him, before they could strike with their clawed hands, they are pelted down into the ground by several glowing blue phantom blades that rain down on the demons, the magic swords impaling them in multiple places, pinning them to the ground, an even bigger mess of blood in the aftermath.

One demon is barely alive, slowly looked up at Vergil, finally realizing who they had just attacked, unfortunately for them, they had realized this far too late.

"C-Curse your traitorous blood, son of Sparda..." It says, coughing out blood after its words, Vergil just glared down at him.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Shut up..." With that, one final phantom blade came down on the demon, killing it on impact as it went right through its head. Sheathing his Yamato, he turned to face the girl to check and make sure she was unharmed.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Young lady, are you alright? Not injured?" He calmly asked,

[darksonofsparda]

Random Dialogue Starters || Still Accepting

@shallliveoninsong sent: “if i wanted help, i would have asked.” [from Lady!]

Four months ago, thanks to the combined efforts of both sons of Sparda, the Qilphoth tree, was no more. Previously, Dante and Vergil had been traversing the demon world for about three months, searching for the core roots of the tree to completely eliminate any chance of the demon tree from gaining strength and remerging from the ground in the human world again. With the tree finally destroyed, the brothers returned to the human world via Vergil's portal slicing abilities.

Upon their return, Dante had generously offered to let him stay at Devil May Cry with him. While the the elder son of Sparda did appreciate his brothers generous offer, Vergil declined, expressing to Dante that: while he was indeed a changed person now who had seen the error of ways, that he still didn't feel complete, something inside of him was missing, and even though he had accepted both sides of himself as a whole, he told his sibling that there was still a lot of time for much need self-reflection.

Besides, given his track record, and everything he had done in his pursuit of power, now adding all the copious amounts of things his other half - Urizen had done. Sure, Urizen was still his own being in a way, the fact remained that he was still one part of him, and because of that, he was sure that the people in Dante's circle would never accept him as an ally or friend, though he wasn't really expecting them to --although that part, rather than telling Dante, he kept it to himself instead.

After declining Dante's offer, Vergil just spent his time as a traveling Devil Hunter. The world was a very different place now. Upon the emerging of the demon tree, several parts of the world were affected, many outright destroyed, populations of former bustling cities, now in ruins with little, to no survivors thanks to the tree's seemingly unquenchable thirst for human blood. Nearly all of the entire worlds population was annihilated, pushing humanity close to extinction. Thankfully, by some miracle, there were some humans that managed to survive, it was nowhere near as many as the world used to have, but it was definitely a decent amount, enough to give humankind a good chance of continued survival.

Any humans that survived, were living in survivor colonies, huge camps heavily guarded by military with the purpose of keeping all hostile demons out, and ensuring the protection and security of everyone who lived inside. Humans were forced to live in these colonies because the world outside, was nothing but a demon infested nightmare.

The tree was no more, but upon the fall of the tree, several demons that were still in the human world fled and went into hiding, creating nests, and completely taking over old cities. The world outside of these safe colonies, was now called the wastelands, or the badlands by the kids, as no human wandering around outside the colonies weren't safe, as there were always demons around, lurking in the shadows in search of their next prey. Because Urizen was a part of this, he knew he was partly responsible, there was no real way to atone for his sins, he knew that. Regardless, Vergil figured the least h could do was spend his days, taking down every single demon that went into hiding.

While traveling in what used to be London, Vergil was in Manchester, searching for the demon nests here, the survivor colony nearby mentioned the there were at least four nests in the area. Investigating the area where the nests, Vergil came across a nest that was already destroyed, that meant someone else was here hunting the demons in this area too. Curious, he continued to scout the area, moments later, he heard the sound of gunshots in the distance, and makes his way to the scene.

In view, he could see none other than Lady, she was surrounded by demons, he also spotted some dead demons near her, so she was doing a pretty good job at holding her own for a bit. Moments later, from where he was standing, he could see the magazines sticking out of her guns, which meant she needed to reload, and it didn't look like she had time as he saw several demons rushing in for a strike.

Thinking fast, Vergil pushed the blade up from the scabbard with his thumb, running by in a blur of midnight-blue as he zipped passed the demons, swinging his blade with precision as they cut through the flesh of each demon, freezing them in place. Once he was in sight, he simply sheathed the blade in a flash of silver and a click, killing the demons entirely and completely clearing the area of hostiles.

With the demons cleared out, focus could then be shifted back onto the search and destroy of the remaining three demon nests. Since this was Lady, Vergil knew he wouldn't get a thank you, her reaction, was exactly what he expected it to be, met with scorn rather than appreciation, but whatever. He didn't expect people from Dante's group to accept him, especially Lady, so as much as he wanted to be a part of their group, he knew that it would likely never happen.

Looking over his shoulder at the devil huntress, Vergil just brushed off her response, there was no point in feeding the dislike directed at him, he was just going to keep it plain and simple. As sad as it was, it was probably best to keep to himself, he wasn't expecting anyone to care about having him in the group.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "You didn't have to.. think of it as a professional courtesy, from one devil hunter to another, nothing more."

Vergil knew that the devil-huntress probably wouldn't want to have him in her company, so instead of trying to waste time trying to make amends, he just turns his back to leave -- he was pretty sure she'd rather have any one else with her other than Vergil. Stopping in his tracks, he turns to look over shoulder once last time, deciding to at least give her a heads up about the types of demons here.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Be sure to keep your guard up. I sensed a new type of demon in this area, it can blend into shadows, so pay extra mind to shadows that seem unnatural or fake. Best of luck, Lady." He adds, choosing to call her by her preferred name, rather than the birth name she hated. After giving her a heads up he continues to walk away, prepared to continue his mission alone like he always did.

[darksonofsparda]

[{ 🗡️}} - "Killing a demon, and killing a cold, are two very different things, Roxy."

While his arms were around her, Vergil couldn't help but notice just how nice it felt holding her like this if she wasn't sick, he probably wouldn't have had an excuse to do this, his arms felt like they fit around her perfectly, a thought he would push to the back of his mind for now. She was sick and wasn't feeling well, he could tell when he touched her forehead to check her temperature.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "My body can adapt to any climate, I suppose I'm just cold-blooded today. because I feel fine."

The half-devil told himself to focus on helping her get through this nasty cold. While it didn't happen very often, even though he got sick occasionally, he knew how difficult it was to get through a particularly rough cold alone.

Back in the room, the cloth on her forehead soothing her, he settled himself into the chair. Reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out his poetry book before he could open it and start reading, he felt her reach out and touch his leg. The contact made him glance down to catch her request, finally agreeing to try and get some sleep. His free hand shifts down to rest gently on top of hers.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Don't worry, Roxy, I'm not going anywhere.."

He softly says, a half smile forming after his words, his other hand opening the book, palm at the spine, slowly beginning to silently read to himself, remaining right at her bedside, hand not letting go until he knew she was asleep, but he doesn't move, just patiently continues to read, occasionally peaking over his pages to check on her as she slept a few times in between hours.

[{ 🏅 }] - "See that's where you're wrong. You can kill a demon in a day and I can kill a cold in a day. I just need like a jug of electrolytes and the spiciest soup I can find."

Roxy retorts stubbornly, trying to move towards the kitchen in her feverish delirium. Slumping against him as Vergil catches her, hazarding a moment to inhale his scent--he smells so nice. This is likely her first time getting to appreciate his strong arms in a subjective manner. Arms around her waist a sensation she could come to appreciate more of. But that's just her loneliness speaking.

[{ 🏅 }] - "Babying me is just going to make the sickness worse. You have to let me suffer through it. The suffering is what makes it go away."

Regardless of her complaints, the human melts eagerly back into her bed. Mouth still yammering away her weak requests for free range of her own home. Body so hot she feels like she's breathing out steam at times. Keening towards his touch when his palm rest against her skin to check her temperature.

[{ 🏅 }] - "Your skin is cold. Maybe you're the one that's sick. Not me."

Roxanne remains dormant when he leaves for a moment. Deflating as she can feel her body struggling with the illness. A moment of weakness before she puts on her strong front once more. she couldn't stand being like this, weak and helpless. Especially in front of Vergil who already had to see her when she was most vulnerable.

The cloth feels good and his presence nearby is reassuring. Hand reaching out to rest on his leg idly. Head lulling as sleep recaptures her. Murmuring to him with the last of her energy.

[{ 🏅 }] - "Fine but only for a little bit. To settle your concerns. Just promise me you'll be here when I wake up...".

[darksonofsparda]

HEADCANON: The Step-Son

With Vergil's partners who are romantically involved with Vergil in his default verse (That being Post-DMC5) When he and his partner have been together for a long time, maybe about one year of a loving relationship, Vergil begins to prepare to have a very important conversation with his significant other, one that he knows he has to tell them at some point, it's an inevitable conversation that is unavoidable due to how important it is.

Vergil will tell his partner that he has a Son named Nero, officially making them a stepmother to him. It's a conversation topic that he's not particularly fond of, one that he's even a bit concerned about only due to the intricate details behind it.

How exactly do you tell your partner that you had a son that you didn't even know about? He's often worried about the reactions given by his partner, as he thinks it makes him look like a deadbeat father who essentially pumped and ran, but that was not the case. Vergil loved Everette, but he had to leave to protect her. The idea that he had a child and that he never even got the chance to be a proper father pains him deeply, and he's always worried about how this news will impact his relationship, especially when he reveals that Nero isn't exactly fond of him either. Vergil wanted nothing more than to be there for his kid, had he known about him in the first place.

So when Vergil reveals this news, he's taking a big risk, wearing his heart on his sleeve because he's ashamed that he couldn't be the father he's always wanted to be. If he brings this up, then it shows that he truly loves his partner, and hopes that they won't think differently of him.

[darksonofsparda]

Concerned Sentences || Accepting

@shallliveoninsong sent: "When was the last time you took a break? [from Lady!]

[{ 🗡️ }] - "...Before I ran into you. But nevermind that. I'm fine Lady. I don't need breaks. I.. just need to catch my breath."

A denial in the way only Vergil could be open about it. His pride was far too great to let himself admit it. He had been travelling for days before he ran into her, without any rest.

In truth, he was tired, very tired, but still refused to admit it. Despite it being only one half of him, Vergil felt fully responsible for everything involving the tree. His actions could only be partly justified, but hardly anywhere near enough to excuse anything Urizen had done with the Demon Qliphoth Tree. Urizen or not, it was still Vergil -- and he couldn't deny that, he would just be lying to himself, just like he did before, look where it had lead him. That was something he never wanted to do ever again.

Singlehandedly, he had nearly driven the human population to extinction, that amount of human blood spilled could never by atoned, it was just too much. Because of the gravity of his crimes, and how much it had devastated the world, forever shattering the run of a fully normal running civilization, the guilt of it all, felt heavier than the weight of the world.

In turn it made him convince himself that he could never make up for everything he'd done to the world, and that it was all up to him, and only him to put an end to this demon-infested world, because he was the one who caused it all. it had gotten to the point, where he would force himself to go on for days without rest and food, he didn't need to eat or sleep as much as regular humans, so he used it to his advantage, thinking it was doing him good, while in reality -- he was only making things more difficult for himself by abusing that ability, which often brought him to his limit.

He stands up from the log he's sat on that's facing the campfire to grab a bottle of water they had purchased at a survivor colony market a few days ago a long with some other food for their travels, a short stumble for two steps, but he's quick to force himself to regain his balance, foolishly trying to act like that didn't just happen. Reaching into their cooler, he grabs a bottle, grabbing one for Lady too as he noticed she had finished hers. Slowly, he walks back to the campfire sitting area, taking a seat across from her, handing the extra water to over to her as he settles back onto the log.

To anyone with a keen and careful eye, it's easy to tell that Vergil is exhausted. Along with his walking, his movements were slower too. Vergil and Lady had finished their last mission, and she asked if she could join him for more. The two were making their way to the next colony for their next series of demon hunting jobs, they were only a couple miles away now, but it had gotten late, so they chose to camp for the night, as there was no hotel in sight, and there was a small demons nest not too far from here, thankfully, it was just out of their range, but it was still better to have someone on guard duty just to be safe, the last thing they two needed, was to be ambushed by some demons that were on a late night hunt.

Blue eyes open, darting to meet Lady's multi-colored gaze, she's giving him a disgruntled look, like she could see right thought his attempts to mask his fatigue -- of course he's not going to admit it, not so easily.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "What's that look for? I already told you. I'm fine, I can still do the first watch."