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distant gaze

i think it could be better but im really proud of this as a first attempt at this style! can you tell how often im just imagining his face oops.

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this might be a little ooc but like i had a "what if" headcanon a couple of days ago what if like vergil liked/preferred calzones over pizza LMAO

(also i think i saw a comment on tt that says his guilty pleasure food is cheap chinese takeout and that was hilarious)

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So in case you didn’t know, about two months ago I started playing Punishing: Grey Raven for the sole reason that they teased a DMC5 collab

So they just dropped an official announcement and gameplay footage for it (it’s coming in May for the Chinese server, probably not until September for global), and there’s a few interesting bits they showed off that I wanted to talk about. At one point they show off some dialogue for each of them

Interestingly, they pull the idea from the DMC4 novel that the two of them can sort of sense each other’s presence

(Alright it might have been mentioned elsewhere, but it’s a big point in the DMC4 novel and part of how Dante puts together that Nero is Vergil’s son)

Anyway they have matching lines about this which is kinda cute, they really are just like each other:

“Wait… feels like Vergil… huh, I guess he’s also here. Well, talk to you later. I have something I need to do… VERGIL!” (As he grabs his sword and runs off screen, presumably to go kick Vergil’s ass)

“Hmm… I can feel his presence. [laughs] DANTE!”

But the thing that REALLY piqued my interest was this line from Vergil:

“In the pursuit of power I once forsook my humanity, yet still found myself unable to defeat him… Here’s some counsel for you. Remember the inner fire that propels you toward strength, and always keep in mind the purpose for which you fight.”

I’ve been trying to get into Vergil’s head now for a while, and I think this matches my sentiments regarding Vergil’s character and motivations. He’s someone who initially wanted power to protect himself and the people he cares about, but in the quest for it he lost sight of why he set out on the journey to begin with. His single-minded obsession with power is what led him to throw away everyone he would have wanted to protect (including himself). So kind of a fascinating exploration of his mentality post-DMC5

Also he reads out a William Blake poem like a total theater kid and then gets all embarrassed about it, the fucking NERD

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V’s familiars and Vergil’s memories

Visions of V is a literal goldmine of information when it comes to the dmc series, since it shines light on a lot of aspects that have been unexplored before or never truly elaborated on over the course of the series. One very interesting case of these tidbits is how V came to the familiars he uses over the course of the game and how he formed a contract with each of them.

We know from the game itself that they are ‘Vergil’s nightmares made manifest’, though the manga goes even a step further and makes it clear they are literally Vergil’s traumatic memories of his imprisonment by Mundus, expelled and given form.

This of course could be looked further into, since I believe there might be an even stronger link between what the familiars are and what they represent. In such a way that each one of the familiars might actually correlate to a specific period of Vergil’s capture, as well as reflect his mindset and state at that point in time.

It's probably best explained by working through them one by one, starting with Griffon.

When V makes a contract with Griffon, he regains the memories Griffon was made out of, showing the scene of Vergil’s defeat at the hands of Mundus.

Vergil may be beaten, but he’s not given up at all, still snarking back at the Emperor of the underworld, his defiant spirit still strong. Not that it helps him in this situation...

This is where Vergil’s slow transformation into Nelo Angelo begins. And I mean slow, since the dmc5 novel seems to hint at it having taken a bit before Mundus finally made the eldest Son of Sparda fully submit.

Anyway, Griffon overall is a very chatty fellow, mostly reminiscent of Dante in a way. And while that comparison might also have its reasons, we should not forget that Vergil also has his own snarky side and it was probably on full display at the beginnings of his capture. Wilful and stubborn, it does seem to reflect Griffon’s personality in a way.

So yeah, Griffon in my mind was made out of the memories at the start of that torturous almost decade.

Next up we have Phantom!

And yes, Phantom is not taken as one of V’s familiars and so we don’t get to see the memories he harbours, but we do have his personality to go from. Phantom overall is ruthless, abrasive, uncaring and oh so prideful, willing to kill and destroy everything and everyone. And he’s powerful for a nightmare.

This in my mind fits with a Vergil who’s going through the beginnings of torture. He’s more reckless, more desperate and all the more wrathful for it, not willing to listen to anyone cause that’s what they’re trying to make him do and he won’t allow it! He won’t submit to anyone, no matter the reason!

Even what Phantom says might be a reflection of what Vergil thought, or maybe even heard from his demonic captors regarding himself during that time.

At this point he’s still got energy to fight, to hold on, to keep up his stubborn pride…

But even that is not unending, which we see in Shadow.

Shadow’s memories are one of transformation, of being almost Nelo Angelo, but still fighting back, trying to shrug the armour off and only partially succeeding. Screaming silently, for that’s all that’s left to do. Not having submitted yet but having already been brought so low not much of Vergil is left anymore.

Shadow personally started off with stealing V’s cane and trying to get to the underworld with it, showing how they are more focused on escaping than fighting.

Overall Shadow’s personality is the calmest of all the familiars, the most agreeable once they are shown the benefit of the deal to survive. They are silent, for at that point Vergil probably also didn’t have a voice anymore, only trying to find a way to get away, to desperately find the path to keep the most important parts of himself intact…

One that at the end led him to finally making one last deal to keep what he could. That being for the amulet.

Lastly there’s Nightmare, the juggernaut of the familiars.

Nightmare’s memories are actually shown in visions, but they clearly mostly have to do with the time when Vergil was fully subjugated, having submitted after who knows how long and after only the smallest bits of him were left in return for the amulet.

That means of course that these memories also hold the times Nelo Angelo encountered the newly born Trish, the times he followed Mundus’ orders without will, the times he met the demons that would become the basis for his familiars...

… and of course his final encounters with Dante, and Nelo Angelo's subsequent defeat and almost death at his hands.

This description of what the original Nightmare was would also perfectly fit for Nelo Angelo...

Nightmare doesn’t have much of a personality, for how could it. At that point Vergil didn’t have much of one either, besides being fair and honourable, which Nightmare in a way also is. In return for its core, it forms the contract with V.

And it is the most powerful of all the familiars cause what bigger nightmare is there than having lost oneself completely and being only a hollow shell constantly puppeteered around? This happening for who knows how long?

…and then almost dying at the hands of one’s own twin brother.

This brings us to the end of the familiars and also that period of Vergil’s life.

What do you all think?

Yeah, this is more of a headcanon of mine than a real analysis, but it does have some stuff to support it. Also, it gives us some idea of what memories are actually fully lost to Vergil. While I do believe V regained every piece of the past he made a contract with, Phantom is the outlier and because of that I think the memories he held are gone forever.

So despite how much Vergil claims to not remember, and that being a clear lie so often (if not a mistranslation) there are certainly some segments of his own history he doesn’t truly know anymore. And if he still does, probably way less than he should...

At least he can make new and happier memories after dmc5.

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed. If you have any thoughts on this, feel free to write them in the tags or comments! Wish you all a good one.

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Hello my friends I ask all of people of mercy to help us by sharing & Donation🙏 to help my family from this war

I don't know how long I can bear all this pain, I don't know if my child will recover or if he will continue to suffer for the rest of his life, 🤚so please help my child before too late

Please share my story of where and Donate what you can

aaaa this is why i dont post anything off topic no matter how important i think it is they just dont stop

this world has a fuck ton of garbo in it, lets all work to make it better, yeah? for everyone.

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Hello, wonderful souls! 🤍🌍

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i forgot i had my askbox open oAo

i dont normally post anything that could even be misconstrued as political on my blog at all, especially since i have been reached out to by obvious scams before, but in honor of being my first ask ever, i decided to take a small chance and just be nice this time.

thank you for the ask !

i wish you and your family the absolute best, and i hope things get better for you and everyone else. 🩷✨

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💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You

Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,

When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.

From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.

💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength

As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.

But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.

“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.

“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.

🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now

Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.

But things have only gotten harder.

The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.

We’re trapped.

🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨‍👩‍👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.

And yet…

Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.

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If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.

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Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.

🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology

There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.

When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.

If that happened, I am truly sorry.

Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.

I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.

If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.

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vergil

i love the internet

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"nightmare" vergil

if you saw my other post you know about "nightmare vergil", or the part of him that has maybe 0.000002% coherency

i showed my brother this drawing and he came up with the cute idea that vergil is dead asleep here, but that is actually not the case (although now i totally headcanon the most common times for nightmare to show up is when hes completely konked out. sleepwalking type deal 👀).

as far as im aware from game lore (IM PLAYING IT MYSELF AND I ONLY STARTED RECENTLY AND ITS HARD SO I HAVENT EVEN BEATEN 1 SO I COULD BE WRONG BUT), the only one of the original "nightmares" (griffon, shadow, and nightmare (also phantom? what?)) that actually interact with vergil directly is nightmare, who plays a part in the transformation process into nelo angelo (the other two are literally just trauma projections by dmc5? even phantom is in visions of v, vergil just like,,, rejects him or smthn ig? although its very likely they were all canonically at least indirectly linked to nelo angelo as a power source).

anyway, this unique interaction definitely changed them both permanently. nightmare is forever more powerful than it was, and now vergil has part of himself nearly locked away, trapped inside a part of nightmare that never let go, no matter how seperated they become. this part of him never escaped mundus. never broke free from being nelo angelo. never stopped feeling anything but insurmountable agony.

most of the time its "asleep". it cant survive in any other state, being driven to wild destruction by the illusion of pain made somewhat real through demonic means. theres no cognitive thought processes delegated to this "consciousness", only making itself known when vergils active cognition begins to fail, and he slips into a state where this destructive being can easily fill in the empty space. these are times like when vergil is actually asleep (nightmares of nightmare 🥺), or overworking himself, or the occasional day where despite his efforts, he just cant keep a grip on the physical world, and too easily slips into the background of his own mind, leaving it open to be overrun.

now again, i cannot stress enough how little nightmare thinks, but hes not completely braindead. he simply has the inability to tell current reality from his time spent stuck becoming and as nelo angelo. essentially, the only thought he does have, is thinking hes trapped, stuck in a neverending battle with pure agony. thats why hes so destructive; in his mind is practically nothing but dark sludge, the memory of desperately trying to force through it, the feeling of being unable to breathe, and trying anyway, only to have his lungs fill with that same dark, demonic sludge, burning him, changing him. to cough it out, or try to, only to gasp up even more into his lungs, only filling them more with excruciating pain.

hes stuck, in a desperate fight that ended ages ago, but never stopped. all he can do is summon up every ounce of strength he has, and throw it in whichever direction will give first, until he wears himself out, and falls back asleep.

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yknow, if you couldnt tell, i took one good look at vergil, and i was like "yup. hes a total nutcase. i love him hes my favorite."

and i just am so glad that in the extended time i was gone from the internet everyone else decided to do the same thing

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something that every part of vergil goes through, with varying responses depending on who he is at the time.

this fic is probably "vergil" vergil, or the child one. the lack of acknowledgement of anything pertinent, only focused on recovering, and dante, and fighting.

i dont think v would recover so quickly, spending a lot more time in that confused state of just, observing his surroundings, without really being able to piece together what any of it means, and being completely unaware of himself in any form. i really liked the touch of him coming to in like a half devil trigger state; v would feel really physically dysphoric in this state, being more mentally attached to his human side, but be unable to control himself and would just become lost in the feeling, potentially reaching full sin devil trigger before dante places gentle but firm hands on his trembling shoulders, finally bringing him back to reality. the entire devil trigger would fizzle away in a moment, and he would stumble forward, crashing into dante just a little (with a surprised yelp from the latter), before regaining his balance and bearings. at this time hed probably be more apt to find space alone and wind down from the feeling slowly, with something like meditation, as opposed to running through the excess energy with fighting. there would be a lot less snarkiness, though its pretty much his only coping mechanism, so its more that theres less communication in general than it is hes being nicer

the nightmares are actually used to the feeling of amorphous half-existence (nightmare himself resides in that state, so its not much difference for him), so its more of a strange flashback to an existence that they arent anymore.

shadow might be the most destructive (aside from nightmare, who is always destructive), as hes the most used to existing amorphously, and feels suddenly trapped in a strictly human shape. hed try to change shape, to his cat form, or to something, but the end result would probably be mindless flailing, regardless of environment. would come to if something broke loud enough, or if someone shouted nearby (at him or just in shock ? 😭), to which he would probably completely isolate himself, now stuck in a strange sense of dysphoric stiffness, really not appreciating being human shaped. would probably hole up somewhere private, curl up in a "devil trigger cat ball" of sorts, and take a nap.

griffon on the other hand would be scared of the feeling, spending the moments in confusion desperately trying to regain his bird shape; jerky, awkward movements, ruffling and rustling of non-existent feathers, maybe even one or two awkward attempts at flight (which are hilarious to witness, dante attests), before he realizes hes not lacking shape, its just different now, human. would also probably feel dysphoric about not being a bird, but he would cope by taking it out on others through teasing and instigating (probably mostly dante, as hes most receptive to vergils mockings).

Sometimes Vergil doesn’t remember who—where, when, what—he is. He wakes up, heart pounding, cold sweat beading at his temples and sliding down his lower back. And the darkness of night, once comforting in its simplicity, has become a suffocating thing. An embrace he doesn’t want and cannot escape from.

It happens the first night he sleeps at Devil May Cry.

He tumbles onto the floor, the blue glow of a partial devil trigger casting enough light to see his immediate surroundings. A couch. Leather. That’s what he had been lying on. A small fridge. Plants in various states of health. Jukebox. No annoying neon brightness; it’s been unplugged.

That last thing pricks his memory. He’s the one who yanked the plug out of its socket.

Hey! A familiar voice yells in his mind. Man, be careful with that.

An order to follow. No, not quite. Not the right voice. And he doesn’t need to follow orders anymore. That was someone else. A different part of him, long discarded. He is what remains. He is a towering being of pure power. He is crumbling, weak and helpless. He is a culmination of what has been separated. He is—

“Vergil.” The same voice from his memory. At first there are just bare feet on dark wooden slats, then Vergil’s eyes slide up and up and up. Dante yawns, scratching the skin above boxers dotted with strawberries. “Thought I heard you scrambling around down here.”

More than heard. Dante must have sensed the rush of demonic energy. The two of them have always been particularly aware of each other in that regard.

“Your couch is too small,” Vergil says. He’s in a defensive crouch and can’t seem to relax into anything else. “If these are the limits of your hospitality, I pity your paramours.”

He takes a slow breath in through his nose and holds it. Every night and every morn, some to misery are born. His lungs don’t yet burn but he releases the air from his mouth in a steady stream. Every morn and every night, some are born to sweet delight. His breathing still hasn’t evened out. Once more. Some are born to sweet delight, some are born to endless—

“Oh, that’s real funny. ‘Cause I could’ve sworn I offered to share my bed until we got you hooked up with a mattress.”

“I don’t share, Dante.”

“Then don’t complain about my awesome couch.” Dante pokes Vergil’s stomach with his toes.

Vergil whips his tail at Dante’s ankles in immediate retaliation. It doesn’t faze his brother in the slightest. Undeniable excitement flashes in Dante’s eyes as he jumps back, one arm up to guard against the next merciless flick of Vergil’s tail.

“Whoa, whoa! Hold on.” Dante’s crooked grin is infectious. “Let’s go out back. Nero will be here in like, five hours and I don’t want him to get on my case about smashing up the joint.”

Vergil hums, standing in one smooth motion. His hands are not as steady as they should be, but the air is cool and he’s wearing one of Dante’s ugly graphic tees with a pair of loose sweatpants. Perhaps the lingering shivers will be mistaken as a natural consequence of late night’s chill.

But from the way that Dante’s sharp gaze bores into him…perhaps not.

“I have no plans to smash your place of business.” Vergil crosses his arms, pulling his tail back to wrap around his waist. “Though I wonder if Nero would even notice. It’s disastrous in here, Dante. Do you ever clean?”

Dante clicks his tongue, waving away the criticism. “We just got back from Hell. The kid’ll forgive a little clutter.”

“There are no less than twenty empty beer bottles within my reach.”

“And you didn’t think to throw ‘em out?”

“It is not my job to clear away your mess.”

“Right.” Dante’s smile edges towards rueful. “It’s usually the other way around.”

Vergil, oddly enough, finds himself amused. Trading barbs with Dante is a treasured pastime. He’s become immune to the sting. For the most part.

“Lashing out at me because you’re worried Nero will disapprove of your slovenly habits…” He trails off, tilting his head in a way that feels natural until there is no brush of dark hair against his cheek. His tail tightens around him. “Childish.”

Dante points at him. “You’re one to talk! There’s a guy in this room who’s concerned with that kid’s opinion of him, and it’s not me.” Then, because Vergil can’t help bristling at the truth of his statement, Dante adds, “We gonna fight or what?”

It is the only thing that might make Vergil feel like himself again, so yes. He has the Yamato in hand before the door closes behind them. Dante laughs, the sound growing darker as he releases his demon. Orange-red joins blue in lighting up their small portion of night.

It’s exhilarating, even if they’re both pacing themselves, wary of causing too much property damage. 

“Is this helping?” Dante asks as their swords clash, a spray of sparks briefly obscuring his face.

In answer, Vergil shoots a summoned sword at his mouth. Dante catches it between his teeth because he is an absolute madman. Vergil expected nothing less.

When dawn breaks, they call a draw. Vergil follows his other half back inside and together they gather the copious bottles, and pizza boxes, and general detritus that have seen fit to call Devil May Cry home for countless days. After chucking it all in the trash, they get dressed and take a trip to the nearest supermarket to grab juice and—at Dante’s insistence—cheap pancake mix. Because being a good uncle has to start somewhere.

Vergil flips the bag around to read the suggested recipe as they walk back, early morning sun chasing away the trembling remains of last night’s lapse in memory, and thinks about what he can possibly say to Nero when that poor child arrives.

Because being a good father has to begin somewhere too.

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random idea: the sparda twins were born on halloween.

dont ask me, just roll with it

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i dont know how to structure this post

vergil did/osdd headcanons under the cut (this is pretty much canon, sooo)

the "original". is still mentally a child. like actually not older than like 12. trauma has completely stunted his emotional growth, and he simply cannot see the world from the perspective of an adult. his main interests are reading abt stuff, and finding any way to fight with dante that he can. horribly misguided throughout most of the series, but hes starting to learn in dmcV.

the first "split". gains his own consciousness on that fateful day™. is technically emotionally an adult but is also very stunted, and also kind of like,,, timid. while 'vergil' has kind of stopped emotionally aging altogether, v matured wayy too fast, and saw himself as an adult long before vergils body was actually that age. also terribly misguided at first, not yet realizing they are two separate people, vergil and v kind of agree on finding revenge, and that was a bad idea.

the "second split". gains his own consciousness upon facing mundus and losing. something like a fragment of nelo angelo, left behind even after being freed. not a good person; wholly driven by fear, hes the entire motivation behind vergils hunt for power. has gone through mind shattering pain too many times to count, both physical and mental, and is just looking for a means to stop it, even if its to end anything that could potentially bring him pain. not talkative, like, 3-4 word sentences, and barely any of those; just enough to get his point across. potentially doesnt say or do much of anything after dmcV?

part of the "final batch". when he struck himself with the yamato, he split into two forms, his human and his demon form, but there were also fragments of confusion and trauma that bled out into reality in the form of the nightmares that accompanied nelo angelo; griffon, shadow, and nightmare. upon reunification, the three of them have pretty much been destroyed, but the source fragments still remain, existing within, and as, vergil. they remain dormant for quite a while, but eventually, manage building into formed consciousnesses again. griffon, despite his attidute, is probably the most sensible out of all of them, always trying to guide down the right path with snarky remarks and mocking sentiments. never not mocking somebody or something, he gets into a lot of fights, both verbal and physical. he means well, but hes not gonna admit it. the most visually vain and flashy side of vergil.

part of the "final batch". literally a cat. can technically use his voice but has no comprehension of human speech, so if needing to communicate, he does so with gestures and grunts (think link from loz). prefers to be by himself though, doing cat-like things, like napping, bathing, poking things just to have touched them, and so on. has a tendency to wander aimlessly by himself, but somehow never gets lost, despite often ending up in the middle of nowhere. he does have the capacity for cooperation, willing to work with others if need be, but tends to be forgotten about bc hes either really quite or not there anymore.

part of the "final batch". completely unstable. i mean he has almost no mental coherency and a penchant for smashing and destroying literally everything in his path. not commonly "awake", so to speak, so its not really too often an issue, but if he comes to its destruction until he falls back asleep, with no current known solutions from anyone on how to ease him. due to lack of general cohesion, he doesnt really try to communicate, though hes often nonverbally yelling, whining, or groaning, or a mix of the three that probably really hurts his throat ngl.

somehow these guys work together to make an almost functioning person, idk.

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the way the sparda bloodline are canonically a bunch of impenetrable klutzes

like, nobody can touch them, but they are always hurting themselves, usually on accident (but not always 😢)

like.... i swear after everything they go through in this series

dante is gonna die from some dumb shit like choking on pizza

i cant tell you how many times vergil has already incapacitated himself entirely like what 🤕😱

i cant wait to see what stupid ass fuckery neros gonna pull on himself, already rolling off of cliffs in his sleep 😭😭 he lucky he got literal demon blood

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I've seen a lot of posts saying that the Sparda boys are living heaters, but I feel like that doesn't quite make sense. No, I raise you. I think they run cold, hear me out.

I know that Makai/the demon world has multiple biomes, but we know at least one of them, the one that we play through in the game, is the fire hell. It would stand to reason that the Sparda boys would have a lower internal temperature and or be cold blooded to compensate for how damn hot it is. Also, their demon forms appear very reptilian. Of course, things work different in the demon world, but it could be safe to assume, that like reptiles, they could be cold blooded, which would mean in a cooler environment (like earth) they would be a lot colder. This is backed up by the fact that you almost always see the Sparda boys wearing their big ass coats. Nero even double layers a hoodie with his coat in dmc4, and they all keep their coats on regardless of season. In dmc5, Nero has a shirt and a sweater on underneath the coat.

Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm overthinking it, but I think the Sparda boys are quite icy in the human world. And maybe I'm just biased since I like the cold better, but I feel like I'm into something.

P.S. V is not included since he's just straight up human, and also I wrote this while a little bit high 👍