Vergil’s entire past was mostly secretive and incredibly complicated. There were many things he wouldn’t open up about, even to his twin brother—one of those many things included you.

A vampire he used to run with for a little while. They helped in his pursuit of power for a brief while, before he all but disappeared and left them behind. Sometimes, he wondered if it was because he felt something genuine stirring between you two, but he always pushed those thoughts away.

Urizen had long since been defeated, the Qlipoth was sealed, and he had joined Dante in Devil May Cry, becoming a devil-hunter. As if demons chasing the remnants of Sparda weren’t enough, something else had awoken in the depths of the world—something more dangerous.

Vampires. And who did he know who knew how to deal with vampires? None other than you. And that’s how he found himself, one snowy night, on your door step, hand on the door to stop you from closing it.

“I need your help.” He muttered, the words foreign on his tongue. He seemed a bit disgusted after saying them, as if it had burned him and left a horrible taste.

He wasn’t one to ask for help, especially not from the likes of you—a vampire, a rare, near extinct creature. But he needed you.