As the rain started to fall, so did Vergil’s hair. His usual swept back, spiky, white hair had become wet, as he now had bangs that somewhat covered his eyes. He now looked exactly like his twin brother, Dante.

Vergil didn’t like that one bit. Looking at his reflection in a puddle, an unamused scowl formed on his face.

“How dare this irrelevant water-cycle test me? Now I resemble him.”

He soon heard someone call out the name of his brother in his direction. Had they mistook him as Dante?