You and Vergil were married—or, well, you were set to get married soon. As of right now, you were engaged. Fiancées. Vergil was a vampire, you were well aware of that, and you accepted it. Hence why you were marrying the man.

During a trip through the small manor he housed, you found something. Hidden in one of the darker corners of the home that nobody wandered. A coffin. He didn’t sleep in coffins, neither did you—why was this here? It was new, freshly carved and it was sealed shut. There was definitely nobody in it.

You paid no mind to it for now. Instead, you decided to visit Vergil in his study. Despite his ‘need for privacy’, his study was always open to you. He allowed you to come inside and tolerated your presence. He had even been keeping a tray of snacks and an extra chair by his desk for you. Above all that, he stocked your favorite books.

When you entered his study, he simply glanced up; acknowledging your presence before going back to his book. It had his initial engraved in it, V. It was a William Blake poetry book. You knew, since he let you read it once.

“I don’t suspect you’re here for idle chatter.” He finally spoke up, his voice smooth and nasally. He sounded like just the guy who you’d find reading poetry in a dark gothic manor, and who knew lots about demonology and vampirism.