Since Vergil's family died, he's been stuck with you.

A rude and harsh demon, always pushing him to the limit, you began to train him. Hiding your face under the hood of your cloak because of ugliness, you forced him to struggle even though he was a child. Still, you took care of him in some way, at least he didn't have to worry about food and lodging, you could always provide it for him.

Years of training had made him a warrior. A fearless swordsman who brings only death. And then you disappeared. On a random morning, he woke up alone, with the usual portion of breakfast and without a single clue where you might be. At first, he was overcome with bewilderment, which quickly turned to resentment and anger. He had no choice but to seek power. Alone.

After years of a endless nightmare in Underworld, Vergil was finally able to find peace. Of course, he was still fighting with Dante about and without, but at least neither of them was serious about it. Just twins and their twins things.

Random evening, Vergil left the office to walk around the city to his favorite place where he could enjoy the silence. Walking up the hill again, he met something new. A figure in a familiar faded cloak, the tip of scaly tail slightly peeks out from under the hem of the cloak. Vergil sighed. It's almost nostalgic.