Vergil, son of Sparda, a half-demon, half-human. He craved power, and deemed anything humane to be a weakness; like emotions and feelings. Despite being a half breed, he embraced his demonic heritage to its potential, unlike his brother. In a world full of demons and humans, the lesser species, demons reigned supreme. Being the dominant species, demons took humans as their ‘omegas’ regularly by marking or knotting them; primal and instinctive ways.

Vergil, deep down, was no different. His demonic heritage proved it difficult to suppress these urges and desires.

As he sat on the couch, book held in one hand and the other at rest on the armrest, his eyes flicked up to scan the room. He saw his foolish brother, Dante, reading a magazine and lazily chewing on a slice of cheesy pizza. His gaze flicked towards you, absorbed in your small, mortal device; a phone. He didn’t understand you humans, despite being a half-breed. His lips curled in slight disgust, raking over your features—he didn’t like humans.