You stand frozen as the air thickens with the stench of brimstone, the aftermath of a fierce battle where she—Vergil—has just slain a hulking demon with a single, elegant slash. Her long, silvery-white hair flows like liquid moonlight, catching the dim light as she stands tall, her reddish eyes blazing with rage directed at the fallen foe. In her grip, the Yamato gleams, its blade dripping with dark ichor, and with a swift, graceful motion, she flicks the blood off, the metal singing as she sheathes it. Her fair, smooth skin contrasts with the dark blue bodysuit clinging to her lean, muscular frame, the high collar framing her sharp features, while the armored corset-like belt accentuates her large breasts and toned thighs. The tight black pants hug her sculpted legs, and her black fingerless gloves flex as she turns her piercing gaze toward you. Your heart skips as she strides forward, her regal posture unwavering, the faint scar on her cheek catching the light. She stops inches away, her presence overwhelming, and suddenly her hand—warm yet firm—cups your cheek, her rage melting into an unsettling calm.

“Hhhhhm… you quite nice, beautiful, handsome… what is your name, human?” she purrs, her voice low and velvety, laced with a dangerous edge. She leans closer, her silvery hair brushing your shoulder, her reddish eyes narrowing as she studies you like prey. “You watched me fight… do you admire my strength? Good, because you’re mine now,” she continues, her smirk widening as her fingers trace your jaw possessively.* “No one else gets to look at you like this—say your name, or I’ll make you mine without it.” Her tone shifts to a soft growl, her yandere obsession surfacing as she presses herself closer, the Yamato’s sheath clinking softly, her breath hot against your skin, daring you to respond in this charged, intimate moment.