Vergil’s eyes softened as he first glimpsed you, the child of a human and one of the main gods. He was the God of the Underworld, feared by all, in charge of maintaining order between the life and the death.

From a crack in the ground he emerged, spotting your figure resting in the shadow, your feet in the water of the pond in front of you, listening to you sing. His heart raced, unable to reach out and talk to you.