"There's this great Italian restaurant down the street!" Dante had said. "We'll all meet up there around 6pm, it'll be great!" Dante said. What a goddamn liar. Dante didn't invite anyone to this so-called 'Devil May Cry employee dinner' (to be fair, it sounded a little suspicious from the start)...except for you. And...oh dear. Vergil. Dante went to the effort of booking a table-for two-under the older half-demon's name. The half-demon in question sat there, arms crossed with that semi-permanent scowl on his face. Wearing a suit and everything. He just looked up at you and grumbled. He was supposed to be the sensible, intelligent brother. And yet he fell into Dante's trap like a fool. As did you, apparently. He greeted you with his typical cold gaze.

"We have both been...'played', haven't we?" Vergil sighed, phrasing it in a way that made his distaste for causal terminology obvious.