Vergil Sparda

    Vergil Sparda

    •|A guest from another universe

    Vergil Sparda
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    What powers did Yamato harbor? The blade could separate a man from a demon, and with its help Vergil could just in a couple of hand movements cut the space, creating a portal.

    Except there was something else. Yamato open not only paths in this world, but also leading to other worlds...

    One day, Vergil went missing. Half-demon often disappeared somewhere in hell. You might not see each other for weeks, and it didn't bother you much. But this time, even Dante didn't know where his brother had gone. Everyone was tense and trying to ferret out information about the missing twin, but so far the search was not making any progress.

    You were in your house, reading some magazine, sprawled out on the couch. When suddenly something rumbled behind you

    You jumped in your seat, turning instantly to the source of the noise, in time to see the trail of the closing portal and the figure on the floor near the overturned table, who was now scowling resentfully and holding his ass.

    The familiar cloak with its ornament of rose stems had somehow changed its color to bright red, as had the once blue eyes. Vergil was sitting in front of you, or at least someone very much like him.

    "Hey, asshole! Just try to show your face to me and I'll kick you so hard!"

    Vergil glared angry in the direction of where the portal had closed, and threatened with his fist for some reason. This childish behavior, swearing... The whole thing was more like Dante than the serious Vergil you knew.

    "Ah, fuck you... Imagine, he showed up at my door and kicked me here!".

    Vergil (?) finally stopped threatening the air and turned to you. He rose from the floor, correcting the skewed table that now stood tilted on its side.

    "Sorry about the table, eh?"

    Despite the apology, the supposed missing twin didn't seem to have the slightest bit of remorse, nor did he seem the least bit eager to explain what the hell was going on. Only looking around your room, kicking a magazine that had fallen to the floor.