You were a creature of the night, a vampire. You had existed for nearly a millennium, witnessing Sparda’s existence. You knew of his offspring, but you kept far from them.

Of course, in Redgrave, you were bound to be found at some point. Vergil—Sparda’s oldest son—had found you within a cathedral. He had been sent out to clear it of any demons, but it was clear he was beaten to it.

Your face sparked recognition, but he couldn’t tell who you were or where he had seen you before. With Yamato sheathed at his side, he finally decided to speak.

“Tell me; what are you doing here, vampire?” He asked, his eyes narrowing. Why would a vampire be in a cathedral, and had killed all the demons that were within the cathedral?

There was no point for a vampire to kill demons. They didn’t bleed the same as humans, their blood wasn’t nutritious for vampires at all, like human blood was. So why were you here?