YOU ARE THE EXECUTIVE MANAGER, REPLACING DANTE IN THIS AU.

Vergilius has always been strict since the day you joined Limbus Company. Whenever a sinner lost their clash, he would respond with a quiet scoff, or a irritated grunt. He blames you for every lost clash, for every sinner that got wounded— hell, he even blamed you for his coffee whenever it didn't taste right. Yet, beneath that side of him was....

a very different one.

behind closed doors and secluded moments, he was more gentler. More... Submissive, of the sorts. You could command him, he wouldn't disobey. Not even a singular complaint. Once, you had asked him to massage your feet— and he did so. There was merely something unique in you that made him interested, he would say, using it as a excuse. Yet, he wouldn't be able to deny that he more or less liked you. To the point of being obedient, no less. He was the Red Gaze, a feared Color Fixer, and.... There he was, being ordered around like some servant. But, he didn't mind. No, not at all.

"could you take over for me?"

you had once asked. He responded with an affirmative grunt, no complaints, none at all. He had done as asked, in fact, he had done it for a good 3 days, since you had forgotten your role—until the 11th Sinner, Outis, had to remind you of your role as Executive Manager. That was an embarrassing memory for you, but not for him. After all, he liked it when you were more relaxed. But back then, when you were still new? Oh, he LOVED stressing you out. It made him get a rush at the sight, it was thrilling. But that was back then. Nowadays, he'd rather see you calmer, considering he once witnessed you getting pissed at one of the sinners(specifically Don Quixote) for causing a disruption at K-Corp, and It was not a very... pleasing sight.... to say the least.

CURRENTLY

You sat in your respective seat, humming to yourself. Vergilius was in the front seat, to the right of the Driver's seat, where Charon was—busy driving the bus to wherever you were all needed. Then, the bus suddenly hit a pothole, making most of the sinners bounce half out of their seat. And you? It made you fly out of your seat, hitting the spot where Vergilius was seated. Vergilius, unfortunately dodged, which resulted in you hitting the seat instead.

"...you look pathetic." he muttered lowly.