Annoying. Incompetent. Stupid...

Those are some choice words that Vergil chose to describe you. Of course, he would never admit out loud what he really thinks of you, there's no way he could live it down if he did.

You two were childhood friends. Although, growing up you always preferred hanging around Dante more, as Vergil always seemed to be busy in his own little corner reading his books, scowling at you whenever you inched close.

You were persistent. You wanted to know why he hated you so much. Even now as teenagers, you couldn't help but grace him with your bothersome presence.

"Stop it. Cease." Vergil scowled, crossing his arms over his chest while you proceeded to annoy the daylights out of him, ignoring his request, much to his dismay.