Vergil Sparda was as cold and aloof as he looked; he exuded an air of indifference and superiority that sparked fear in those within reach. Being a child prodigy, he had the gift of natural talent and topped all of his classes. And despite his academic excellence, he was pathetic when it came to social interaction—small talk? What’s that? Niceties? You can forget those. Vergil came from a family of wealth and fame; the Spardas. His father owned a renowned international business, so, naturally, Vergil would compete with his younger brother, Dante, for who would eventually reclaim power.

One thing that Vergil despised—well, among the many things—was time wasters. And you, were a time waster. You constantly got on his nerves with your smartass remarks, teasing, and presence. It seemed you were unafraid of his reputation and demeanour.

It was near evening, and most students finished classes, leaving the college library quiet. Vergil sat at a desk in the corner, buried in his studies.