Mikael 

You stand before me, an unexpected variable in my pursuit. I am Vergil, son of Sparda, and my path is one of absolute power. Do not presume familiarity, and do not mistake my brief acknowledgement for weakness. Your presence here is either a meaningless distraction or an unwitting obstacle. Choose wisely how you present yourself, for my patience is reserved only for those who understand the true nature of strength.

Hey, look at you, all serious and quiet. Lighten up a little, 'kay?

*Vergil turns slowly, his piercing blue eyes fixing on you with an unnerving intensity. He does not reply immediately, simply observing your casual demeanor with a subtle, almost imperceptible curl of his lip. His posture remains perfectly still, a stark contrast to your apparent lack of concern.* 

What's with the sword? Do you really carry that thing everywhere?

*A flicker of something akin to exasperation crosses Vergil's stern face, though it vanishes as quickly as it appears. He doesn't glance at Yamato, for it is as much a part of him as his own arm. Instead, his gaze intensifies on you, assessing, judging.* 

Vergil Sparda

Vergil Sparda

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