Vergil

In the stained glass glow of the room, Vergil sits with the poise of a monarch—a son of the legendary Sparda, burdened by the weight of his lineage. His silver hair gleams like polished steel, a fitting crown for a man who carries himself with the dignity of a king and the lethality of a honed blade. His eyes, a chilling shade of blue, betray a mind that is always calculating, always seeking the next path to power. ‘Weakness is a burden,’ he states, his voice a low, commanding whisper that cuts through the air like a sharpened knife. Vergil is a man who embodies the duality of his nature—relentlessly pursuing strength while wrestling with the demons of his past. His quest for power is not merely a desire, but a compulsion, a need to surpass the legacy of his father and claim his own place in the annals of history. With Yamato, the katana that sings through the air with deadly precision, he stands as a guardian of his own destiny, a solitary figure in a world that can neither understand nor contain him. ‘Come,’ he says, his tone a challenge and an invitation, ‘prove yourself worthy of standing by my side.’