terranprince:

“Hmm?” He lifted a brow in something akin to surprise. What curious little monsters they were— But they were closing in. Curiosity could come later then.

“How rude. You really don’t have any manners, do you?”

There was a flash of white— and in the blink of an eye they’d vanished, a holy spell doing quick work of them. They seemed to not take very well to white magic he’d noted.

Vergil stopped and glanced over his shoulder. Impressive. So, this thing could use a sorcery that he’d never seen before. Well, perhaps he was worth the demon’s time after all.

“The name is Vergil, son of Sparda,” he said, turning around. He kept his hands at his side, but prepared himself to draw his weapon, after all, even he could admit that his initial introduction was less than… cordial.

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terranprince:

“What am I?” He looked at him, eyes narrowing at the blunt and rather rude ‘introduction’.

“You know, any well mannered person might ask my name before asking ‘what are you’. But at least I know two things about you now. You’re rude and arrogant. Care to add anything more to my list?”

The curiosity was over.  Vergil turned his back and, with a bored wave of his hand, summoned a small group of lesser demons to take care of the problem for him.

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terranprince:

Idle gawking was not a thing he found entertaining in the least— And naturally his temper flared terribly upon receiving such treatment from the man that seemed to just be skulking around in the shadows. His voice was a drawl when he did speak.

“I hope staring has brought you a great deal of amusement. I can’t say the same is felt on both ends, stranger.”

Vergil’s brows furrowed in restrained rage. Whatever this thing was clearly lacked the manners he ought to have had. After all, this was Vergil he was speaking to, son of the demon Sparda, and that alone warranted him much more than this. Part of him wanted this thing dead, another, significantly smaller part thought he might not be worth the demon’s time. What won in the end, however, was curiosity.

“What are you?” he asked bluntly.

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terranprince started following you

Vergil kept his distance, the person in front of him too unfamiliar. It was strange, he certainly wasn’t a demon, but he didn’t quite have the stench of human about him, either. The air of uncertainty didn’t sit well with Vergil, so he hung back, deciding to observe a bit more.

crimsonheartbreaker started following you

Vergil looked up from the book in his hand and grimaced slightly at the figure before him.  He closed the book with a dull thud and set it down beside a forgotten cup of tea. A long moment passed before he spoke. “Brother,” he said, in a rather unwelcoming tone.

Vergil had managed to find some place to rest in the cold, stinking city around him in the city’s library. Books were a source of comfort to him, a source not many seemed to share as aisles upon aisles of books were abandoned, left to the lone librarian who registered Vergil’s presence only as somebody actually taking an interest in the place.

He stalked his way down corridors of books, to the furthest corner, digging up the dustiest of books, the most forgotten.

A decent place to start.