| ((Thanks! I like the avvy, too. And it's good to have you back!))
Vergil looked at the newcomer with distrust. He stunk of death and decay. His flesh practically screamed "demon." As of yet, he appears to mean no harm, but Vergil would keep his eye on him.
He shrugged and stood, throwing his shoulders back and adjusting his collar. "I am Vergil, son of Sparda. I found myself here after stepping into the demon world to do battle with the Prince of Darkness. I at first thought it a test before I could fight him, but your presence eliminates that possibility." |