『 #FRACTEMPYREAL . VERGIL . SON OF SPARDA . 』

that day . if our positions had been switched ───── would our fates be different ? would i have your life , & you mine ?

INDEPENDENT & PRIVATE / MUTUALS ONLY BLOG for Vergil from the Devil May Cry franchise . Penned by Whitney , any pronouns , 29 . I do not follow the reboot or Netflix anime . My characterization is based on countless personal headcanons & interactions with people's characters throughout the years .

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𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 ,        pallid gaze once fixated on point beyond the man ,   now shifting to cut through entire being .   Thunder rumbles in the distance ,   the creeping sensation of electricity skimming across hairs on skin ,   before the question of it all settles into a weighty stone in the pit of their stomach .   Oft Vergil was regarded as the monolith of the death of self ,   a blade turned towards heart & plunged so deeply that pain overtook any other emotion or reason that remained   ( an illusion of the loss of humanity , a self truth fabricated to enshroud such frailties in order to suffocate them ) .   Yet here they stand now ,   before what once was their humanity ,   confronted by the weight of their actions & choices made throughout a selfish pursuit of power .

                                                  Was it worth it ?

𝐈𝐓 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ,   𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 & 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 .        Yet the weight of the actions —   Dante didn't seem to believe that Vergil was capable of REGRETS .   At least not in the past .   Vergil has seen the way the younger now looks at them ,   the loud jabs before the eventual & uncharacteristic stillness that settles over him .   The softer tone of voice when asked why .   Why did you leave .   Why did you go down this path .   A question to which Vergil had no resolute answer for .   One that was often met with SILENCE .   For a long while ,   it's the same answer given to @hellgloom .   Jaw clenches ,   gaze remaining steady against his ,   but the bitter harshness of winter in nowhere to be seen ,   having melted in the face of quiet contemplation .

                     ❛   You know as well as I do that no matter whether or not I have regrets ,   it would not change the outcome of what has already been said  &  done .    ❜        𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 ,       head inclining ever so slightly as pale gaze peers at the emotion twisting V's features with careful consideration   (  aware of what it was that was housed within the heart of the man , along with the waning resentment that camouflaged betrayal  ) .        ❛ But if I did ,   would it satisfy you ?   To know that my consciousness is crippled under Sisyphean weight of the regret I bear  &  all pain for all I've caused ?   For the path I chose ,   for discarding you before our rejoining ?    ❜        A pause ,   before voice dips to something quieter .   ❛    I understand that my actions brought about all this strife ,   between Dante  &  I .   Between us .   The world will know me as the Devil that threw away everything ,   gained everything that they ever wanted yet still it was not enough .   Had things been different—    ❜        lips purse together ,   gaze narrowing momentarily in poorly veiled frustration ,   before it dissipates into resignation at the truth that they both know .   It no longer mattered .

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 . 𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄 .        Vergil had obtained all they had ever wanted ,   & more ,   at an extortionate price .   Paid not only by them ,   but the world .   By the abandoned brother that mourned the twin they would never be able to reach .   Yet somehow—

𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ,       in search of something —    anything —    that would seem further out of place within this facsimile of the human world .    A haze of reality enshrouding the surreal ,     a breath that feels too loud within the silent void .     A singular soul stands out , the    scent of man ,    that pierces through the muddled scents of everything else that surrounds them .    Vergil's gaze fixates on him with a hard stare ,    brows drawing together in a deep furrow before speaking .

                    ❛    You there .    Tell me .    What is this place .    ❜

                    ❛    You're a little late if you were expecting to play hero .    ❜

❛ ─── Who said I was trying to be like you . You're being delusional again , Dante . ❜