#fractempyreal

Neither of them were strangers to monsters.

Their brief encounters had been a clash of blades, unity out of necessity, but each time something slips through the flash of meeting. Words exchanged slipped a little something more into her pool of understanding, the shadow that hung about him like ice. Something not entirely as human as he seemed at first glance.

And yet...something else. Nanna did not yet know how to name it. But it was not malice.

"A bit cold, perhaps. Or focused might yet be a better word. And yet part of him always seems somewhere else, set on another distant horizon only he would know. I find myself wondering what it is he is searching for."

The hunter stands under the shadows cast by moonlight above, the hoots of owls, crickets and rustling trees sing their song of the night. D had been sent on a job like any other, track down a gathering of puppet-like demons that had caused a disturbance amongst the mortals. But it would seem--something--or rather--someone beat him to it. A figure clad in an azure duster was moving past the marionettes like a blur, katana glimmering in the light.

His movements felt so...familiar. In fact--everything about this stranger dredged up memories of his youth having a chance encounter with...Sparda. From the sword...to the face.

"You...remind me of him." D steps out of the shadows, stopping a few feet away from the swordsman. He studies them in silence. Could this be one of the Dark Knight's sons? @fractempyreal

She cocks her head almost like an actual bird at his statement. Something about him makes her senses twitch, but she replies easily nonetheless.

❛ You look lost. ❜

Baritone exuding polished sophistication acted as reverberation amid the ambiance, as canonical pattern of walking ceased the minute the unrecognizable figure had entered tawny irises' vision, whilst retaining a respectable distance for the purpose of observentness. Hands were gathered one by one behind his back, offering absolute equilibrium of a posture. Poised, oozing with ascendancy, lineaments upon pristine mien displayed nothing but undecodedness; a behavioural trait of his that has obtained great mastery in, disallowing anyone from understanding what subsists beneath such sovereignty incarnated.

Even so, curiosity had engulfed armored yet beating flexor, equivalent of an everlasting fountain, constantly in preparedness to have new speciments collected, and eventually placed in their cages within the research facilities that the stronghold of Las Noches has to offer.

❛ Perhaps a tour would suffice? It is rather easy for someone to be seen walking aimlessly around, especially when they are not from this place. ❜

to claim to not heard of the sparda brothers would be to openly admit one did not keep their eyes and ears open to the surrounding world as a supernatural being. demon, angel, monster, divine--the twins had lived an infamous life. phorus did not neglect to notice this in his own life.

it was difficult to ignore, after all, an emperor of one of the many rings of the underworld. it was good to not only keep track of these shifts of power, but to prepare oneself for what that shift may bring.

" my apologies for not introducing myself. "

phorus bent at the waist--a courteous bow and acknowledgement of the power vergil wielded, and the respect that inherently was commanded by it.

" i am phorus caelestis, head of one of the demon clans here in the underworld. "