#spardium02

When Vergil had texted his brother, he had perhaps expected the other to show up within the hour. Not, however, within the next ten minutes. So when his gaze flicks to welcome the person that entered, he could only groan and shake his head when he saw who it was.

“I said I’d get off my shift shortly, Dante. Not immediately. Nevertheless, I suppose so long as you actually pretend like you can read, I can’t stop you from loitering.”

In truth, Vergil wasn’t entirely sure if his brother could. He had ran a ‘demon hunting’ business, but that didn’t really bode well. He probably just took whatever job was said to be around without any contracts. 

He takes it slow, wanting to get to the bottom of what the hell is going on, trudging through the fallen leaves in the sad excuse for a park to fill the silence. Seeds of rebellion sprout here in the mess the trees made, the way they've begone to grow out of their manicured shapes, the uncut grass. He figures it's due to these being elements of the earth, until his boot knocks into something soft under the blanket of leaves. Kicking them up out of the way reveals a corpse well on its journey of decomposition.

@spardium​