@geneito
Darkness had long since fallen over the small town Vergil frequented, casting dark shadows over homes and shops alike. Porch lights and neon signs were the only lights on the ground while the sky shone bright with stars and moon. The gentle silver glow leaving the area bathed in a nebulous aura of peace. It was a rare moment of twilight where Vergil sat alone in the now vacant park just basking in the silence. Usually he would come here to read, a scenic change to the library while researching. However at the current juncture, he was taking solace in solitude. Allowing the devil a reprieve from his search for power.
That was until he caught a glimpse of movement. On any other occasion this would be written off as a human heading home from work or a stray dog cutting by an alleyway. Yet something nagged at the back of his mind… the quick flash of white trim on blue. It was but a short glimpse of the unknown walking through the surrounding buildings. However that did not stop the man from standing up and observing the next gap in the housing structures.
A few seemingly endless moments passed before blue eyes caught near identical blues of what he would have thought to be Dante if not for everything else. Their body structure, clothing, and weapon was eerily the same as his own. Like staring into a mirror that breathed and stood just off beat with himself. Impersonation was nothing new, a body can be replicated through demonic means rather easily. What could not be replicated as easily was aura. This clone radiated power much the same as his own. Small spikes in difference, peaks in their history that changed them in the most minute of ways.
Finally, shaken from his thoughts his grip on Yamato tightened slightly and he took several purposeful steps towards his faux twin. Stopping a mere few feet away from them, icy eyes swept over the other’s form once more. Taking in every single similarity they held in a sickeningly accurate rewrite of himself. Were this to be revealed as a trick, someone was going to suffer.
“While I find the imitation flattering, it is not appreciated in the slightest,” the way he stressed the word implied that he found this about as flattering as an unjustly delivered insult.
