❝ It’s awful, this humiliation. ❞
|| The Swan Princess.
“Which is the more powerful? You, or this humiliation?”
Perhaps it was his own self awareness that kept Ignis’ surprise at bay. His ego lay in his intelligence, his cunning, and he was all too aware that, for some enemies, even the most clever of tricksters could not outsmart sheer, overwhelming brute force. Perhaps Vergil had never himself faced such a revelation; perhaps the power the nephilim possessed left him blinded against the possibility of defiance against him and his reign.
No, that didn’t seem quite it. The demon canted his head, arms folded neatly across himself. Vergil was a curiosity in his own right, quite the captivating one. One that, to date, Ignis had yet to completely figure out. And he was vain, more so than he likely realised, another creature who prided himself in the capability of his mind. So — what part of himself had disappointed?
“Strong is the man who makes no mistakes, but stronger is the man who owns them, without yielding to their weight.” And besides, the son of Sparda was far too young to be so dissatisfied with himself. “Do tell me: how strong are you?”