Starter for @demon-blood-youths‘s Shdwkyz.
Leaning against the brick wall of the dim alley, Vergil stole an assessing glance at the youth who appeared far too young to even participate in a demonic extermination mission.
“What was the middleman thinking, thrusting such a fledgling into a nest of vultures?” The cambion mused upon inwardly as he couldn't but take indignation that Dante's colleague, Morrison, would even deem a mere teen worthy to serve as his associate in this mission.
Unless of course, he was no mere teen and actually possessed one or two tricks hidden beneath his hood that would justify his assignation. Being a survivor from early childhood, Vergil knew better than to judge one's skill from their outer appearance, nonetheless their age.
Sparda's eldest decided to keep his doubt for himself and elected to observe the youth instead for now.
