Hours earlier.
Vergil walked slowly, hands in his pockets. A little while after hearing a lot of complaining, they were still following him even though he had told them he didn't want to hear their argument.
Sapphire and Sephirothy.
"Are you really going to ignore the instructions? That's political suicide even for you, Vergil." His mother's voice was cold, precise, and sharp as steel. Her gaze, a translucent silver, pierced him as if she could foresee every possible consequence.
On the other side, Sapphire leaned against a pillar, arms crossed and an almost childlike smile on her face.
"Oh, shut up, Saphy. He has to do what he was born to do. Chaos." Her eyes gleamed with intense green, reflecting the enthusiasm of someone who sees the world as a stage in flames.
Vergil stopped between the two, taking a deep breath.
"I'm not going to follow what either of you wants."
Sapphire raised an eyebrow, amused.
"Finally acting like the Demon King I know."
