"So… you're telling me you killed Dionysus and threatened Yama?"
Sephirothy rubbed her hands through her silvery hair, completely lost between disbelief, stress, and the kind of despair only the mother of an absurd monster could feel. The shiny strands became even more disheveled as she stared at her son as if he were a walking cataclysmic accident.
"Yes." Vergil replied with the utmost tranquility, sitting on the sofa as if commenting on the weather. He didn't even look up, busy playing with Roxanne and Katharina's hair, which was glued to him like two possessive kittens.
Thanks to supernatural networks—divine gossip that travels faster than light—he didn't even need to explain the details. Everyone already knew. Literally everyone.
"HAHAHAHA! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!!"
