The air grew heavy as Vergil spoke the words. Lucifer's name echoed like a burning blade in that prison, a forbidden reminder of rebellion and ruin.
The creature suspended by the chains trembled, and for a moment its gaze wasn't just of pain, but of something... human. Memory. Recognition.
"G-grandfather...?" The voice reverberated like muffled thunder. "Um... descendant?"
Vergil's chin twitched, a cold smile plastered across his face.
"That's right. Son of Lucifer's daughter... and Lilith."
The hall trembled. Not from the chains, not from the magical energy, but from the creature's presence.
A long sigh echoed throughout the chamber, like a hot wind crossing forgotten deserts. The suffocating aura seemed to waver for a moment.
"Good..." the entity murmured.
Vergil arched an eyebrow. "Good"? What the hell do you mean by that?
The creature slowly shook its head, its golden eyes burning like furnaces.
