[You've died over a hundred thousand times.]
'Nobody needs to know that,'
[So your going to hide everything.]
'Some things are better off hidden behind this face of mine,' Vergil smiled.
He stepped forward, moving closer to the gate. No one waited outside — but the sigils on the door rippled, reacting to the parchment in his hands — flaring a blue light that opened the gates with ease.
He stilled, watching as the gates fully opened themselves. The mana here pressed him like the bottom of an ocean.
Thick. Heavy.
And with a pressure that increased the deeper you moved down.
[You're not going to survive this place by playing it small.]
His grip tightened on the letter. "Who said I'm playing it small?"
[Oh? We're being cocky now?]
"Damn right we are."
Vergil wanted to stand out to a certain extent. But he wanted to hide his demon and angel side. He would try his best to hide it.
Of course, Vergil would later realise how bad he was at hiding things.
