Thinking...

Vergil laid down on his bed. He looked around the room and mumbled: "I really need a new slave." He stood up and looked outside, it was going to storm, badly. He was a halfdemon, a freak to humans and demons, but respected on both sides. Actually they just feared him. He might be a halfdemon, he was even more powerful then Sparda, his father and a fullblood demon. He growled and Devil Triggered. He spread his wings lightly and detriggered again. He put on his navy blue shirt, that showed part of his chest and his usual blue trenchcoat instead of his dark blue royallike robes and headed out, to the shops.