Sapphire's mansion waited in silence as Vergil pushed open the heavy doors, accompanied by Katharina, Roxanne, Ada, Sapphire, Stella, Raphaeline, and Sepphirothy. The echo of their footsteps echoed in the hall, mingling with the distant sound of the wind rushing through the stone corridors.
But before any of the women could say anything, a swift figure emerged from within the house.
"Darling!" The feminine voice shattered the solemnity of the moment, charged with emotion.
Viviane, the faithful maid who had longed for his return, ran through the hall with tears glistening in her eyes. Her steps barely touched the ground, and in seconds she was before him.
Vergil barely had time to react. She threw herself at him, her arms closing around his neck with unexpected, almost desperate strength. The shock made him recoil half a step, but soon his balance returned.
