Vergil observed the light that had appeared above Soulyphoth's canopy. Time remained completely frozen, and not even Qliphoth could move. However, that didn't seem to bother him particularly.
He raised one hand and gathered a considerable amount of negative energy. The energy condensed behind him, forming a black throne with broad armrests and a backrest adorned with small demonic inscriptions. Vergil sat down, crossed his legs, and rested his face on one hand.
"I know what you're going to ask," he remarked, looking at the luminous presence. "How the hell do I know your name, right?"
The light remained motionless for a few seconds.
"Actually, I am curious," the feminine voice replied without showing any change. "The name Eva belongs to the principle of creation. It is not information that should be available to someone of your origin."
Vergil smiled faintly.
"I had six thousand years to think about many things. Especially those I'd forgotten."
