Fifth Demon King

"Considering that your lifespan is short, you're probably a freshly born demon," Samael commented, analyzing Vergil from head to toe.

"I must admit, Lilith did a good job…" Samael continued, circling Vergil like a stylist, an approach Vergil never imagined—especially coming from the man who had once been almost a God of War.

"Anyway, it seems that Negative Energy works in mysterious ways," Samael said, stopping in front of Vergil, who had been staring at him the entire time.

Vergil crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes. "So, what are you doing here? An angel, or what remains of one, inside a part of my soul?"

Samael sighed, as if bearing the weight of millennia on his shoulders.

"I shouldn't even exist. I'm just an echo. The memory of a version of myself, before everything fell apart. When the Lucifer that the world knew was born, he crushed the light that I was, leaving only darkness to rule."