[Two Hours Earlier]
The soft glow of a crystal chandelier illuminated the private hall of Sapphire's mansion, casting dancing shadows on walls adorned with intricate details. Sapphire reclined on a velvet red divan, her emerald eyes gleaming as she scrutinized Viviane, who stood with her usual impeccable posture.
"So, Viviane," Sapphire began, her tone laden with authority, "is there any witch in the human world truly capable? I need someone who can erase Vergil's existence. Every piece of information about his life before his ascension as a demon."
Vergil, leaning against the doorframe, observing the conversation with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, raised an eyebrow. He stepped forward, crossing his arms. "Erase my existence? And why, exactly, do you think that's necessary?"