A family fight

"Here we are," Vergil announced as he pushed open the heavy black wooden door adorned with intricate carvings. 

Inside, the office assigned to him by Sapphire was an imposing space, with shelves filled with ancient tomes and grimoires. Crystal chandeliers cast a cool, soft light over the room. Behind a large dark wooden desk stood Viviane, meticulously organizing papers with an almost obsessive precision. 

Without even looking up, she remarked, "Oh, you're back. How was it with Morg—" 

Viviane froze mid-sentence, her breath catching as she finally turned around. Her expression shifted from indifferent to utterly shocked as her gaze fell on Morgana Le Fay, standing there in the flesh. 

"Well, hello to you too, my ungrateful aunt who hasn't spoken to me in twenty-six years," Morgana quipped, crossing her arms and tilting her head slightly, her tone dripping with acidic sarcasm.