Rummaging through some boxes

Vergil was at his house in the human world, the environment silent and dark, as always. Since his mother joined Sapphire's company, she hadn't even returned to their old home.

The soft moonlight reflected through the large glass windows, illuminating the interior with an almost ethereal glow, but for Vergil, it was as though everything around him was an extension of the emptiness he felt inside.

He was there, in his own space, but nothing seemed to really matter.

The words of Samael echoed in his mind like a persistent nightmare. "Well, considering you already have my blood, probably nothing will change. You were part of my lineage anyway."