My first friend was a cute little dog

"Close enough, pigeon," Vergil muttered, his expression remaining unchanged as the fallen angel exploded in a wave of light and destruction. The last attempt at defiance had been consumed by the Demon King's fury, reducing the enemy to nothing but luminous dust. 

Without wasting any time, he turned to the other fallen angel. It took no effort. With a simple gesture, an invisible wave of demonic power swept through the air and, in an instant, the angel's body was devastated. Her blood was violently drawn, forming a crimson sphere that floated in front of Vergil's hand. The Bael clan's ability to manipulate blood was absolute. 

"Hm... that was harder than I thought." Vergil frowned, watching his own hand, as if something was wrong. 

'Was he stronger? No... probably his energy density was higher than the others. That's all. He pondered, before finally turning his attention to the two demons who were still standing there, shaking like leaves in the wind.