"I suggest you leave," Specter said. "Or I'll erase Los Angeles from the map."
Vergil's smile vanished. For a moment, everything fell silent. The winds sliced through the night sky, and the city below seemed like a mere, insignificant backdrop in the suffocating tension between the figures present.
Then, Vergil laughed. Low at first, a dry and almost emotionless sound, but it quickly grew, filled with contained fury and pure contempt.
He tilted his head slightly, his red eyes glowing with pure malice.
"You think I care about Los Angeles?" he mocked, crossing his arms. "Do you see me wearing a red cape with a damn 'S' on my chest?" he taunted with a predatory grin.
Lucian smiled to himself, understanding the reference, but said nothing. Dante maintained his firm posture, like an unshakable wall.
Specter, on the other hand, didn't even react. "Typical," he said simply. "Empty words from a monster who only understands destruction."