Vergil walked alongside Viviane through the shadowy streets of Abaddon, the demon city he now had to consider part of his world.
The atmosphere around him seemed like a reflection of the tormented souls that inhabited the place, though… they seemed oddly at peace? Well, not *at peace*, but they weren't just insane, crazed beings. This was supposed to be Hell, but it didn't feel that way. It felt more like a corrupted Victorian version of the world, not the cradle of evil souls and those horror movie clichés.
Though he knew there was something fascinating about the city, with its streets filled with supernatural beings that seemed like they came straight out of nightmares, his curiosity wouldn't let him stay quiet. Every corner they turned revealed something new.
