"I'm going to kill everyone."
Vergil's voice cut through the silence of the carriage like a blade dipped in poison. His eyes glowed red and menacing, his fists clenched as if he could crush the very air itself. He swallowed hard, trying to contain the thirst for blood that burned in his body like living fire. Every lecherous glance, every poisoned sigh of desire coming from the demonic crowd outside... all of it was a direct test of his sanity.
"I'm going to kill—"
"You're not going to do anything."
Katharina interrupted him gently, but her voice had the weight of a divine decree. She wrapped her right arm around Vergil's affectionately and, in a calculatedly adorable gesture, rested her head on his shoulder, the warmth of her red hair contrasting with the sudden chill that had settled over the atmosphere.
"If you do that... I'll divorce you."
The threat was spoken in a sweet, almost playful tone—and yet it was enough.
Vergil froze. Literally.
