Chapter 837 - Nyx, The Primordial Goddess of Night.

The highest point of Sparda stood above the palace's main towers, where the wind of the Demon World struck without obstacle against black stone, ancient statues, and structures raised by generations who believed greatness needed to be seen from afar. Vergil stood at the edge of an open platform, his hands free at his sides and his gaze turned toward that world's dark-red horizon. Below him, Sparda remained alive, immense and restless, with fortresses, walls, rivers of demonic energy, and entire regions where ancient creatures moved like shadows between mountains. All of that was his territory, in a sense. His home, his kingdom, his responsibility. And precisely because of that, Persephone's proposal bothered him so much.