With one last acceleration, Vergil appeared behind him, fully intent on stabbing through its helmet in the hopes that whatever consciousness inside would fade away into the void.

Lingering Will turned around, faced Vergil, and caught the blade in its bare hand. It had no skin, no blood, nothing to tear apart but fabric. With its blessed sword steady in its grip, it stabbed directly into the chest of Vergil. Effortlessly, as if guided by instinct, it pierced Vergil’s heart.

- LetterSequence Round 5