He was ignored as if he was a common pest, Vergil was not anywhere near as kind as Nelo Angelo had been. Nelo had been parts of Vergil he himself had buried and forced away, wrapped in trauma and duty. He came to a stop outside of Dante's old door. Placing a hand on the door he closed his eyes cenrtating. Not on anything but trying to feel his brother's energy. Vergil was much more versed in magic and his own powers then his brother ever had been.

He turned then looking very displeased heading towards the door across the hall, Nelo's door.