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You feel weak, your body won't move no matter how you try, and you are falling, away from everything you know and love. Away from everything you need to accomplish. If you could just reach out, maybe you could hold on to it, claw your way back. But it's a useless endeavour, you fall unconscious, and your mind goes blank except for poetry and a familiar voice.

O mother Enitharmon, wilt thou bring forth other sons?
To cause my name to vanish, that my place may not be found,
For I am faint with travail,
Like the dark cloud disburden'd in the day of dismal thunder.

My roots are brandish'd in the heavens, my fruits in earth beneath
Surge, foam and labour into life, first born and first consum'd!
Consumed and consuming!
Then why shouldst thou, accursed mother, bring me into life?

You wake on the ground in a cave, cold, wet, and sticky. It smells of rotting flesh. Your objective is clear, but you can't recall a name or face. Nothing else about your memory of him is changed, but for some reason the name "Vergil" just won't come to you, and you couldn't describe how he looks if your life depended on it. But at least your body starts to respond to your will, slowly regaining enough strength to carry on.

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"Can't you See everything?" He pauses, and rethinks that though. "...No maybe you can't."

It may not immediately remind you of Vergil, but there is a common thread of colour. It's in the boy, and one of the two statues. There's also a bookshelf covered in it.

"It's all over. The Watcher of Time has some. And there's Yamato...and I think Dante has our amulets." He glances toward the door, but decides not to say anything.

At this moment I do wish I could, but I will put your color into memory. This is more accurate than a dream after all.

[He taps his chin.]

Will you stay with Lahabrea as I look for part of them?

He presses his lips together, thinking. It's a look seen often on the usual Vergil, almost angry in his struggle with an emotion. He's incredibly quiet when he finally speaks, reaching for your hand.

"...Please don't leave me. You can go look, but. Don't go."

[Oh.]

[He picks him up with one arm or tries to.]

"-- Hey!"

He might be tall for his age, and a demon, but he's still just a kid, other than squawk indignantly there's not a lot he can do about this. Short of trying to actually hurt you which he doesn't want to do!

As I said earlier, I need a guide and a bodyguard, but more importantly your request was heard loud and clear.

So continue reading if you like while sitting here. Or do you need a larger perch?

He's! red! But...well he seems to accept this and opens his book back up.

"This is fine. I guess I can tell you when there's something around."

And he's going to take this job seriously! Pointing out one of the statues. "That's the Watcher of Time, but she needs demon blood, so you're not going to get anything out of her yet. The Combat Adjudicator could give you some if you don't find any demons, but I lost Yamato, and it'll only respond to it."

[Look, he will turn into boss form #1 if boy Vergil wants a very large arm to rest on. Eldritch monster solidarity.

Is the statue he's pointing at the one with or without Vergil's color?]

Yamato. Lahabrea said it was further up in the main room. We could have a look. But first...

[He's going over to the shelf that has the boy's color.]

The statue is the one with Vergil's colour. And Eldritch monsters!!! They're so cool. If you do, he'll be delighted really.

As for the shelf, there's all sorts of books here. Some are scrolls rather than bound books, almost all handwritten, and not on paper. Papyrus? Vellum? You probably don't want to know the source, really. This is Hell after all.

There's all kinds, written in every language that has ever been on Earth, and perhaps more besides. Not a single one seems to be fiction, it's predominantly magic and science, any kind you could dream of. There's history too, but all centred around demons and the Underworld. There's a large section all titled "Machiavelli's Report", numbered. Interspersed throughout every shelf seemingly at random are thick tomes without titles or identifying features besides that they match in their plainness. Just a dark blue leather. These are the ones with the faint hue of Vergil's soul.

[He pulls out one of the plain, dark blue leather tomes and flips it open.]

When you take any of these books, you feel a rush of foreign thoughts and feelings. Though they belong to someone else, for a moment, you feel them for yourself.

You have your own thoughts and feelings, as it should be, but when you touch the book suddenly they're gone. Not even replaced by others, they just....aren't. You are only a shell, almost catatonic, just waiting to be told what to do. Except for something buried deep down behind plenty of mental blocks, some more insidious than that, magic in origin. This something sinks its claws into your mind when you start to notice it, whispering to you that this isn't right. You are not this, you're --

But you don't know what or who. You've started to scream from the visceral anguish of trying to remember, maybe guarding yourself from further pain if you did recall.

But you do come back to yourself shortly, left standing with that book just as you were. Its pages are all damaged beyond any recognition. You might make a word out here and there, but it looks like an animal shredded the insides while leaving the cover untouched.

You gain +1 Perseverance.

[He freezes at the memory. He's seen bits of it before, but living it is entirely different.

When he does move again, he absently pets the boys hair keeping the book and then heading towards the mirror.]

Terrifying, but not one of the fragments we seek.

"...You're keeping that?" He didn't feel the memory, but he does recognise that particular book. It's much more distinct than the others with the way it's torn.

The mirror is an oval shape, the frame highly ornamented, and while it only floats about two feet off the ground, it's a good five feet tall. Which makes the image reflected in it quite clear. You won't see yourself or the library in it, but rather another room entirely. Trying to touch it at all will make it quickly apparent this is a sort of portal to the world it shows.

Memories are important even if they are painful.

[Ah. His family. Though he is less interested in that place and more interested in his family home.]

I do believe you are stuck with me. So would you like to go to the human or world or find a demon to hunt?

"...I want my amulet back. It's in there. But..." Well he doesn't look excited about what's in the mirror.

Still, he steels himself. "No. It's fine. Let's go."

Allow me to be the negotiator should we need it. You already have two roles already.

[Into the mirror, they go, and I guess I will go comment there, too.]

That's not the thing he's worried about.... but in the mirror!

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