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Vergil's heart game r2
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.
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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[ he didn't think "lake of blood" was a figure of speech and still he's surprised. The room is gross and creepy and the feeling of being watched isn't exactly welcomed in this situation. ]
Well now, where and how do I get a sword here.
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But there doesn't seem to be a response from anything, what will you do?
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He'd wanted to retrieve Yamato but he can't sense it and probably going into the lake blindly is not a good idea. So time to take off his shirt and get as much of that blood on it as possible ]
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Those eyes form slit pupils, as if they're carved in real time, fangs growing over its bottom lip.
"What do you think you're doing, mortal?"
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but to his credit he keeps a straight face as if he's not even slightly bothered ]
What does it look like? I'm washing my shirt.
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[ and you know what, he'll go right back to the library, with a shirt full of blood ]
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