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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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This child looks to be about 10, and doesn't actually seem out of place, he certainly looks like he's been living in this world for a while. Though he's covered in dried blood and there are tears in his clothes, he doesn't appear to have a single mark on his own flesh. There's a certain wild sort of look to him, and yet, his posture is perfect, his hair smoothed back without a strand out of place... It's an odd juxtaposition.
And when you start to approach holding what's meant as a weapon, he immediately turns just enough to glare at you.
"I wouldn't do that."
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Probably? Not only the child intends to try something, too.
"You are of this place?"
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"I live here, yeah." He just keeps glaring for a moment, before deciding you're not enough of a threat to keep an eye on, and goes back to reading his book. Not ignoring, but, you don't need his full attention.
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And that's okay; he'll just stand here, idly rapping the beam once or twice against his palm, getting all the more splinters for it. Casually taking a look around the room.
"Huh. What a childhood..."
Because this has to be the symbol of childhood, or some such, right?
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He shrugs. "Is it? I'm a demon, demons live in Hell, it doesn't matter if they're children. Don't you have something better to do than act like you're trying to intimidate me?"
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"Hmm. I think not, actually. Supposedly I am here for your sake."
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"Seeing as this is all for your benefit, it would in fact be generous of you."
Fine, change of strategy. What if he clamps his big hand down hard over the brat's neck? Better?
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The sound of his voice is a little strange, like he's echoing inside the creature. "That's not how you ask for help, Black."
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"Admittedly it was somewhat on the heavy-handed side... But neither is this a way to be helped... is it?"
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