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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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There's all variety of artifacts on display from around the world and collected over the past 2000 years, demonic or otherwise magical things too. Every room is practically a museum, but most of it is treated like any other artwork. Even the demonic items that are grotesque or clearly dangerous. A sword hung up beside a gold painted vase from ancient Greece, beside a crystallised demon skull, interspersed with family photos and book cases.
Marble pillars flock the entrance, and a grand fireplace is the centrepiece at the far end of the room. There's a hook on the wall high above it, and a couple more empty hooks amidst all the decor.
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Will you be fine on your own?
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Of course not.
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I think that would be a step-up for me so. Consider me adopted.
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And I'll be back if we end up having to place something here. But for now I should go back to the library. If Lahabrea comes here, well. Make certain he sees the flowers.
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[ and with that, he'll blink back in the library ]
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