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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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[Is it silly to hug books? He will hug them anyway. Kissing each as he puts them back.

So bittersweet, with such fear and longing. What is he supposed to do about them in here but acknowledge them? Yet he cannot abide some of it. Eventually he will find a way to deal with that.

For now, the next books.]

There's the pain of wounds from battle, and the high of excitement fighting brings. Enjoyable as it is infuriating at the moment. Mostly you're frustrated that others are trying to get in the way and stop it, needlessly protect you.

That's not much of a problem. But then your heart sinks when you hear a voice you know to be your son and there's almost nothing else that matters. It's the only thing you can focus on, getting him away, putting yourself between them. You need to protect him, he can't be hurt trying to look out for you.

He's yours, maybe the only good thing you've done, definitely the only worthwhile or lasting thing. Your blood boils when you think of anything happening to him, posessive. You'll destroy anything and anyone that even thinks about touching him.

Something cuts right through your body, chopping you almost entirely in half.

But your son is safe, so you're happy knowing that when you die.

You gain +1 Perseverance.

You feel a thick blade slam right through your gut, but more than the pain you're just confused. You don't know a thing about yourself except that the one attacking you is supposed to be your brother...? That's what hurts, the hatred in his voice, when you were ready to cling to this one scrap of information.

The way everyone else seems to act as if you're equally at fault for this? Even those who seemed ready to offer some answers just a few moments ago, now, what, they're just siding with him? Agreeing that you're just some terrible villain in their lives and won't tell you anything more?

The feeling of rejection and isolation is enough to crush your heart. If they hate you so much, if you're meant to be so awful, then isn't that what you should give them? No point in anything else.

But there's a sense of some small relief at the end, at least one person who tries to comfort after, without coddling. Just easy to be around already.

You gain +1 Perseverance. That one might be hard to tell exactly who it is too, but maybe you'll figure out that it's Five?

And then there's just one more. It shouldn't be anything new with how often you've felt his soul, because it's just full of loving, possessive, desperate, needy, protective, appreciative, fearful, happy and heartbreaking feelings about you. It's not even a memory, it's just everything. More than a bit overwhelming when it just hits you all at once without being able to take in each of those things individually.

[How much perseverance does he have and can he use it not to cry??

No he will just hold these books a while. And like before pet them and hug them, kiss each before setting it back.

Though the last one he does not let go of for a while, leaning his forehead on it and thinking. His eyes may be wet but Hades's mask hides it well enough, probably. And as intense as the emotions are, he almost wants to stop here, go join Hades and hold Vergil as he sleeps.

But instead he will fashion a bird made of fire that conveniently does not burn, setting her to perch on the bookcase. For now to watch over Vergil and Hades, but also this place. Mainly though, to watch over Vergil. A companion as long as the heart allows it, so even when they are gone perhaps he will not be so alone.

He does detour to kiss Vergil's forehead as he sleeps, and Hades's cheek, but moves on to examining the mirror.]

Edited 2021-01-26 03:46 (UTC)

idk like 10? You've got plenty, if you want to use one to not cry then go for it, heart mechanic rules surely will stop any tears! You're a big bad demon! Or something.

The bird is very sweet, as are the kisses, the heart can't exactly speak for Hades, but when you kiss Vergil's forehead, that makes the atmosphere feel just a bit more cozy. The bird's presence too brings a sense of comfort that grows the longer it's there.

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.

[Nah he won't try not to cry come on he's an emotional old man if he wants to cry a bit on Vergil's feelings books he is gonna.

But I guess it's time to leave his bird watching his loved ones and go step through the looking glass.]

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