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