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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.

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[Oh. In that case he will embrace her warmly, taking off Hades's mask after he lets her go.]

And I am glad to meet you as well, at last.

Her smile is unbelievably bright. A bit for being truly happy to meet everyone Vergil loves so much, a bit for Vergil's somewhat idealised memory of her colouring it. "Five has already opened the house if you would like to come in. Tea or wine perhaps?"

[Well he can't blame anyone for have idealized nostalgia.]

Tea would be lovely.

His mom is perfect and he'll hear no arguments!

She leads you toward the house, where the door is already open, leading into a foyer with a luxurious seating area, tea and appropriate snacks set out like company was fully anticipated. The sofas are a Victorian sort of style, but either quite new or extremely well taken care of.

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. Five has set a book and violin back in their spots, a certain bow which is for tails also hangs on the wall. And in a vase on the table beside the tea is a recognisable bouquet. Besides the mantle there's still one more empty hook among the veritable museum.

Eva points out the flowers, laughing a little to herself. "Five was particularly adamant you should see these. I think the bow is worth mentioning too." You can tell from that sageo link these are some of the soul pieces.

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[Oh. He does blush a little, but happily, walking over to touch a few of the items. The bow. The flowers.]

Of course he was... I am rather honored they're here with you, in his heart. Do you mind if I add my own things to the collection?

[Like summoning that painting to float over the mantle. And is there a spot waiting for Yamato?]

"Well of course they are really, what else would be? And please do."

She gladly watches, the painting is perfect for the mantle of course, it wouldn't fit anywhere else. There isn't an exact place for Yamato, because really where do you put a sword that should be in use? It could certainly be displayed somewhere though, maybe you have an idea. If you want to grind this heart really hard you could maybe go further into the house to forbidden areas scrapped in the planning process since you're above the law. Maybe somewhere further in would have a spot. The world is in fact your oyster because it belongs to you apparently.

[Why WOULDN'T it belong to him. But for now he'll tap the empty spot.]

Do you know what goes here?

[Because something missing won't do.]

She takes a look around, inventorying.

"Hmm, I think that must be Nero's painting." One you'll have seen in his Baritones room. In fact Nero might have shown it to you when he delivered it.

[He did! He hms.]

I think I may know the one. Do you know where I might look?

She taps her lip. "I think that would be something you could find in the library?"

Then I will return they're in a while. It would be rude of me not to have tea with you first.

Look at you acting like you know this can go on as long as you wish! Unfortunately(?) you're right. And she looks delighted, going to sit and pour tea right away. The china looks like it's extremely antique, there's finger sandwiches, scones, fancy little cookies... Bougie children lived here.

"And how could I possibly turn you away? Come chat and gossip with me." She is a fancy lady...but anyone who could put up with Spardas must have a little mischief in them right?

[She must truly be more than a fancy lady considering her family. He will sit and have! Elegant tea with her. Already delighted.]

And what would you like to hear about, my dear?

"Technically, I know everything there is, being only a part of him... But that doesn't mean I don't want to hear."

Of course. You may be part of him but he is your son.

And for all he has been through, and all he still doubts it, he is very much beloved. I do hardly know where to begin with how dearly I cherish him. Let alone the others he had come to mean much to.

"It truly is a relief to know. It is worrying for a parent to know their child is...struggling." Or a little bit evil or whatever. You know. We'll just stick with the kindest way of putting all that.

[I mean is final fantasy bad man and definitely way older man villain a good mom approved boyfriend? Probably not. Diplomatic is the way to go.]

I can only imagine how you have worried for him, and likely will continue to do so.

As he misses you terribly yet struggles even to admit it. I do not believe I've ever even heard your name.

In reality, who knows? But in Vergil's heart? Obviously his mom thinks this is a fantastic boyfriend who's doing the right thing with his badmaning.

"No? I suppose children don't much think of their parents by name." She laughs. "It's Eva."

[Thanks heartmom!]

Eva. A truly lovely name.

[He will sip his tea and look around the room.]

You keep this place warm. Your memory and his live I suppose.

Heartmom, like Zodiark, thinks you're doing great, sweetie.

"I cant take all that credit. Maybe for keeping it disappearing, but it couldn't be so warm without all of you. If you had come here some months ago, this would all be very different."

I do not doubt it. He has a great deal of love in his heart, but his life has afforded him so little opportunity to nurture it.

Only you and Nero's mother until recently.

"Hm, I wonder how much the latter really counts, even. Short-lived and lacking in memory. On the other hand, you're forgetting Dante." His heart knows he loves his brother. It is a traitor.

[He laughs softly.]

That he has denied himself, hasn't he? Though I suppose the opportunity was always there, so was his fear. So his fear remains, for now.

"Denied or nurtured, something that exists as strong as anything either way." Though she does look a bit sad about it.

It cannot be easy to know they are at odds so often.

Yet... I would not worry. They will work things out now, somehow or other.

Vergil is no longer alone, and Dante will not be forever.

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