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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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--Well that's not the reaction he expected, but can he really complain? It may not be warm, soft, or fuzzy. But it's a belly.

"I'm sure it could go on infinitely, something for every memory, thought or feeling... But it's just going to get repetitive, isn't it? Being with me is much more interesting." As if he isn't also a broken record of wanting you to stay.

[It is his belly to put his face on if he likes! He'll rub it even, sitting up again.]

You could join me. But I do wonder if you'd get jealous of your own heart. If I am nice to other parts of you will you sulk?

He huffs, it isn't for rubbing how dare? But. It's true, you can do what you like...

"What, to another image of me? I would be inclined to say no, I would like you to dote on many of me at once. But would you like me to sulk?" Then again, he got just a little jealous of the doppelganger huh. He's just like this.

Hm, I just wonder if you would.

[He kisses him on the chin spike and gets up, scooping the tiny pegasus up to put with him.]

I'm going to keep looking around. Do not be lonely.

"Fine, but you're going to cuddle me when we wake." For now he'll entertain the Pegasus with his tail.

Any idea where you'd like to go now? Or just some mystery doors?

When do we not?

[He'll smile fondly at the scene but then he'll move on to the library.]

The library is expansive, looking out onto the garden with a bay window. Everything is Vergil's taste, whether fiction or more educational. Because why would there be anything he's not extremely invested in? It's in far better repair than the Hell library, and while there's a similar section of books that reflect thoughts and feelings, these ones are somewhat the opposite.

The others were bittersweet at best, any happiness still framed with pain. These are the memories without that undercurrent. Or at least with only a little background noise. There sure are a lot with you, but that shouldn't be any surprise.

[He's not sure he should go investigating too deeply to spare his own heart. And also Kelsey writing things. But he will wander the shelves and note the things Vergil seems most fond of.]

Look I'm not going to write like 20 memory things again but suffice to say, they are soft. Mostly mundane, nothing that exciting, but it doesn't need to be. It's small inconsequential things that make him happiest. Cooking with you, Nero calling him dad. They're just nice.

Naturally the real books are a lot of romantic era poetry and prose, Greek tragedies, classics. Anything that has a sort of beauty to its horror. And then of course he loves magic and other demonic knowledge. History, especially more ancient. There's books on art too, and photo books on things like plants or the ocean. A wide range really but definitely common threads.

[He'll poke some of the soft books, be endeared by all of it and wander on to the sword room.]

It's swords.

There's just a lot of swords. Wall to wall. Rows upon rows of them. You can't even get in the room besides the doorway? Just enough space to open it. You could float over them, but it's still just a big room full of swords.

Well, weapons in general really, there's any weapon type imaginable, and they're all very distinct. Those very demonic motifs again. If you were Hades you would see they're all a soul, but maybe you can figure it out anyway. This is just any powerful demon he's fought and killed. Kind of like hunting trophies? Or maybe the head of your enemy on a spike.

[Oh cute. Just a room of inert demons.

Sometimes a man just loves swords.

He can guess what's in the other rooms so he'll go to the garden and pick a few blue flowers, then go to the field and pick some demon flowers, turning them blue too. Adding purple grass to make the arrangement look nice and tying it together with, look he probably has a hair band in his pocket so.

And yes now he's moving on to where he sensed Urizen because teleporting is cheating.]

Vergil's heart game r2

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