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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: MANOR
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.
Re: MANOR
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.]