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Vergil's heart game r4

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.

Unless you're Glory, in which case the rest is the same, but you wake in a library.

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[Glory arrives somewhat disoriented. How did she get here...? On the bright side, she can levitate now, so it's fairly easy to navigate the rubble.

When she catches sight of the boy she heads over to him.]

Ah...

This child looks to be about 10, and doesn't actually seem out of place, he certainly looks like he's been living in this world for a while. Though he's covered in dried blood and there are tears in his clothes, he doesn't appear to have a single mark on his own flesh. There's a certain wild sort of look to him, and yet, his posture is perfect, his hair smoothed back without a strand out of place... It's an odd juxtaposition.

The boy glances at you as you approach, his expression utterly cold, ready to go right back to the book. But his eyes widen with recognition, and suddenly he looks almost frightened.

"Glory--"

...Yeah.

[she struggles for a name, frowning deeply when it won't come to her.]

What's—wrong?

"...Nothing." He turns back to his book, determined to push that down. It's fine, he's fine, obviously.

It's clearly not nothing.

"It's a weird place for you to show up. That's all."

Well, yeah. That's why something's obviously wrong.

"I mean this room specifically, that you didn't walk in. But that too, being here in general I guess." He shrugs.

I came from...

[trails off and frowns again]

...somewhere. I guess that doesn't say much. Something's going on with my head.

"Hell can do that, don't worry about it. You already know what you're doing though right? So go ahead if you feel like doing it."

...More or less.

What are you doing in here?

"I'm reading." Duh. What else do you do in a library, don't you see the book in his hands??

I can see that.

[obviously]

Are you researching something in particular, or just here for fun?

"I don't do anything for fun, of course it's research. ...To get stronger."

He thinks about it for a moment, but he shows her what he's currently reading.

The world was born of darkness. Unending darkness, a crucible of chaos. But even to that primordial existence there came a ray of light. The world was eventually separated into two. The darkness became the realm of demons, and the light became the domain of mortals. The two coexisted for what seemed an eternity.

However the lord of the dark world said, "These realms were once united, so let us rule them as one." From that day forward the dark fought to control the light, and the light struggled to escape the dark.

But the nature of man is weak and fragile. They had no hope to oppose the demonic powers of those from the world of darkness. So light was devoured by the depths of darkness. But at the very moment humanity was about to be extinguished, he appeared.

Sparda, though an inhabitant of the demon world he was one with a proud soul. Having no loyalty to his kind, he took up arms on behalf of the world of light. Wielding his sword for the sake of the weak, that sword destroyed even the demon king. Without its king the darkness lost its power.

Sparda feared for the return of darkness and so he sealed that world along with his own despicable dark powers and the wicked humans who sided with the demons. The survivors worshipped him as a hero who saved the human world, and began calling him The Legendary Dark Knight. He quietly reigned over the human world and continued to preserve harmony until he eventually disappeared.

But the nature of man is weak, their memories fleeting as morning mist. The hero who purchased their freedom with his own blood became but a legend and over time, the legend became nothing but a fairytale.

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