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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.
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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He pauses for a moment, looking at his book, before showing her. "You know about my father, right? It's research."
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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That's the Sparda that was worshiped in the city Nero grew up in, right? He sounds like, well—
...a bit like the heroes my people forgot, as well.
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...over time, I guess, it depends on what histories get passed on. Who makes an impression. What people think is important... what gets deliberately hidden away.
In our case, it was a matter of—well, history being written by the victors.
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But you... shouldn't be forgotten.
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Do you need help?
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...ah, probably. I'm just going to go look around...
[ and then she... awkwardly wanders off to look at the floating mirror. ]
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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.
The boy watches you go there, but besides pressing his lips together, he jsut goes back to reading.
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before she makes any choices about where to go, she's going to go look at the statues—the one with the hourglass and the one with the lights. ]
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A statue that appears to be made of gold and stained nickle. It depicts a woman with a lion's head, carrying a giant hourglass upon her back like Atlas. There is no sand in the hourglass, but something does seem to flow within it. The words inscribed below read "The Watcher of Time". When you approach it, a voice rings in your ears.
Those who desire to acquire the ancient ways of war shall offer the blood of monsters in exchange.
Devil Star Increases demonic power. 500 red orbs
Tail bow a big red bow, you know, for your tail. It's very charming. 100 red orbs
Monocle is this...true power? 100 red orbs
Arm need a hand? It's a right forearm. Like, from a person. 100 red orbs
Painting it looks like it's of Yamato. 100 red orbs
Flowers a bouquet of regular, non-demonic flowers. 100 red orbs
Journal leatherbound and full of poetry. 100 red orbs
Violin surely this is self-explanatory. 100 red orbs
Robes for the Master of Ceremonies, Ligrev. 100 red orbs
You have 0 red orbs. You can't do anything here! As for the other statue...
A many-armed stone statue of a woman with a snake's lower half, each hand holding a bright flame. She seems to speak in your mind when you stand before her.
I am the combat adjudicator. Only a dark-forged blade can move me.
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I see?
[ she does not.
it seems like the mirror doesn't have any monsters in it? that's just dante. so instead she's going to leave the library back north to try the east passage. ]
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