idolpro | 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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"I don't know, bring it up with them. But if someone saved your whole world, they're at least worth remembering, right?"

I'm sure no one decided he wasn't worth remembering. It was thousands of years, right? People naturally aren't going to believe something passed down that far is totally true. Or, the people who would otherwise pass it down could die, or disasters could destroy records... Nothing is permanent. The fact that his memory lasted that long even as a fairy tale is impressive.

Who's "them"?

[looking for an author on the book]

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"Huh. Yeah. Maybe."

The writer is inconsequential, it does seem like an average human sort of name though. He shrugs. "I don't know anything about the person who wrote this. I guess they weren't important enough to remember either."

Well, I think you should take their opinions with a grain of salt.

How is this helping you get stronger...?

"Well this one's just the history, but that's important to know too. To be like him."

Be like Sparda? You know you don't have to.

"I want to be like him. So I can be strong." Duh!

You don't have to be like him to be strong.

In fact, it might be the opposite... Didn't he do what he did specifically because he refused to be like anyone else?

"...I don't know. I don't know anything about him really. But I don't mean exactly like him, I don't care about saving humanity or whatever. I just want to be strong like him. Stronger."

Well... As far as I can tell, he was strong because he was certain what he wanted to do, even if it meant standing up against the entire demon world. What do you want to be strong for?

"To not be weak, and not get killed by demons?"

Hm. No, he can't very well lie to her.

"...I don't want to lose anyone again because I wasn't strong enough to save them."

Then shouldn't you be with the people you want to protect, and not reading ancient history from a dubious source?

"But they're not-" here? He looks at her, a little surprised.

"...You could stay here then. I could protect you."

You could come with me, and we could protect each other.

"..."

He seems to consider that, pressing his lips together. It's a look seen often on the usual Vergil, almost angry in his struggle with an emotion. "But I want you to stay here, Glory. You don't have to play the game. You can just...stay."

...I don't have to. But I want to. Something's wrong, right? With your soul. If I just stayed here and ignored that...

He shivers just to think about that. "...It's...yeah. It isn't right. They took it apart after all."

[...]

I want to help the people I care about too. That includes you, obviously.

But even beyond that... I want to work together with the people I care about. You wouldn't want to sit somewhere safe where someone could protect you either, right? Especially not when they were in trouble. So... we can do it together.

He takes a deep breath, and reaches for your sleeve.

"...Okay. If you're going to then I can't let you just go on your own to protect me while I sit here."

...Okay.

[a small smile, and she ruffles his hair with his free hand.]

Do you know where we should go?

Hey...!!!! He huffs, but, there's also a little smile...

"Well...you need to find Yamato for sure. It should be where I lost it still, so that's got to be through the veins in the cave. There's also...the mirror. But." Hhhhee does not look happy about it!

"Whatever you want to do."

Hmm.

[she glances over at the mirror]

...Let's take a look at that first.

It's 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 doesn't look directly at it, but he doesn't have anything to say about it, he just looks upset.

...

[She touches the mirror briefly, and then wordlessly offers Vergil a hand.]

Oh. He looks up at you, a little shocked, but takes it and follows you in.

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