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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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The skin at his nape prickles, and he stands tall, the feeling of judgment weirdly familiar.
He walks forward in a random direction, heading toward the closest statue]
Any 'Fallen Ones' happen to be around?
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As you get close to one, those eyes form slit pupils, as if they're carved in real time, fangs growing over its bottom lip. Its voice booms loud enough it could practically blow you away.
"Look all around. All you see before you once were glorious. Now "fallen". You intrude on Our rest, mortal... Leave Us."
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Sure. As soon as I get a weapon. Heard this place was good for that.
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... are all of you angels?
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[But he goes through his own memories... I hope the Fallen Ones don't mind a name borrowed from the Kings of Lucis >_>]
Tonitrus. How's that?
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The ground shakes as the half drowned head lifts and is returned to its body along with each missing part, every crack restored into a living statue. It looks just like an angel, but that foreboding feeling of demonic power grows a thousand times over. This may not have been wise. But he points further down the way.
"We watched when a failure of a challenger was felled there, We watched him abandon his blade. Take it and leave this place."
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He takes the sword and nods at the statue, heading in the direction indicated]
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Just when you start to feel too exhausted to keep trudging through, there's something sticking straight up from the lake. Just a glimmer of gold on the end of some sort of stick or rod, submerged but for a couple inches.
The moment you touch it everything around you changes. The blood and statues gone in an instant and in its place a void of bright blue light, almost blinding. There's nothing else here - except a tall, indistinct figure standing a little ways off, his back to you. He stares upward, quiet a moment before speaking loud enough to be heard.
What are you searching for?
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A way to destroy the corruption in this heart.
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My friends. Family. People I care about.
I'll do whatever it takes to protect 'em.
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The vision disappears as instantaneously as it formed, and you are left standing where you were, sword in hand. It makes you feel strong.
You've acquired Yamato and seem to inherently know how to use it. That is, a sense of how to go about fighting with a katana, and that it is made to cut through anything, even space, even a soul. There wasn't a way back, but you may have found one. Teleportation unlocked! You can go wherever you want in the heart now.
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Well, he should give Yamato a test run. Let's hack at some statues]
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Super Sexy Style.
Their presence is still there just as strong, but there's a feeling in the air of satisfaction anyway. It feels good to destroy these things that were looking down on you, even if they can't die. Surely now they know you're better than them.
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(aiming for the Manor)]