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Vergil's heart game r5
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: I AM PROPERLY THREAD TRACKING
It gives him a reason for bravery, so he transforms, smaller and immature compared to his usual demon form, but it still leaves him at Lily's height. And a demon.
1/2, gag tag??
Re: I AM PROPERLY THREAD TRACKING
Levity, too, knows that друг can't leave this room - as much as it would pain him to leave behind a child, even if a demon child, he remembers the concern the boy showed when Levity came in, the protectiveness in those last moments before death. All Levity could do here was die uselessly in front of Vergil. How would that make him feel?
Nevertheless, the thought churns his stomach.
Levity moves forward to grab Lily's arm.]
L-Lily, it's true, he can't leave here--we have to go. Don't make him lose more friends.
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She cuts a way with Yamato to the manor]
Let's go.
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