Vergil's heart game (out of time)

[idolpro]

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.

Comments

Re: LIVING CAVE

[romanticlove]

[Well. She's here now. Demon!papa you need a new decorator, though. Don't mind her if she takes a moment to just check out those nasty blisters things. The smell is just as overwhelming as it is to take in and it takes her a moment to adjust, trying to ignore how it makes her thirst kick in just a bit - only the smallest bit uncomfortable. She keeps herself well fed on a good day, so it's probably fine.]

I can't imagine how anyone could stand this...

[Well, she's a bit of a special case. It's fine. She stares around her, deliberating before picking the East exit to start.]

Re: LIVING CAVE

[auguryofinnocence]

The smell is nicer over there, especially the flowers, they're extremely appetising.