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💒 i am sapphic & genderqueer<3

🫀 i am autistic!! :D

🎡 my hobbies include drawing, exploring abandoned buildings, artistic makeup, writing poems, collecting LPS and curios like bones or rocks.

🛸 i like videogames like alice madness returns, devil may cry, resident evil, doki doki literature club, needy girl overdose, five nights at freddy's, undertale. and moviestarplanet but shhh... i may or may not play on the polish server.

🦴 i love literally all kinds of music, my taste is pretty diverse. currently my favourite artists are madmans esprit, elita, ic3peak, jack stauber, senketsuakochan, jack off jill, mitski, and taco hemingway. i am open to recommendations of any kind!

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It has been some time ever since the separation was reversed. Despite Vergil coming together once again, it seemed as if the depths of his mind palace were occupied with a familiar, yet unexpected presence. Something that was meant to be left in the past. An entity starved for something it had once, clawing at its host's innards.

It demanded freedom, craved it – thrashing against its enclosure, a soul crying out to roam once again. To experience, to discover, to live. To breathe once again, feel the sun on his skin. Consume, indulge, lose himself to what he's been denied. Do everything his host would turn his nose at.

He was not a part of him, no. Not anymore.

Such a condition was sickening, feeling another being writhing, shackled alongside his own soul, hurting his already fragile senses. The Dark Slayer, despite it all, was sensitive – but not soft, mind you; his patience, normally impressive, wore thin as his current predicament messed with his everyday life, the entity's thoughts mingling with his own.

Decades of cultivating strenght, preservation, resilience – all of this felt duller the louder its yowls became. It was ridiculously ironic to think about, he who was meant to be discarded like rubbish is now back, alive and kicking. Vergil was tired and frustrated with his 'other self', so to speak. However, the time spent on his endeavour for might was also about intense research; Vergil was no stranger to the occult. Thus, the vision of a solution started blooming in his mind.

It's only logical to come to a conclusion that it is the fairest, wisest decision for Vergil to make: gift a physical vessel to a soul he's tried to abandon so cruelly, for both his own and V's peace of mind. To allow him to heal his heart, to lustrate his existence on his own terms. To be free once again.

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The preparations were filling both souls with hope for peace as much as it was tiring them; it took a long trip to find the necessary supplies, to learn spells, and to mentally prepare for it. Vergil did not dare to tell the truth to anyone save for his brother, for he knew worrying him about potentially running off to wreak havoc once again would've ruined Dante. He made a promise, and as much as he hated to admit he struggled internally, leaving without a single word would've been worse.

"I could help ya, y'know. No need to work solo when you've got me," said the Legendary Devil Hunter, barely concealing his worry with a shaky, yet warm tone. His aventurine eyes, once so similar to his own, shined with a hint of moist. There was something akin to longing in them, that caught Vergil off guard. Yet he knew what it was; deep inside, he wanted to do it with him too. To have an 'adventure', to face everything the world throws at them, facing it while walking hand in hand once more.

But he shook his head. While it was tempting to give in, he felt as if it wasn't right at all.

"It is my own problem, little brother. I mustn't expose you to any of this, it is fully between me and V." he exclaimed calmly, in a manner that was completely deadpan to some, but he knew his brother felt the undertones it held. The look in his icy eyes was almost apologetic. Almost.

"If ya say so. You were supposed to work on accepting help, though." Dante teased him, although his voice was cracking. The smile on his face wasn't very convincing, it was clear that he wasn't fully on board with this. But under the unwavering gaze of his older brother, he gave him a reluctant nod, reaching out to rub his shoulder reassuringly.

"I'll tell Nero you'll be taking off. I promise to try and not make him mad," he murmured, patting him still. Vergil was a bit taken aback at the display of affection, but he didn't try to stop it either. He sighed, stepping back to grab Yamato out of his sheath. He shot his brother one more look, and turned around to open a portal.