The sound of his footsteps, usually soundless like a cat’s, were awfully loud in this hallow, grotesque environment, silent and more ominous in sight than expected: Limbo. The Inbetween. It brought forward all feelings of melancholy and loneliness as a scenery, but the Hellking’s eyes were looking around in pure interest, much like a researcher discovering a new area on the map.
His spells had worked and the long awaited trip he was planning to take to this wholy new dimension, finally came to reality. In his hand, he was holding a book, its pages blank for him to write in his observations and evaluations. This land could some day prove useful to him.
Rumors had it that Limbo was a dead, grey zone and there was thin chance of encountering life forms--unless we are talking about souls; he could see those dark, trembling shilouettes, wallowed in their own, silent misery. But apart from them, this realm was empty, like a ghost city, buildings ruined and covered in onyx crystals. D e c a y -- Apocalypse.
And yet, some presence was bugging his senses as he approached more and more to what resembled a cemetary, mold and moss climbing up the sandstone steles, covering the names of the dead, eternally forgotten in such a place. And deeper, futher behind the cemetary, there was a big mansion, abandoned as well---Limbo was just like the human world; maybe a reflection of it, yet haulted, unmoved for so long, as if humanity disappeared all at once, leaving the place to the mercy of time.
Vergil pretend to not notice the fact that he felt this presence forementioned getting closer, internally, his enthusiasm for discovery growing bigger--what being could have this stinging aura?--and he proceeded to take some notes of what he had seen up to now.
