#inverdade

Darkness. The man shuffling through the Demon World is only aware of his two battered feet and where they touch the ground beneath him, where they cut and heal on jagged rock, the uneven nature of the ground. He knows this world well by now, prefers it to the Human World's too-rich light. He finds comfort in its hatred and spite, in the way the weak are disregarded and chewed upon for meals. Except now he is weak. Nelo Angelo Vergil, Vergil, VERGIL--Vergil reborn does not even have his amulet anymore, does not even have a brother, does not know how this happened to him, remembers the brother he does not have killed him. How long has he been walking? It feels like forever, eternity on razor wires.

The man that is named Vergil and nothing else suddenly staggers and falls to his knees, then forwards onto the unforgiving ground. His hand scrabbles and grabs at nothing, palm cutting itself on rock--the feeling is familiar. He does not remember why.

Trish nods because--her spinal column cracks into like it's finally found a home, each vertebrate bending, pliable, until she wills them to make the motion, it feels as natural as breathing into her twin lungs in the thick air, as natural as a newly born deer on knock-kneed legs begins to walk--she knows the correct answer is: I will, thank you. She wears much simpler clothes than she might one day and stands at her proper stature without any fanfare. An impossible new life breathed into a beautiful corpse and no one to celebrate. That is, aside from...

nero can’t really tell at this point if the world has it against him or it’s some sort of blessing. he had believed he was dead, this whole time and the burden of it all left a pit in his stomach that he couldn’t quite get rid of. 

it was almost like a hallucination that he didn’t want to believe in, but there was only one person who looked like credo and he was standing right in front of him. he had found him there it was almost like he returned home, almost like things were back to normal. nero found himself believing that it all could be back to normal for a moment until he spoke.

keep away from me, i am unclean

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well i think he's just used to sleeping with one. but as a kid pre-mansion burning down he had two (sometimes he only had one though if he, say, threw one at dante who then hoarded it. or, perhaps, if dante stole one. or, maybe, if dante--)

as an adult i think he has a preference for two pillows at least if not more but he's not picky...honestly if he's really tired he can sleep pretty much anywhere, he'll use the glass window to prop his head up, he'll get in the most uncomfortable sleeping-on-the-desk position he possibly can, he'll lean against trees, he'll sleep on airplanes.

what was it with people and always wanting him to behave, in nero's eyes he was behaving perfectly fine, the order didn't really need him for this mission anyway he was just there as backup.

he looks at her attentively, taking in every word "all the time" he puts his hand together, rubbing his palm. since the awakening of this demon that has lived inside of him his whole life, unknowingly, everything that he missed out on as a normal child with a family. the dinners, seeing his grandparents for holidays, being trained by his father who honestly he had grown to admire in his combat abilities with the times that he had trained, being trained by dante aswell with this style that he just finds closer to his own.

"What!" Aerith gasps exaggeratedly, holding her cards to her chest in indignation. "No I didn't! How could I have?" It's been a few weeks since they stopped at the Gold Saucer (and subsequently went to prison) but Aerith certainly didn't leave the place empty handed! After trading in a good amount of gil for GP, she was able to take back a few Triple Triad Power Pack. But no one has really been in the mood for games for a while. Sadly. She'd been so sure when she bought them that her friends would enjoy the pick-me-up. Something light-hearted.