#limbowalker

Thomas stared at the woman.  "Hi."  He said to her after moment.  "I am Thomas...   You are?"   He asked confused.  "What...  What are ya?"  He asked confused.

Content warning forrrrrr gross psychological stuff and gross demon cannibalism and gross death and such.While Mundus’ prisoner, slave, soldier, and stress ball in Hell, Vergil was frequently and regularly visited and tortured by doppelgangers of his family. He wasn’t fooled, per se, at first; he knew better, treated them with bitterness and resentment and hatred. But as time went on, as his mind became more broken…There were those times, in the midst of desperation and hysteria, that he was mad enough to latch onto the thought and never let go. He deserved it, he told himself while he still had the presence of mind to do so; he’d done so much wrong, he’d hurt his whole family, dishonored them. And when his mind finally slipped away to where it could rationalize no longer…What was there to question? It was, quite simply, the way of things.But this was not the betrayal.

"Oh my gawd, do you know what this means, Kat?  It means we must have a sleepover!" she said.

"Hey, um.  Was that your circle?  It got me out of Limbo."  Who would have thought making a stencil of the circle and using spray paint?  That was pretty clever.  The Nephilim looked down at the circle and grinned.