Starter for @hartbeating
The feel of fabric surrounded him.
It was warm - soft and cozy.
The smell of something pleasant drifting into his nose. Nothing putrid or rotten, like the Qliphoth or the underworld itself... but something that reminded him of safety. Of comfort.
This couldn’t be the afterlife... could it?
He slowly fluttered his eyes open, the warm yellow light flooding his vision. The first thing he did was to sit up, yet a jolt of pain screamed through his nerves. A groan left his lips - no, this couldn’t be the afterlife, not with this sort of sensation following him to the grave. Slowly, he sat upon the bed, the blanket that cocooned him pooling upon his waist. He took a glance at his hands; the deep black markings just faded and gone, and the faintest remnants of cracks still present... but not as severe as before.
V brought a hand up to his temple, eyes shutting tightly to remember what happened - he could recall stumbling blindly, vision faded--
The warmth of the young man’s body supporting him--
The pain in his legs, trying to still his death march--
Standing before the demon, titanium cane raised--
Flesh flaking off, crumbling into the wind--
Questions began boiling into V’s mind - where was he? What happened? Did Urizen die? What happened to Dante and Nero? Why--
His train of thoughts halted when he heard the door open, and V glanced up, spotting a woman in black hair. He couldn’t help but freeze; this woman was completely unfamiliar to him. His head tilted slightly, and lips parted to speak. “...Where am I?”