#inverdade

[songsofreason]

plotted starter for @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.

Someone approaching. Vergil's empty hand closes on the rock to gouge itself and holds to will himself to not black out. "Dan...te..." he does not know why he says it, knows that the man he had been sent to kill, the brother Nelo Angelo does not have, isn't even here. It's someone else.

[spirestar]

@inverdade : ❛ view it as a learning experience. ❜ — papa quan chi after making freshly created trish assist him in torturing some random innocent :)

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...

"Will you finish by killing it?" It, everything is an it. Trish is a devil in the shape of a human with endless ability to learn and grow into something even more horrifying. A trick of the heart for use in the future. She has no concept yet of people or personhood. She does not know what makes her her other than she must be. Quan Chi holds her existence in his palms for Mundus, or himself, or them all, and all she can think is, with her palms facing up and her eyes clear as the sky above the human world she should never get to see: "Do you mean for me to?"

[devilbreaker-a]

@inverdade said ❛ keep away from me. i am unclean. ❜

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

“now what?” his face turns into this mix of sadness and confusion, he grabs his arm that has now been regenerated, maybe credo had noticed it, who knows he doesn’t care. “you’re not running from me, not you too i don’t care if you think you’re some sort of dirty thing, whatever the fuck you want to call yourself you’re staying here.”

[songsofreason]

how many pillows do they sleep with?

One

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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.

of course because he's weird he is very particular about sleeping in front of people and having it be seen as "weak" or whatever esp. since he doesn't really have to sleep as long as normal humans do or as frequently, so he can put it off until he's alone, generally speaking.

[devilbreaker-a]

@inverdade said "i don't trust you to behave" credo

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.

at that comment nero rolls his eyes "and what are you gonna do about it?" he squints his eyes at him, hand on his hip "maybe you should've told your little collegues to not put me on this job, not my circus or monkeys to deal with" tongue stuck out "and i'll trust you to be the usual and keep me in check huh? b o r i n g"

[heartinhands]

[devilbreaker-a]

@inverdade said ❛ do you ever feel at times as if you were not… as if you were not a person? ❜ (kyrie)

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.

he had thought all of this his whole life really, what it could've been and what it should've been but he had lived and that's what matters. then he remembers what kyrie has been through, the guilt nero felt when she was stuck in the savior, she shouldn't have had to be there, it should've just been him and only him, maybe she wouldn't be feeling this emptiness. "constantly feeling like im tip toeing between the demonic and being human, feeling like i''m out of my body it sucks." he hesitantly takes her hand, giving at the very least a finger to squeeze "i wish i could've stopped it sooner so you.. didn't feel like this" he blames himself so much, she deserves somebody normal, to be in a world where she doesn't have to deal with all of this nonsense, live her life. but he really doesn't think he could live this life without her, as selfish of him as it sounds.

[spirestar]

@inverdade : "You cheated!" — barret to aerith

"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.

Now that they're traveling again and sit around campfires made from garbage and rubble every few nights, it was easier for her to convince Barret to play with her. Picking between boredom or a welcome distraction is easy. "You've been watching me the whole time! Maybe you put in some of your own cards, huh?" Oh, Aerith definitely slipped a fancier card she bought at the Saucer into the deck, too. She's not going to admit that though. How can Barret prove she didn't just get reallllllly lucky with her card pack? (Aerith is glad for the excuse to mess with Barret; She knows he's been hurting.)