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❝Vergil, is it? I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting years ago..❞
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sullied-dark-slayer
❝Vergil, is it? I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting years ago..❞
sullied-dark-slayer said:
"….." He simply strode away, not bothering to ever ask.
Dammit.
"I'm stuck in this form!" he tosses his head back and sags his shoulders, totally exasperated. Especially since he can't exactly go after Vergil, what with being restricted to his room for... six more days.
sullied-dark-slayer said:
"Need you be a horny old man?"
Huuuuff. "Believe me, I wish I were not." Sparda tugged at the neck of his shirt and his cravat, "I have never experience such a harsh season." It had to be Mundus' fault.
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❝ Yes.. ❞ He spoke affirmatively. ❝ I am your Master. ❞ How quick and effortlessly the Dark Angel returned was record setting compared to past times. The loyalty of a trained dog does speak well of his Master. The Prince’s cynicism for the fallen Son of Sparda would fall on deaf ears for the his warrior, but maybe he was more angry at his losses than presumed.
Someone has to suffer for it.
❝ Was it fun for you? Chasing down the ghosts of a ruined past and for… Something you abandoned a long time ago.❞ His humanity? His brother? His freedom? What did it matter, none of these were his any longer.
The red gaze bore into the bowed head as if looking to burn a hole through his skull. It was becoming frustrating now to differentiate the two hatreds he held and give only the deserved scorn when it all comes back to comparing this one and the younger to one disloyal vermin.The foolishness is all the same.
❝ ..How are you going to answer for this? ❞
sullied-dark-slayer replied to your post:Me: *has that one picture of Sparda and the twins...
// Oh you did not! *squealing*
( House Sparda was once a noble family under the empire of Mundus, whose reach had expanded into two realms, and was given control of the island Fortuna centuries ago. Their leader launched a devastating rebellion, and was said to have used the power of a demon to spearhead the attack. In a short period of time, Mundus' colonies within the realm had surrendered, unifying under the House's rule.
Their reign lasted two millennia, before it was deposed. The two surviving Spardas have since fled into exile.
sullied-dark-slayer replied to your post “*confused demon sounds* And… you’re certain this is music? I’m never...”
"I assure you, that is not music. It is what the lesser breeds listen to. Unfortunately for us, we have no need to lower ourselves."
"I see. That is a relief to know, at the least." He had begun to wonder about what was considered an advancement in the arts humans held so dear. "Do you happen to have any recommendations? I would not know where to start."
Or when, for that matter. One year in this world was no where near enough time to catch up on two millennia's worth.
This can hardly be called a coincidence. In fact he highly expected his family noticing him being up and about once more. While many matters are yet to be cleared, mainly the reason behind his sudden re-visiting of the surface world, he'd just need the time to at least settle in and take in the serenity. The joyous feeling of seeing one of his sons again after much time had passed.
"Vergil."
"How... Intriguing."