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It happened like it did every time;

The world was black, but Vergil knew he wasn't alone. He could feel the earth trembling, like the ground was shuddering, like the island was ripping apart. He didn't want to open his eyes, to face it, to face the blackness and the destruction that he had a feeling he had a hand in. He didn't want to face what he'd done, what he was.

It happened like it did every time;

He opened his eyes and was met with a thick black smoke that writhed and roiled as if it had a life of its own. Flames seemed to lick at Vergil's paws though he had the slightest thought that they weren't hot, in fact he felt nothing. The darkness would surround him, suffocate him, and like always Vergil would pull against it, fight it. Occasionally a voice would seep through the inky blackness; cold, mirthless and sinister. It would talk to him, its words right in his ear and yet worlds away.

This time however, this time something was different;

The darkness closed in and Vergil turned to accept it defeatedly as he normally would. Though just as it felt as if it were setting every nerve ending on fire and sucking the breath from his lungs; it pulled away. Confusion seeped into Vergil's subconscious; something that rarely happened in these dreams. Fear, anger, hopelessness, but never confusion. He hadn't realized it but he'd closed his eyes as tight as possible to block out the inevitable. Upon opening them, he saw the writhing shadow as it slipped away into the void.

Against his better judgement; Vergil followed it. Something in the inky darkness was pulling him, calling him. It stirred an apprehension inside him he hadn't felt before.

It was then that the darkness gave way to a clearing bathed in shadow and muddle starlight. The shadow was there, the darkness. Only it wasn't Vergil who it was crushing into submission; but Pekhat.

His breath had caught in his throat at the sight of her, blue eyes shifting to meet his pleadingly, her voice unable to rise above the living shadow that had begun to burn her away until there was nothing left. A new sense of anger filled him, a new sense of helplessness and forlornness.

"No!"

His own voice caught him off guard, his head jerking back before dark eyes locked on the beast and it's victim once more. "No!" Vergil roared once more, more grounded and confident this time. The darkness halted in its slow shifting, Pekhat's body stilled and her blue eyes shut. Panic infested Vergil's chest as he rushed forwards, unsure what he could do but knowing he needed to get to her.

Pekhat was in his sights, and so close, but just like that she was gone and instead a face had materialized from the shadows with a blood curdling scream. Vergil's paws came to a skidding halt as he stared eye to eye with the skulled creature he often saw in his nightmare, only never then close nor this engaged. It seemed to fill the air around him, sifting into the atmosphere until the world vanished and all that was left was him and it.

The darkness shifted its attention down on Vergil, it's skinless jaw opening slowly. Vergil met its gaze with a sudden influx of rage; "NO!"

The ruddy Dios's eyes snapped open, his body wrenching upward violently. He could hear his blood in his ears and as his vision focused, he saw the same creature from his dreams looming before him, its movements shaky, unsure and fizzling out of existence in certain places. His first reaction was to attack; this thing, this darkness inside him, had killed Pekhat. Rationalization however steadied his first instinct. Vergil studied it, his hackles raised and teeth gritted.

"You have no power," he mutters tentatively, the vision before him shifting out of focus. It makes Vergil pause, his dark eyes narrowing.

"You... will not.. win," Vergil breaths out more steadily.

Just like that, the apparition was gone, and Vergil was left standing in the dark, his heart racing and his blood cold.

Something was happening to him, and he needed answers.

Vergil/Art/Lit (c) tisea
Pekhat (c) halloumicheese

Description

It happened like it did every time;

The world was black, but Vergil knew he wasn't alone. He could feel the earth trembling, like the ground was shuddering, like the island was ripping apart. He didn't want to open his eyes, to face it, to face the blackness and the destruction that he had a feeling he had a hand in. He didn't want to face what he'd done, what he was.

It happened like it did every time;

He opened his eyes and was met with a thick black smoke that writhed and roiled as if it had a life of its own. Flames seemed to lick at Vergil's paws though he had the slightest thought that they weren't hot, in fact he felt nothing. The darkness would surround him, suffocate him, and like always Vergil would pull against it, fight it. Occasionally a voice would seep through the inky blackness; cold, mirthless and sinister. It would talk to him, its words right in his ear and yet worlds away.

This time however, this time something was different;

The darkness closed in and Vergil turned to accept it defeatedly as he normally would. Though just as it felt as if it were setting every nerve ending on fire and sucking the breath from his lungs; it pulled away. Confusion seeped into Vergil's subconscious; something that rarely happened in these dreams. Fear, anger, hopelessness, but never confusion. He hadn't realized it but he'd closed his eyes as tight as possible to block out the inevitable. Upon opening them, he saw the writhing shadow as it slipped away into the void.

Against his better judgement; Vergil followed it. Something in the inky darkness was pulling him, calling him. It stirred an apprehension inside him he hadn't felt before.

It was then that the darkness gave way to a clearing bathed in shadow and muddle starlight. The shadow was there, the darkness. Only it wasn't Vergil who it was crushing into submission; but Pekhat.

His breath had caught in his throat at the sight of her, blue eyes shifting to meet his pleadingly, her voice unable to rise above the living shadow that had begun to burn her away until there was nothing left. A new sense of anger filled him, a new sense of helplessness and forlornness.

"No!"

His own voice caught him off guard, his head jerking back before dark eyes locked on the beast and it's victim once more. "No!" Vergil roared once more, more grounded and confident this time. The darkness halted in its slow shifting, Pekhat's body stilled and her blue eyes shut. Panic infested Vergil's chest as he rushed forwards, unsure what he could do but knowing he needed to get to her.

Pekhat was in his sights, and so close, but just like that she was gone and instead a face had materialized from the shadows with a blood curdling scream. Vergil's paws came to a skidding halt as he stared eye to eye with the skulled creature he often saw in his nightmare, only never then close nor this engaged. It seemed to fill the air around him, sifting into the atmosphere until the world vanished and all that was left was him and it.

The darkness shifted its attention down on Vergil, it's skinless jaw opening slowly. Vergil met its gaze with a sudden influx of rage; "NO!"

The ruddy Dios's eyes snapped open, his body wrenching upward violently. He could hear his blood in his ears and as his vision focused, he saw the same creature from his dreams looming before him, its movements shaky, unsure and fizzling out of existence in certain places. His first reaction was to attack; this thing, this darkness inside him, had killed Pekhat. Rationalization however steadied his first instinct. Vergil studied it, his hackles raised and teeth gritted.

"You have no power," he mutters tentatively, the vision before him shifting out of focus. It makes Vergil pause, his dark eyes narrowing.

"You... will not.. win," Vergil breaths out more steadily.

Just like that, the apparition was gone, and Vergil was left standing in the dark, his heart racing and his blood cold.

Something was happening to him, and he needed answers.

Vergil/Art/Lit (c) tisea
Pekhat (c) halloumicheese