.024 [Dream]

[the_aurailia]

[ Event][His feet were lost inside the floor, stuck inside it somehow with no way of escape just as his arms were phased into the wall behind him. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t see because his vision was red, one of his eyes was missing and all of his muscles ached with the position he was trapped in

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[the_aurailia]

Of course it is. [The twin smiled, turning away from his brother to face Bakura. His eyes were red, not the deep brown Seth's were, and they carried a tempting sort of glow.] I'm the interesting one after all, not him. [The boy pointed a thumb behind him, flashing his teeth with his smile] That fucker's weak.

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[the_aurailia]

Oh please, don't think I don't see through that ice. You and I are the same, and you wouldn't speak that way about yourself. [The boy shrugs, turning around to pet Seth's cheek lightly, his red fingers darkening with more blood] Not only is he weak but he's planted a seed of weakness in you as well.

[guide2hell]

[In dreams, he didn't appear his age. A boy, about nine, his silver white hair falling about his face and spattered with blood, his blue pajamas equally spattered, too small to wield the katana tied roughly to his arm by a tassel to keep him from losing it as he wandered. Vergil turned, cold blue eyes studying this.]

Another? How interesting. [His words show the truth of his age. He eyes The Aurailia, a touch of scorn flickering through his eyes for a second.] A parasite that pretends and steals life from the dead. How... quaint. [He turns to Seth.] you do realize that clinging to it will ultimately drag you down. It may have come from someone you cared about, but it isn't them. [The heavy amulet shifts on his chest, and he turns, looking. He's not even sure why he's here in this boy's mind instead of his own dreams, or Dante's.]

[the_aurailia]

[As Virgil speaks Seth shudders, recoiling inward slightly, his heart beat loud in the air. He bites his lip, shivering.]

He isn't really up to talking just now, poor thing. [The Aurailia smiles, turning to face the boy with a wicked smirk] Hmn, you know a lot for a child. Though your body looks weak.

[guide2hell]

[The pale blue eyes don't flicker, don't change. This is not a child, he hasn't been a child since the night this form remembers. The faint echo of her dying scream hardens those eyes, and a cold, sardonic smile distorts a face that should be innocent. He touches Yamato's sheath, and faintly a rending wail of bloodlust answers him.]

Children often know more then they should. The cruelty of blows, of loss, of the blood of those who bore them shed needlessly by monsters to protect them. Innocence is often an over rated virtue. [He turns, a blood soaked lock trailing across his face, almost like a trail of tears.]

Perhaps I am weak, weak as a kitten. [A smile, the eyes going almost gray, then red for a second, and are those adorable little canines long and serrated, meant to tear flesh from bone?] Perhaps I am not. Do you wish to find out?

[the_aurailia]

... You are afraid aren't you? Only a scared little cunt like you would turn to violence so quickly for no reason at all. [As it speaks an eye opens at the back of it's neck, bloodshot and staring]