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ᅠ ᅠ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭. ” ⠀⠀⠀ ❛ ℱ𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝑺𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝖔𝖋 𝕱𝐄𝐀𝐑 * ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𓉘 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝓢𝐇𝚰𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝚰 𓉝 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐃𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝐖𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛 ⠀ #MHARP 𓏵 #MVRP ᅠ ᅠ

Vergil in this pose, my take 🤲🏻✨

really love this mod outfit on vergil. dlt l8r

petty vergil #DevilMayCry

Catch you ~

https://t.co/ndOte1z4Ot Now that the solo is done i can begin my caps for V

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝐶ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ! 希望。

𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 1𝚜𝚝 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜, 𝚉𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙹𝚘𝚋! #𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀

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@saiyajiness

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[ .......... 💭 ]

a saying often is spread amongst the shuffling mobs of people that should one stare into abyss shall it stare back. but what should one do in the instance of said void had been standing before you this whole time while you cower and beg like a squirming little maggot .ᐣ

terror, what a beautifully tragic emotion indeed, it paints itself upon the nameless one's features like a captured photo as he's forced to watch in frozen terror ; he could taste his own heartbeat and still be able to count the many miles it was beating in this horrid moment.

bones broke and shift in unnatural ways as muscle density grows in strength like a scene from a monster movie. his form constantly breaking itself apart before shedding human flesh altogether like a snake would shed it's prior hide in the changing seasons.

but as for his demonic half did something truly insidious take place within, without the chains of human morality binding him to a shared body could the demon heir undergo grotesque metamorphosis into something deservi of the word "power".

time seemed to cease to a grinding halt as fragile half began to form from seemingly nothing, his physique materializing like whispering ribbons of meat, a canvas splashed the grace of a master painter giving life to creation. his body weak yet defiantly beautiful.

and so as his weakened form began to accept the open arms of death was his human half ejected from his body like that of a newborn child, his traumas follow suit like hungry predators. the physical rejection of what was deemed the "weaker" half.

〝 never again .. shall my body know defeat at the hands of the weak .. never again ... 〞 his fury was an undying flame that threatened to consume him in it's fiery inferno of hate. 〝 let my body .. be consumed in power .. reject this weak flesh in my .. quest.. 〞

it felt like he was splitting his guts in two, which to some degree he was, but even the pain of self mutilation couldn't compare to the stomfing pain of humiliation and defeat that he was uncomfortably familiar with. he forced his blade deeper into his body like a surgeon.

and so in a last ditch act to gain ultimate power does he plunge his blade into his own body. goring himself in a act of selfish seppuku as his blood coats the floor in bloody crimson paint.. he grunts in agony as he tries to force the blade all the way through with pain.