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#sᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss ɴɪɢʜᴛ ( vergil ;; guideinferno )
criimsoncloud · 3 years
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He felt weak, so very weak - it did not help him either, that his lungs was filling up with blood, chest impaled like a weak little butterfly. Frail little fingers scratched at the dirt, trying to dig into the earth. He could feel the demons pull at his leg, threatening to rip his limbs apart. Why they didn’t kill him out right, Vitale didn’t know... but they wanted him for some reason.
Hazy eyes stared forwards, the form of someone standing blurry against the flaming background of their burning home. 
Was it his older brother?
Dante?
But he didn’t leave the house - only he and Vergil did.
Vergil?
But Vergil went all the way to the graveyard... Vitale never caught up to his healthier brother.
The yanking at his legs continued, ripples of pain and the sensation of flesh almost ripping nearly bringing tears to his eyes. He bit his lip, trying not to cry out in pain - why were they playing with him, instead of killing him? Vitale bowed his head, eyes closing and his entire body shivering, fearful of what these demons wanted from him.
The sound of fighting brought the child’s gaze up, and the figure that had been standing before the mansion was moving - killing.  “... Bro... ther?” His voice, hoarse, weak... but seeing someone still fighting... Vitale’s struggles began anew, twisting and turning to loosen the demon’s hold. Biting through his lip, he twisted his foot, hearing a violent crack in his leg, knowing that something broke... but it was enough for him to slip from the demon’s grip and stumble towards the mansion.
“Brother--!” 
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