#ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ɪʀᴏɴ ᴄʜᴀɪɴ ( tentatiomundi ;; mundus )

[criimsoncloud]

“ now now, don’t black out yet. ”

Black spots littered his vision, shuddering breaths wracking through his body as he tried to fight the pain that coursed through his body. His dark master was not very lenient - blood slowly dripped from the open wounds, though not at all large and gaping. His wounds were small, enough to cause pain and misery, but not enough to permanently harm him. V’s arms shook, and he could feel a sticky, oily hand grasp his hair, yanking it hard and forcing his gaze upwards. A cold shiver passed upon his body, and a glow of something bright entered his peripheral.

It took a second for V to realize what it was.

“God, please, no--”

Chains rattled as he furiously struggled, a sudden rush of energy flowing through him, determined to flee from the red hot metal that was coming his way. But there was no where he could run, not chained and collared like a miserable dog.

He wouldn’t heal from this - he couldn’t! All he was, was a pathetic human--

“Please-- Don’t, anything but--”

His voice was cracking, the life that once felt snuffed out from his capture back, if only to escape the permanent brand.

“Anything but-- I will do anything--”

[criimsoncloud]

@tentatiomundi asked (random violence meme)...

Bad Touch reverse

Breaking one of V’s bones

He had been stuck in this sickly darkness for so long - time had slowly and slowly become irrelevant, and the blackness was his only companion. Well, the darkness, and that sickening, maddening cold touches of his captor. Those hands would graze against his bare skin, sending violent shivers down his spine... but they were the only touches that V would ever feel. He never saw a thing - couldn’t see a thing, not when his vision, blinded by a demonic curse. It absolutely sickened him when, desperate for something other than this mind numbing loneliness, he would lean towards the touches, taking any sort of affection that he could. 

Which is why, when he felt the large hands settle across his stomach and groin, V immediately leaned into the touch, not at all questioning why his captor was holding him still, rather than teasing and caressing him.

But the next words he heard from Mundus chilled him all the way to his bones, immediately jolting V’s sense back.

                                        y̢͏o̢u̸ ̸h̷͠a͢v̶͢ȩ̸̡ ́͝no̷͜͝ ̴̨n͢͢èę͘d̴̨ f́o̢r̡͡ ́l̀e̢҉ģş̴ ̴͜͝a̕n̡y̷m͟͠͏oŕ̸é͢

Panic settled into his body - the same, mad panic and fear that he had felt when Mundus had first captured him.

“No, no, no no no -- you can’t do this--!”

Voice, desperate and hoarse, cracked from disuse echoed.

Limbs kicked out, weak from disuse, those hands keeping his struggles contained.

His own hands began to claw at those demonic limbs, human nails futilely trying to stop the mounting pressure on his legs. More hands emerged from somewhere behind, yanking V’s elbows back and nearly tearing them from the sockets without a care. A sob ripped from his throat, the squeezing pressure on his thighs sending a fiery pain surging through his body. He could hear each and every fracture, the cracks in his limbs echo, his own gritted screams.

“Please stop, please--!”

V knew it was utterly useless, appealing to this demonic emperor’s blackened soul. This creature had no mercy - if Mundus dare be gentle, it was for a sinister cause. But he knew, V knew, that once his legs were gone - snapped, crushed, pulverized ...

He could never escape.

He was only human, now.

He wasn’t Vergil, the half demon spawn of Sparda - he was the human V. Fragile and breakable, with scars that will never heal.

His limbs will never grow back.

Cries and pleas still slipped from his lips, the sounds of snapping and grinding bones filling his ears. Every sound that echoed in that darkness, a death bell counting down his fate. Suddenly, the darkness that blinded his sight lifted, and a cruel hand tilted his head down. It took a moment for V’s vision to adjust, before the sight before him finally registered. His captor’s hands, squeezing down and crushing his thigh, shards of bone already beginning to peek out of pale skin. The bruising, debilitating pain didn’t hit him right away, stupefied by the sight of the remains of his limbs.

Those same hands paused, making sure V was looking, before finishing the job and pulverizing the remaining bones in his legs, one by one, his hoarse screams of pain the only thing V could utter now. The once stubborn fire in his eyes, gone.

There was no escape for him now.

[criimsoncloud]

"Do you think death will find you so easily?" The air around V begins to stir, displaced by an unseen force. Circling. Surrounded. "No matter what form you take, you belong to me. Even as you are, you feel our connection, do you not?"

“No, I am my own man.”

A grimace bloomed on his face. Though there was no physical presence around him, he could feel his old chains come and ensnare him - the phantom pain of the spikes impaling him. The sensation of the oozing darkness that once enrobed him pricked at his skin, and V’s hand began to clutch at his chest, wanting to claw out the taint. Red streaks blossomed upon his chest, nail scraping hard against pale flesh.

“I have broken all the chains that once enslaved me. I do not belong to you... That connection is but a lingering nightmare, withering away.”

But even as he spoke, V’s voice lowered and became quieter.

Shaky.

Hesitant.

“You are but a figment of my imagination-- you’re trapped in the depths of hell... you cannot touch me... you can’t...”

[criimsoncloud]

"Every step brings you closer to me."

“I’d rather perish into nothingness than step one more step closer to you.”

[criimsoncloud]

*ebil laughter* MundusV

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V is just so vulnerable to Mundus, which makes him a good target for Mundus to snatch a piece of Sparda. With the way V firmly believes he has been thrown away and tossed aside again, V is left rather helpless. He’s isolated himself into his tiny little world, believing that if he were to die or disappear, no one would notice - and no one will, since he never even bothered to let anyone know he’s alive.

And with the way we’ve been going about it, with Mundus attacking him mentally instead of physically, all V has to defend himself is his willpower - but who has more patience between the two? One frail man who probably is already suffering under some sort of Stockholm Syndrome but refuses to admit it, or one millennia old demon emperor?

It’s a war of attrition between Mundus and V, and unfortunately, V is losing.

[criimsoncloud]

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[criimsoncloud]

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[criimsoncloud]

tentatiomundi replied to your post: Make your muse into a bear! Stole from:...

*drags teddy V away with his many hands*

V does not want this-- Not at all - he never agreed to being Mundus’ teddy bear--

[criimsoncloud]

2. Frustratingly attempting to read.

Non-Verbal Venting ( still accepting !! )

V sat in his chair at the corner of his room, facing away from the windows, and curled up in a small ball. Every few moments, a page of the book would flip, rather aggressively - if V were to put any more force in it, he might have ripped the pages clean off the spine. His brows furrowed, eyes occasionally going over the same sentence three times, before moving on. His mouth was set in a small scowl, grunts of pure annoyance every time he felt something at the tips of his toes, accompanied with a small flick, trying to get rid of whatever was touching him.

At this point, V was less frightened of the demon that was constantly trying to steal him back to the underworld, and more severely irritated - his fear was overridden by annoyance.

“Could you. Just. LEAVE me alone. For FIVE MINUTES?”

[criimsoncloud]

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send 💋 for kisses from V || ( accepting !! )

There’s a foul expression upon V’s face upon hearing the devil’s request. Derision drips from his very countenance as he approaches Mundus - but V did not wish to experience the demon’s wrath upon his very human existence. (He was already playing a little too close to the fire every time he sent vile words of disgust towards Mundus, and V knew it.) He tilted his head up, and pressed his lips against the demon’s, reluctantly, doing his absolute best to reduce as much contact as he could, despite this intimate position of V, straddling Mundus’ human form. He kept his mouth closed, but continued to fulfill the demon’s request for a kiss - Mundus never asked for a deep kiss. Just a kiss.

[criimsoncloud]

Truth: You enjoy submitting to me, do you not? Dare: Refer to me as 'Father' for the remainder of the day

truth && dare, V has to choose one || ( accepting !! )

“…So we go from ‘master’, to ‘father’. Fine, father. Are you pleased? “

Because V was certainly not.

[criimsoncloud]

Send “How to Care for” Instructions for V || ( accepting !! ) @tentatiomundi

V hisses again, the bell upon his neck ringing as he rears back. He swears he will go for the eyes next time-- V couldn’t exactly aim for the jugular since... he was unsure where Mundus’ jugular was... but he was pretty sure he could aim for those bright red orbs the devil called ‘eyes’.

And what was this about ‘breeding pairs’... ?

[criimsoncloud]

Hello, darling

marriage meme || ( accepting !! )

The moment that he felt his feet leave the ground, a sense of panic settled into his gut - these hands, these arms, all horrifyingly familiar. His mind screamed in fear, yet his body was so used to this touch - it disgusted him. V squirmed, heart beating madly in panic as he tried to pry himself away from the devil, but it was no avail - V was just a simple human.

And even if he had all his former powers, how would that make any sort of difference to the demon that once entrapped him and broke him down?

“No. I refuse– I’m not marrying you–! You can’t– I refuse–!”

But those were just words. Simply words.

V could cry all he wants, but it would be a futile gesture.

[criimsoncloud]

The demon laughs. "It pleases me. I would command you to strip, but I know you value this illusion of choice. So if you wish for ME to do something to YOU, you need only voice it."

“If my only wish was for you to release me, would you even entertain that wish?” V hissed at Mundus, trying to lean away from the demon, arms crossed in front of him and shielding as much of his flesh as possible from the three eyed gaze. “I refuse to strip for you - you would have to rip my clothes from me.”

He knew he was poking the beast; but he could not still his tongue. V would not still his tongue; not while he still had fight in him. Weak as he may be, physically, but he refused to let his mind fall.

[criimsoncloud]

Truth: Do you remember how good you felt, being touched so intimately, begging for release? Dare: Climb on my lap and give me a kiss.

truth && dare, V has to choose one || ( accepting !! )

…fuck he should have taken the two drinks.

Fuck.

… nope, he refused to think about this; absolutely refused– nope, he absolutely hated it, he loathed it, he refused to acknowledge it– if he says anything out loud, it would just–

…well, at least the dare wasn’t as bad as giving Mundus a lap dance. 

Reluctantly, V crawled onto the demon’s lap, pure disgust clear in his eyes. “I am only doing this because of this stupid game, father.“ Squeezing his eyes as tightly as possible, V placed a kiss upon Mundus’ lips, before literally ripping himself away and wiping his lips, as if that would remove the contamination upon his flesh.

He was going to drown himself in mouthwash for the next five days.

[criimsoncloud]

tentatiomundi replied to your post: V’s stalker– @tentatiomundi

*pets with a tentacle* Shhh. Happy Death Day, V~

“... don’t tell me it was you all along...”