#soeg

[opal765]

Die Zittauer Schmalspurbahn, hier erreicht der Zug den Endbahnhof Jonsdorf.

[peanutbutter069]

Ryuji Goda

I hated drawing this because for some reason youtube was being a big big meanie to me, like it pulled the middle finger at me as well as taking away my wife and children and didn't let me listen to vocaloid metal (i loev utsu-p ilove) like wtf man.

[periidoti]

Im dreaming up an animation idea

So like... Skeleton Song by Kate Nash, with Salt and Pepper...

The nightmare part would be them fighting in iii, because I hc they might have some soeg of memory 😭 they just think it's fake

[postsofbabel]

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[slutty-little-fangirl]

Nice!! Are you playing or dming

Playing we're working on a long campaign, our dm might be annoyed that we're slow but 🤷‍♀️, we spent all of last session planning a siege and we'll be (hopefully) soeging tonight ���

[anulithots]

FAV FAV FAV FAV FAV FAV FAV

@mylee-sketches @justrustandstardust

SIODG SOEG jdk

oiOISD GKJ

please let this happen jjk237

[levenxa]

ughh the urge to make weridcore characters,,, ,,

[schmalspurbahnlexikon]

Feierliche Freigabe der S 132-Mandaubrücke in Zittau, aus Medienservice Sachsen

Feierliche Freigabe der S 132-Mandaubrücke in Zittau, aus Medienservice Sachsen

02.12.2022 https://www.medienservice.sachsen.de/medien/news/1058733 Sachsens Ministerpräsident Michael Kretschmer sowie Vertreter des Landesamtes für Straßenbau und Verkehr, der Stadt #Zittau und der #Sächsisch-Oberlausitzer #Eisenbahngesellschaft mbH (#SOEG) haben heute die historische #Mandaubrücke im Zuge der Staatsstraße S 132 in Zittau wieder für den Verkehr freigegeben. (more…)

[sigalrm]

Dampflok 99 1760-0 untenrum by Pascal Volk

[sentoneentertainment]

#SOEG #SOR #SOD #WomanCrushWenesday #WcW ➡️🌹🌹❤❤ AKUA AMOAH •||• AKUA OFORI •||• AKUA ISHA (at Accra, Ghana) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8LUp5PnrZ5/?igshid=jekuaikw3v2i

[nicopoussain-blog]

Urbex Bx7Pr - Par : Soeg #urbex #Soeg #urbexfrance #urbexphotography #lostplaces #Frozentimes #NicoPoussain #urbanartbordeaux #streetphotographie #photographiederue #citytrip #Bordeauxmétropole #Bordeauxmaville #urbexworld #urbexeurope #urbexexploration #urbexphoto #urbexexplorer #urbexbordeaux #abandoned #team_urbex #urbextofax #graffiti_n_wallart #rsa_graffiti #jj_urbanart #tv_streetart #streetartofficial (à Bordeaux, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0llT6jo2-X/?igshid=jw1zmx3uweak

[cornerstorebitch]

posts like this are the reason i’m Not Like Other Girls as an adult. Everyday Female Experiences shut up op

I really think part of the reason male critics found no joy in Birds of Prey is because so much of the entertainment comes from showcasing everyday female experiences… Harley walking with one heel on, Montoya giving an officer an order only for him to look to her male coworker instead, Huntress being self conscious about the image she wants to create of herself, etc etc. I think a lot of men didn’t enjoy the film because it’s so divorced from their everyday perspective

[hiveiacomus]

Slagg’s Drift, Week 1, Red Hand vs Serpent Syndicate

More skirmishes in our fair Underhive, my friends. The Red Hand took a crack at the Serpent Syndicate for control of Deacon’s Hold, and judging by the number of baldheads carried out on their backs, the Chaos lads came out on top. Seems all it took to ruin those snakes was leadership, a long rifle, and a (red) handful of screaming cultists! Say what you want about them (“they’ll be the death of us all!”) the Red Hand aren’t lacking in fighting spirit!

Here’s a little mystery. While trawling comms traffic, something caught my eyes: A message from an old terminal down by Sump Bay. I opened it up, hoping for some juicy, but what did I find? Gibberish. 

Junk code? Servitor malfunction? Some juve’s prank? Maybe. 

Or it could be Delaque secret whispers, ‘crypted in manual-style.

Never been much of a codebreaker, but maybe you clever scummers will crack it.

>>> Subject: RedHand

>>> Conduit 8516-JX12

Iig Oaag vrjhgrg zr evrqhimqn srwkphteaw. Vrhty udu trziglfrds aag eyplrvfrp dkvnqkejl. Wr vljilrrg yidcy yrjwhz aag iiwyenwvh. Wdo tkfwwz ia uvgrceeb, frh yecorghk af svv voaqrn tuvtbffp.

Glsclki glfrdk, ejlngv uissolhu zre-rrffvglrf glvlug ehkvhht. Cltohk uc UY thyfbudmqn chokmf yigxrp svsg vbmutifk. Klh Soeg fj Foaajv eqzwruvh. 

A real head-scratcher. If one of ya figures it out, send a com-you-know-kay and I’ll cast it long and broad. That’ll make the serpents squirm... Hehehe. Unless that’s just what they want! Can never tell with those baldheads! 

Keep all your eyes open! 

-iii

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"Crimson claw and azure serpent clash, blood spilled upon the ground of Deacon's Hold. The serpent's fangs avail it not, for the hand catches its tail and casts the serpent down. Its body is broken. The red witch tastes blood, and a great eye of power gazes down, pleased for the moment. Portents of doom surround the hand. A storm gathers."

- Spatia the Hag, underhive soothsayer

[etlunainmorte]

🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

***

An old Priest bravely came forward despite his trembling knees, holding up his crucifix in hopes of warding off the Demons.

“Sáncte Michael Archángele, defénde nos in proélio,…”

The enemies fell silent, looking at each other, confused of what’s going on. The priest took this as an opportunity to keep praying.

“Cóntra neqúitiam et insídias diáboli - ”

One by one, the enemies started laughing at his words, clearly not affected by his prayer.

With sweat running cold and courage slowly diminishing, the poor old Priest went on, “… ésto p - p - præsídium. Ímperet ílli Déus - ”

One of the Demons came forward and mockingly uttered the prayer with the frightened Priest. “… SÚPPLICES DEPRECÁMUR: TUQUE, PRÍNCEPS MILÍTIÆ CÆLÉSTIS -

“… SÁTANAM!” The Demons finished for him as they laughed and insulted.

The poor old Priest was about to lose all hope when, all of a sudden, the enemies abruptly stopped laughing. Little by little, the smiles on their horrendous faces vanished, to be replaced by expressions of either pain or depression.

Then, all of them stopped moving, frozen and rooted to the ground. This gave the Priest enough motivation to keep on praying.

“… súpplices deprecámur: tuque, prínceps milítiæ cæléstis, Sátanam aliósque spíritus malígnos,” The Priest prayed with renewed courage as the Demons seemingly cowered before him and his crucifix. “… qui ad perditiónem animárum pervagántur in múndo, divína virtúte, in inférnum detrúde.”

“Ámen!”

The people of the church looked behind them upon hearing the loud voice of an old woman who just finished the prayer. And when they saw three old nuns, one bearing a pail of water, and the other two wielding procession crosses, they couldn’t help but chuckle and be worried at them at the same time.

“WWWAAAHHH!” Their leader, the one bearing the pail, howled like a warrior and charged straight at the Demons, almost tackling the old Priest on the way. She doused the nearby enemies with that suspicious water, and lo and behold, the fiends actually shrieked in pain as their hideous skin melted!

It was holy water!

“HHHOOOAAAHHH!” The other two nuns bearing the crosses then charged at the enemies, driving the pointed bejeweled things through the Demons’ heart and successfully killing them.

The nun with the pail addressed the people as her two comrades did the “Demon Hunting”.

“Tränkt die Dämonen in Weihwasser!” She said in instruction for the people to fetch themselves a pail of holy water. “Dann durchstoße sie mit diesem zeremoniellen Kreuz!” She, then, pointed at the two nuns who were still skewering some holy water - soaked Demons.

“Lasst uns diese gottlosen Dinge zurück in die feurigen Gruben der Hölle schlagen!” The old Priest, who was more than ready to fight the enemies, began howling. “ANGRIFF!”

As the people started working together, fetching procession crosses, or anything that’s sharp, and pails of water from the back of the church and letting the old Priest bless them to “weaponize” them, Kyrie made her way towards the altar and leaned against the lectern. She closed her eyes and covered her mouth as tears began pouring out. She, then, removed the hand from her mouth and placed it against her belly.

She cried tears of happiness.

“We’re saved.” She whispered as she rubbed her belly, now with both hands. “Your daddy saved us. Nero,… saved us!”

Meanwhile, at the other side of the globe, Nico, Trish, and Lady were staring at Shadow the feline demon as she sat in front of them, seemingly guarding the human who was sitting on the sofa just behind her. The strange human girl, whose clothes were stained with blood, just glanced calmly at them, unmoving, emotionless,…

… and she was clutching at her mid - section as she healed it with her equally strange power.

“Uhh, so who are you again?” The tattooed woman carefully asked the stranger.

“You can call me Galatea.” The girl answered.

“Hey, I thought that’s (Y/N)?” Lady whispered to Trish, still wary of her movements as Shadow stared at them.

“Perhaps.” Galatea answered for her, making them even more baffled.

“What do you mean by that?” Trish bravely asked her.

The Bearer of The Past smiled at her as she closed her eyes. “… we are connected,… by that one feeling. Her branches mixed with mine,… and our roots,… together joined.”

Nico’s jaw dropped open as she slowly nodded. She looked once more at the huge demonic cat as it remained vigilant on the floor. “I think,…” she began. “I know what kind of feeling you’re talking about. Yeah. You and her are definitely the same.”

Trish and Lady only nodded.

They were all thinking of the same thing.

The mystic words, the feline familiar, her languid eyes,…

Oh, damn! The three women thought simultaneously. She’s just like V!

***

XXVII

***

By that time, the moon had already risen high above the night sky.

V and Dante cautiously made their way inside the mansion, looking for the man behind all the demonic attacks. Knowing the location of Fleminger’s office by memory, the poet led the way, and when they finally opened the ornate wooden door, something made them stop right on their tracks.

The office, itself, looked as neat and as tidy as the first time he was there but, an awfully foul smell of rotten corpses combined with sulfur was wafting around the area. The scent was even more appalling than the Dreadnought’s insides.

The brothers covered their noses in disgust.

“Big fancy room? Funky smell?” Dante spoke in a muffled voice. “Ugh! We’re definitely in the right place! So, where’s the boss?”

V did not answer. Instead, he glanced at the portraits of the pale people on the walls.

“Where could an intellectual man such as Fleminger hide a secret room?” The poet mused as he searched through (Y/N)’s memories in his mind like an archive of some sort. He may have gone back in time but, her memories still clung to him after being acknowledged by the Bearer of The Past. He knew (Y/N) have a clue. After all, she had the first hand experience with Fleminger’s ancestors.

And as V searched for clues in his mind, Dante began moving objects around the room, looking for buttons, trapdoors, anything.

The poet was still thinking when his twin found the old record on the small table near the wall. Being Dante and all, he smirked, poking fun at it despite the situation.

“Eh? Who knew he still keeps an ancient thing around here?” The Legendary Devil Hunter stated as he played the record,…

“On the farm, every Friday.

On the farm, it’s rabbit pie day,…”

“Huh, that’s funny. Today’s Friday! What are the odds,…” Dante said to himself as he placed his fingers on the fragile vinyl and started turning the record in the opposite direction.

“Nur, nur, nur, nur, tibbar nur, tibbar nur,

Nugs remraf eht soeg gnab, gnab, gnab, gnab,

Nur, nur, nur, tibbar nur, tibbar nur,

Nur, nur, nur, tibbar nur, tibbar nur,”

“Run, rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run,

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Goes the farmer’s gun!”

“Hehe, that sounded awful. Sorry about that.” Dante apologized as he let the record play normally.

As the music played, (Y/N)’s memories of a familiar scene flashed through V’s mind. It was when the uptight woman made them dance to the tune of a broken melody that was being played on an old record,…

“Is this,… the same thing?” V questioned as he glanced down at the vintage mechanism, carefully touching it with his light fingers.

He searched through the memories once more, looking for more clues, until he finally arrived at the moment where (Y/N) actually saw the woman playing that thing on the record.

“Hey, Mr. Poetry, what are you doing?” Dante inquired as he saw V rummaging through the drawers in search of something.

“It must’ve survived the onslaught. Fleminger’s grandmother must’ve brought it with her.”

“The what?”

“That thing.” V answered as he took out the oldest looking piece of record he could find. He stopped the music by raising the tone arm and pulling the cueing lever up. He then moved the tone arm over to the resting place and pressed the stop button.

Dante tapped his toes impatiently as the poet placed the old record on the platter of the player. Making sure that the speed was correct, V pressed play and raised the cueing lever. He aligned the tone arm with the record and dropped it carefully.

And as the first few notes of the sickly sweet music began, (Y/N)’s memories of Fleminger’s grandmother flashed through his mind.

“Perfection is everything.” He could almost hear her say in front of the dancing orphans. “There is no true beauty without worldly perfection. Eternal redemption is the reward for attaining worldly perfection. And those who could not achieve this perfection,… have no right to stand before the true god, Pandemonium.”

“That sure looks graceful,…”

“I beg your pardon?”

V watched with wide eyes as Dante pointed at something behind him. He turned and saw, in utter horror, a ghost of a mutilated lady dancing to the tune of the sweet music in the middle of the room.

“Yeah, just perfect,…” the younger twin muttered in sarcasm as he watched the mutilated lady dance whilst parts of her flesh fall down from her rotting body to the floor.

“It is perfection.”

“Excuse me?!”

“The Pale Ones wanted to achieve earthly perfection by creating girls such as this.” V explained. “They wanted a perfect sacrifice for Pandemonium’s vessel. And this girl happened to have failed on achieving perfection. Thus, she was doomed to dance for eternity like that.”

“How did you even know that?”

V only smirked at Dante. “I just know things which others doesn’t.”

“Whatever.”

The twins watched as the painful dance commenced and when the doomed dancer finally stopped, pointing at something behind them, the music also came to a close.

The two looked behind them to see a really large portrait of Fleminger’s pale grandmother smiling sinisterly down at them. They, then, heard an ugly and wet - sounding thud against the floor. They looked back and noticed that the dancer’s arm has fallen to the floor, its finger still pointed at the portrait. After that morbid display, the doomed dancer finally vanished into thin air.

“I don’t ever wanna see that again.” Dante monotonously uttered.

“Agree.” V replied with the same tone. “So, we’ll set her free. And the others.”

“How do we do that?”

V glanced back at Fleminger’s grandmother and grinned. “This woman knows how,…”

*

“Venit ergo Pandemonium. Venit ergo Pandemonium. Dona nobis virtutem tuam. Det nobis vitam aeternam. Venit ergo Pandemonium. Venit ergo Pandemonium,…”

The Pale Ones went on praying as Fleminger situated himself in the middle of the evil rune near the demonic idol. He closed his eyes, holding up his huge palms in front of the statue,…

“JACKPOT!” The Pale Ones heard a loud and distinct voice as the walls crumbled, revealing the Sparda twins.

“Jack,… pot.” V muttered poetically, his image of the fearful Vergil giving him a weird vibe. “So, it is written.”

“Honestly, are you really my brother?” The red twin asked as he summoned the Devil Sword Dante. “Because Vergil would never say that. Not in a million years.”

“What’s the harm in trying?” V answered humorously as he drew the Yamato in preparation for battle. “After all,… a truth that’s told with bad intent,… beats all the lies,… you can invent.”

Dante smirked at V’s words as he drew his own weapon, ready and pumped up for the fight. “So, it is written! Or whatever that was!”

The Pale Ones removed their heavy robes as they transformed into gargoyle - like Demons with long sharp claws, twisted horns, and equally twisted teeth.

“Now, that suits you better!” Dante quipped as he fought against the Demons all by himself.

Meanwhile, V had another enemy to confront.

“My Lord,” Fleminger clasped his hands as he put on his vulnerable look and pleaded. “ …it seems that you have gained your power.”

“I did.” The poet answered as he pointed the Yamato at him. “Now, set (S/N)’s soul free, along with others you enslaved for a hundred years, or I’ll use my newly obtained power against you and your horde.”

“You don’t understand, my Lord! (S/N), and the rest of the orphans, we need them to defeat the Dreadnought! We need them to kill (Y/N) - ”

“And summon Pandemonium through your chosen vessel?” V cut him off as he channeled his power to the Yamato. “(Y/N)’s sister would not like that now, would she?”

Fleminger grinned nervously as he realized that he had no other choices left. The Sons of Sparda already knew about the truth!

But, how?!

“Then, I’ll be the vessel, AND NOT (S/N)!”

V watched as Fleminger touched the image of Pandemonium. It gave him massive power as it engulfed him with crimson light.

“What the hell?!” Dante muttered as the enemy transformed into a huge and hideous Demon with scales, three pairs of wings, and a pair of twisted horns. His form was too big that it took up most of the space.

“I WILL OBTAIN POWER,… AND IMMORTALITY!” Fleminger howled, his monstrous voice booming and deafening. “THERE IS NO NEED FOR PERFECTION! THERE IS NO NEED,… FOR A USELESS VESSEL! I WILL OBTAIN,… EVERYTHING! I WILL BECOME,… PANDEMONIUM!”

“THEN, FUCK YOU!”

The brothers turned just in time as they saw Kyrie Eleison coming out of the wall they just busted, glowing and soaring through the air. And riding it was none other than Nero, himself. The youth revved the vehicle and landed right at Fleminger’s face, its spiky front wounding it, making his dark blood splatter on the ground as he howled in pain.

“Is that my son, or is he yours?” V innocently asked as he watched Nero drove Fleminger out of the room, making a new hole in the wall behind them. “Because, I’m very sure that we have no resemblance, at all. And he acts just like you.”

Dante looked at him in surprise. “No resemblance, my ass! And how did you find out?”

“I told you.” The elder brother answered as they followed the boy and the Demon outside. “I just know things,…”

Nero managed to throw Fleminger out using Kyrie Eleison, and as the massive Demon calling himself Pandemonium scrambled to his feet, unable to see due to his wounds, his servant Reginald, who mysteriously just popped out of nowhere, came to his rescue.

“KILL THEM!” He commanded.

“Naturally, Master.” Reginald answered as he stood before Nero and transformed into a Fury - like Demon but, this time, this creature did not have the power of lightning. He raised his scaled arm, pointing his claw at the sky, and when he brought it down, the ground before him split, and fire erupted from it. He, then, vanished with a crimson blur, ready to kill Nero.

“YOU’RE NOT FAST ENOUGH!” Nero bellowed as he changed into his Devil form and matched the Flame Fury’s speed, successfully stopping Reginald with his pair of blue fist - like wings.

“WHAT FORM OF POWER IS THIS?!” Reginald howled in disbelief.

“Okay! Time to join in the fun!” Dante exclaimed as he made his way towards Pandemonium, only to be stopped by Fleminger’s gargoyle underlings. “What?! You again?! You just don’t know when to give up!” He raised his sword and pointed at them. “Okay, I’m gonna start with,…” his sword, then, landed on the Demon to his right. “… YOU!” He announced as he morphed into his Devil form and began fighting.

Fleminger was about to get up but, he fell down once more as he felt something strange within his whole body. He tried to use his power but, he failed.

“You are not perfect.” V informed him as he pointed the Yamato at him. “You could never wield Pandemonium’s power! And you would never achieve immortality!”

“I’LL KILL YOU ALL THE SAME!” Fleminger boomed as he got up and blindly charged at V, flailing his massive claws and destroying everything in his path. The poet easily dodged and evaded each and every erratic attack, all the while wounding the massive Demon in places to disable him. V made one last slash with the Yamato and wounded Fleminger on the stomach, making him fall. Until the very end, Pandemonium did not acknowledge him as its vessel.

Just when they thought that they finally defeated the Demon, it started squirming on the ground, his wounds radiating with a strange light as if something was trying to come out of them. And just when Nero dealt the final blow on Reginald and when Dante brought down the last gargoyle, the Master stood up, its eyes rapidly changing color as it started rampaging mindlessly about. Then, as it opened its mouth, a powerful light in the form of a crimson laser erupted from it, destroying the mansion before it.

It was the same laser that annihilated everything from the apocalyptic future that V just came, or escaped, from.

Pandemonium was trying to get out of Fleminger’s corrupted body but, it couldn’t.

V sensed this immediately as he prepared to finish it with the help of the Protector of The Present’s power. It must be destroyed, at all cost! Or else, the dark future would still occur, and he could not let that happen! Not now when Galatea entrusted the future of humanity to him!

However, the Aspect of The Future took hold of his mind once again, showing him bits of the future.

A book, a meteorite, a shower of destructive light,…

… an Angel,…

Cassandra showed him these things. And these things would occur in a few moments,…

The poet’s eyes widened as he snapped back from his reverie.

“We’ll end this!” Dante howled as he made his way towards the rampaging Demon.

“I’m with you!” Nero answered as he joined his uncle.

“STOP!”

Uncle and nephew alike halted, unnerved at V’s word.

“We can’t let that thing live!” Dante screamed at him as he raised his sword. “It will destroy everything!”

“ARE WE GONNA KILL THIS FUCKER, OR WHAT?!” Nero howled, his golden eyes seething with wrath.

V calmly went closer towards the rampaging Demon, placing himself between his family and it.

“Let me handle this.” The poet simply told them as he bowed down low. He, then, raised his left hand and snapped his fingers, summoning the golem. It fell down from the sky in the form of a meteor that destroyed everything beneath it.

But, instead of forming into the dark creature called Nightmare, it merely stayed in liquid state, its massive violet eye hovering above the ground, radiating a weak kind of light.

Cassandra showed him this, and she was right, as always.

V smirked as he took out his book - his beloved illustrated William Blake anthology. He opened it and started reading as the violet eye slowly regained form.

“The Angel that presided o'er my birth,” V began reading as the creature rapidly pulsated before him. “…said, ‘little creature, form’d of joy and mirth, go love without the help of any thing on Earth.’”

Meanwhile, back in the trailer, as V read the passage from the book, Shadow the feline familiar radiated with light, making her hover above the ground.

“W - what’s happening to that kitty?!” Nico stuttered nervously as she pointed at Shadow.

“Get away from her!” Trish commanded as she channeled her powers. “She might be dangerous!”

“Please, calm down.” Galatea firmly said as she remained unfazed on the sofa.

“What’s going on with her?!” Lady questioned her in panic.

“Vergil’s Nightmares would be,… no more,…” Galatea answered, still calm. “By the power of the Sisters of Fate, these Nightmares,…”

“SHALL BE CLEANSED!”

Dante and Nero looked all over the place, trying to find that familiar voice. And as the two men looked at the little orbs of light forming above V, seemingly bearing the metal cane that was forgotten on the Dreadnought, the three women inside the trailer looked in shock as the contract markings on (Y/N)’s right arm returned.

But, this time, the markings were not black and inky in appearance. The contract formed in beautiful swirls of shimmering gold and midnight blue. And as it was completed, it radiated with blue - colored currents on (Y/N)’s arm.

V smirked as he witnessed the orbs forming into one creature - a five foot - tall boy with skinny features. He had a pair of the most gorgeous midnight blue wings that glowed, and a golden horn protruding from the middle of his forehead.

Dante and Nero’s jaw dropped open as the creature spread both his wings and his arms, completing the transformation.

He opened his pair of golden eyes and smiled, showing them his jagged teeth and blue tongue.

“Aww, and ya honestly thought I’d be gone for good, eh, kids? SHAME ON YA FOR THINKIN’ THAT!” The boy quipped as he threw the metal cane at V, who caught it just in time as the boy pointed at him with a dark - nailed finger. “And, you! Such a high maintenance ya sure are! Have ye come to yer senses, eh Shakespeare?”

“I did not just come to my senses,” the poet answered like he was greeting an old friend. “… I have finally awakened from my mistakes.”

“Is that? Is t - that - ?!” Nero stuttered as he pointed at the boy, his eyes wide open.

“Damn! It’s the LITTLE CHICKEN!” Dante confirmed, still not able to believe his own eyes.

“MADE YA LOOK!” Griffon, now in his cleansed human form, answered as he turned at the rampaging Demon. He, then, spread his fingers, summoning a golden staff that looked like a lightning rod. Showing his jagged teeth through his wide smile, he pointed the rod at the sky and spread his wings. “FUCK YEAH!”

At those obscene words, Griffon was able to rain down multiple blasts of lightning from the sky that pierced through the Demon’s body like an endless barrage of silver bullets.

V opened his book once more and read another passage.

“I curse my stars in bitter grief,… and woe,… that made my love,… so high,… and me,… so low,…”

The violet eye that was hovering above the ground cracked like glass, letting a blinding form of light radiate from it.

A few seconds later, as the light subsided, all of them saw the golem’s cleansed form - a white - armored Angel that stood eight feet tall, with three pairs of wings made purely out of light and a golden halo atop his head. The Angel carried a huge, heavy - looking metallic staff that radiated with the same light as the Protector of The Present. And as the Demon fired another destructive laser, V’s most powerful familiar pointed its weapon at it, channeling its power and countering the attack with a laser of its own but, much more powerful. The Angel, that was once called Nightmare, easily overpowered the Demon, its laser of judgment coming down at it and melting its demonic exterior, exposing the human inside. V saw this and hastily made his move, charging at it with his metal cane and the Yamato raised high above his head.

Fleminger opened his eyes and saw the son of Sparda above him, about to end his life. The metal cane and the Yamato pierced through his heart, making his eyes open wide in total disbelief.

“I,… lost,… it seems,…” Fleminger whispered.

“Little wanderer,” V began. “… hie thee home.”

***

The three descendants of Sparda, all tired and filthy, made their way towards the fallen Dreadnought in the middle of the ruined city as Griffon, the not - little - chicken, flew above them.

“Make it fast, slowpokes!” He mocked with his obnoxious voice.

“Easy for you to say!” Nero retorted. “Just you wait! I don’t care if you’re a human or what! I’ll still pluck your feathers when I get my strength back!”

“Can we just make this fast?” Dante complained, heaving heavily with each and every step. “I’m beat! I just wanna take a rest.”

All four of them went directly towards the heart, which, apparently, stopped pulsating a long time ago. V touched it with a single hand and spoke to it.

“It’s okay now. You are free.”

At his words, the heart burst open, spilling blood and guts all over the place and making all of them even filthier than ever before. The girl inside was about to collapse when V caught her just in time. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.

“M - my s - sister?”

“She’s safe. The Pale Ones are gone. You can take a rest now.”

“Please,… take care,… of my sister,…”

V listened to her, taking her words and instilling them to his heart like an eternal vow. He, then, nodded.

“I will take care of her for as long as I exist,” he gave his honorable answer. “… I promise.”

The poor tortured girl smiled as she closed her eyes, finally taking her peaceful eternal rest, along with the souls of the other orphans that Fleminger’s ancestors enslaved for a hundred years.

***

🖤 Again, special thanks to @la-vita for the German dialogue and translations. 🖤

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🖤🖤🖤

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[thedyingmoon]

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An old Priest bravely came forward despite his trembling knees, holding up his crucifix in hopes of warding off the Demons.

“Sáncte Michael Archángele, defénde nos in proélio,…”

The enemies fell silent, looking at each other, confused of what’s going on. The priest took this as an opportunity to keep praying.

“Cóntra neqúitiam et insídias diáboli - ”

One by one, the enemies started laughing at his words, clearly not affected by his prayer.

With sweat running cold and courage slowly diminishing, the poor old Priest went on, “… ésto p - p - præsídium. Ímperet ílli Déus - ”

One of the Demons came forward and mockingly uttered the prayer with the frightened Priest. “… SÚPPLICES DEPRECÁMUR: TUQUE, PRÍNCEPS MILÍTIÆ CÆLÉSTIS -

"... SÁTANAM!" The Demons finished for him as they laughed and insulted.

The poor old Priest was about to lose all hope when, all of a sudden, the enemies abruptly stopped laughing. Little by little, the smiles on their horrendous faces vanished, to be replaced by expressions of either pain or depression.

Then, all of them stopped moving, frozen and rooted to the ground. This gave the Priest enough motivation to keep on praying.

"... súpplices deprecámur: tuque, prínceps milítiæ cæléstis, Sátanam aliósque spíritus malígnos," The Priest prayed with renewed courage as the Demons seemingly cowered before him and his crucifix. "... qui ad perditiónem animárum pervagántur in múndo, divína virtúte, in inférnum detrúde."

"Ámen!"

The people of the church looked behind them upon hearing the loud voice of an old woman who just finished the prayer. And when they saw three old nuns, one bearing a pail of water, and the other two wielding procession crosses, they couldn't help but chuckle and be worried at them at the same time.

"WWWAAAHHH!" Their leader, the one bearing the pail, howled like a warrior and charged straight at the Demons, almost tackling the old Priest on the way. She doused the nearby enemies with that suspicious water, and lo and behold, the fiends actually shrieked in pain as their hideous skin melted!

It was holy water!

"HHHOOOAAAHHH!" The other two nuns bearing the crosses then charged at the enemies, driving the pointed bejeweled things through the Demons' heart and successfully killing them.

The nun with the pail addressed the people as her two comrades did the "Demon Hunting".

"Tränkt die Dämonen in Weihwasser!" She said in instruction for the people to fetch themselves a pail of holy water. "Dann durchstoße sie mit diesem zeremoniellen Kreuz!" She, then, pointed at the two nuns who were still skewering some holy water - soaked Demons.

"Lasst uns diese gottlosen Dinge zurück in die feurigen Gruben der Hölle schlagen!" The old Priest, who was more than ready to fight the enemies, began howling. "ANGRIFF!"

As the people started working together, fetching procession crosses, or anything that's sharp, and pails of water from the back of the church and letting the old Priest bless them to "weaponize" them, Kyrie made her way towards the altar and leaned against the lectern. She closed her eyes and covered her mouth as tears began pouring out. She, then, removed the hand from her mouth and placed it against her belly.

She cried tears of happiness.

"We're saved." She whispered as she rubbed her belly, now with both hands. "Your daddy saved us. Nero,... saved us!"

Meanwhile, at the other side of the globe, Nico, Trish, and Lady were staring at Shadow the feline demon as she sat in front of them, seemingly guarding the human who was sitting on the sofa just behind her. The strange human girl, whose clothes were stained with blood, just glanced calmly at them, unmoving, emotionless,...

... and she was clutching at her mid - section as she healed it with her equally strange power.

"Uhh, so who are you again?" The tattooed woman carefully asked the stranger.

"You can call me Galatea." The girl answered.

"Hey, I thought that's (Y/N)?" Lady whispered to Trish, still wary of her movements as Shadow stared at them.

"Perhaps." Galatea answered for her, making them even more baffled.

"What do you mean by that?" Trish bravely asked her.

The Bearer of The Past smiled at her as she closed her eyes. "... we are connected,... by that one feeling. Her branches mixed with mine,... and our roots,... together joined."

Nico's jaw dropped open as she slowly nodded. She looked once more at the huge demonic cat as it remained vigilant on the floor. "I think,..." she began. "I know what kind of feeling you're talking about. Yeah. You and her are definitely the same."

Trish and Lady only nodded.

They were all thinking of the same thing.

The mystic words, the feline familiar, her languid eyes,...

Oh, damn! The three women thought simultaneously. She's just like V!

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🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

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XXVII

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By that time, the moon had already risen high above the night sky.

V and Dante cautiously made their way inside the mansion, looking for the man behind all the demonic attacks. Knowing the location of Fleminger's office by memory, the poet led the way, and when they finally opened the ornate wooden door, something made them stop right on their tracks.

The office, itself, looked as neat and as tidy as the first time he was there but, an awfully foul smell of rotten corpses combined with sulfur was wafting around the area. The scent was even more appalling than the Dreadnought's insides.

The brothers covered their noses in disgust.

"Big fancy room? Funky smell?" Dante spoke in a muffled voice. "Ugh! We're definitely in the right place! So, where's the boss?"

V did not answer. Instead, he glanced at the portraits of the pale people on the walls.

"Where could an intellectual man such as Fleminger hide a secret room?" The poet mused as he searched through (Y/N)'s memories in his mind like an archive of some sort. He may have gone back in time but, her memories still clung to him after being acknowledged by the Bearer of The Past. He knew (Y/N) have a clue. After all, she had the first hand experience with Fleminger's ancestors.

And as V searched for clues in his mind, Dante began moving objects around the room, looking for buttons, trapdoors, anything.

The poet was still thinking when his twin found the old record on the small table near the wall. Being Dante and all, he smirked, poking fun at it despite the situation.

"Eh? Who knew he still keeps an ancient thing around here?" The Legendary Devil Hunter stated as he played the record,...

"On the farm, every Friday.

On the farm, it's rabbit pie day,..."

"Huh, that's funny. Today's Friday! What are the odds,..." Dante said to himself as he placed his fingers on the fragile vinyl and started turning the record in the opposite direction.

"Nur, nur, nur, nur, tibbar nur, tibbar nur,

Nugs remraf eht soeg gnab, gnab, gnab, gnab,

Nur, nur, nur, tibbar nur, tibbar nur,

Nur, nur, nur, tibbar nur, tibbar nur,"

"Run, rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run,

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Goes the farmer's gun!"

"Hehe, that sounded awful. Sorry about that." Dante apologized as he let the record play normally.

As the music played, (Y/N)'s memories of a familiar scene flashed through V's mind. It was when the uptight woman made them dance to the tune of a broken melody that was being played on an old record,...

"Is this,... the same thing?" V questioned as he glanced down at the vintage mechanism, carefully touching it with his light fingers.

He searched through the memories once more, looking for more clues, until he finally arrived at the moment where (Y/N) actually saw the woman playing that thing on the record.

"Hey, Mr. Poetry, what are you doing?" Dante inquired as he saw V rummaging through the drawers in search of something.

"It must've survived the onslaught. Fleminger's grandmother must've brought it with her."

"The what?"

"That thing." V answered as he took out the oldest looking piece of record he could find. He stopped the music by raising the tone arm and pulling the cueing lever up. He then moved the tone arm over to the resting place and pressed the stop button.

Dante tapped his toes impatiently as the poet placed the old record on the platter of the player. Making sure that the speed was correct, V pressed play and raised the cueing lever. He aligned the tone arm with the record and dropped it carefully.

And as the first few notes of the sickly sweet music began, (Y/N)'s memories of Fleminger's grandmother flashed through his mind.

"Perfection is everything." He could almost hear her say in front of the dancing orphans. "There is no true beauty without worldly perfection. Eternal redemption is the reward for attaining worldly perfection. And those who could not achieve this perfection,... have no right to stand before the true god, Pandemonium."

"That sure looks graceful,..."

"I beg your pardon?"

V watched with wide eyes as Dante pointed at something behind him. He turned and saw, in utter horror, a ghost of a mutilated lady dancing to the tune of the sweet music in the middle of the room.

"Yeah, just perfect,..." the younger twin muttered in sarcasm as he watched the mutilated lady dance whilst parts of her flesh fall down from her rotting body to the floor.

"It is perfection."

"Excuse me?!"

"The Pale Ones wanted to achieve earthly perfection by creating girls such as this." V explained. "They wanted a perfect sacrifice for Pandemonium's vessel. And this girl happened to have failed on achieving perfection. Thus, she was doomed to dance for eternity like that."

"How did you even know that?"

V only smirked at Dante. "I just know things which others doesn't."

"Whatever."

The twins watched as the painful dance commenced and when the doomed dancer finally stopped, pointing at something behind them, the music also came to a close.

The two looked behind them to see a really large portrait of Fleminger's pale grandmother smiling sinisterly down at them. They, then, heard an ugly and wet - sounding thud against the floor. They looked back and noticed that the dancer's arm has fallen to the floor, its finger still pointed at the portrait. After that morbid display, the doomed dancer finally vanished into thin air.

"I don't ever wanna see that again." Dante monotonously uttered.

"Agree." V replied with the same tone. "So, we'll set her free. And the others."

"How do we do that?"

V glanced back at Fleminger's grandmother and grinned. "This woman knows how,..."

*

"Venit ergo Pandemonium. Venit ergo Pandemonium. Dona nobis virtutem tuam. Det nobis vitam aeternam. Venit ergo Pandemonium. Venit ergo Pandemonium,..."

The Pale Ones went on praying as Fleminger situated himself in the middle of the evil rune near the demonic idol. He closed his eyes, holding up his huge palms in front of the statue,...

"JACKPOT!" The Pale Ones heard a loud and distinct voice as the walls crumbled, revealing the Sparda twins.

"Jack,... pot." V muttered poetically, his image of the fearful Vergil giving him a weird vibe. "So, it is written."

"Honestly, are you really my brother?" The red twin asked as he summoned the Devil Sword Dante. "Because Vergil would never say that. Not in a million years."

"What's the harm in trying?" V answered humorously as he drew the Yamato in preparation for battle. "After all,... a truth that's told with bad intent,... beats all the lies,... you can invent."

Dante smirked at V's words as he drew his own weapon, ready and pumped up for the fight. "So, it is written! Or whatever that was!"

The Pale Ones removed their heavy robes as they transformed into gargoyle - like Demons with long sharp claws, twisted horns, and equally twisted teeth.

"Now, that suits you better!" Dante quipped as he fought against the Demons all by himself.

Meanwhile, V had another enemy to confront.

"My Lord," Fleminger clasped his hands as he put on his vulnerable look and pleaded. " ...it seems that you have gained your power."

"I did." The poet answered as he pointed the Yamato at him. "Now, set (S/N)'s soul free, along with others you enslaved for a hundred years, or I'll use my newly obtained power against you and your horde."

"You don't understand, my Lord! (S/N), and the rest of the orphans, we need them to defeat the Dreadnought! We need them to kill (Y/N) - "

"And summon Pandemonium through your chosen vessel?" V cut him off as he channelled his power to the Yamato. "(Y/N)'s sister would not like that now, would she?"

Fleminger grinned nervously as he realized that he had no other choices left. The Sons of Sparda already knew about the truth!

But, how?!

"Then, I'll be the vessel, AND NOT (S/N)!"

V watched as Fleminger touched the image of Pandemonium. It gave him massive power as it engulfed him with crimson light.

"What the hell?!" Dante muttered as the enemy transformed into a huge and hideous Demon with scales, three pairs of wings, and a pair of twisted horns. His form was too big that it took up most of the space.

"I WILL OBTAIN POWER,... AND IMMORTALITY!" Fleminger howled, his monstrous voice booming and deafening. "THERE IS NO NEED FOR PERFECTION! THERE IS NO NEED,... FOR A USELESS VESSEL! I WILL OBTAIN,... EVERYTHING! I WILL BECOME,... PANDEMONIUM!"

"THEN, FUCK YOU!"

The brothers turned just in time as they saw Kyrie Eleison coming out of the wall they just busted, glowing and soaring through the air. And riding it was none other than Nero, himself. The youth revved the vehicle and landed right at Fleminger's face, its spiky front wounding it, making his dark blood splatter on the ground as he howled in pain.

"Is that my son, or is he yours?" V innocently asked as he watched Nero drove Fleminger out of the room, making a new hole in the wall behind them. "Because, I'm very sure that we have no resemblance, at all. And he acts just like you."

Dante looked at him in surprise. "No resemblance, my ass! And how did you find out?"

"I told you." The elder brother answered as they followed the boy and the Demon outside. "I just know things,..."

Nero managed to throw Fleminger out using Kyrie Eleison, and as the massive Demon calling himself Pandemonium scrambled to his feet, unable to see due to his wounds, his servant Reginald, who mysteriously just popped out of nowhere, came to his rescue.

"KILL THEM!" He commanded.

"Naturally, Master." Reginald answered as he stood before Nero and transformed into a Fury - like Demon but, this time, this creature did not have the power of lightning. He raised his scaled arm, pointing his claw at the sky, and when he brought it down, the ground before him split, and fire erupted from it. He, then, vanished with a crimson blur, ready to kill Nero.

"YOU'RE NOT FAST ENOUGH!" Nero bellowed as he changed into his Devil form and matched the Flame Fury's speed, successfully stopping Reginald with his pair of blue fist - like wings.

"WHAT FORM OF POWER IS THIS?!" Reginald howled in disbelief.

"Okay! Time to join in the fun!" Dante exclaimed as he made his way towards Pandemonium, only to be stopped by Fleminger's gargoyle underlings. "What?! You again?! You just don't know when to give up!" He raised his sword and pointed at them. "Okay, I'm gonna start with,..." his sword, then, landed on the Demon to his right. "... YOU!" He announced as he morphed into his Devil form and began fighting.

Fleminger was about to get up but, he fell down once more as he felt something strange within his whole body. He tried to use his power but, he failed.

"You are not perfect." V informed him as he pointed the Yamato at him. "You could never wield Pandemonium's power! And you would never achieve immortality!"

"I'LL KILL YOU ALL THE SAME!" Fleminger boomed as he got up and blindly charged at V, flailing his massive claws and destroying everything in his path. The poet easily dodged and evaded each and every erratic attack, all the while wounding the massive Demon in places to disable him. V made one last slash with the Yamato and wounded Fleminger on the stomach, making him fall. Until the very end, Pandemonium did not acknowledge him as its vessel.

Just when they thought that they finally defeated the Demon, it started squirming on the ground, his wounds radiating with a strange light as if something was trying to come out of them. And just when Nero dealt the final blow on Reginald and when Dante brought down the last gargoyle, the Master stood up, its eyes rapidly changing color as it started rampaging mindlessly about. Then, as it opened its mouth, a powerful light in the form of a crimson laser erupted from it, destroying the mansion before it.

It was the same laser that annihilated everything from the apocalyptic future that V just came, or escaped, from.

Pandemonium was trying to get out of Fleminger's corrupted body but, it couldn't.

V sensed this immediately as he prepared to finish it with the help of the Protector of The Present's power. It must be destroyed, at all cost! Or else, the dark future would still occur, and he could not let that happen! Not now when Galatea entrusted the future of humanity to him!

However, the Aspect of The Future took hold of his mind once again, showing him bits of the future.

A book, a meteorite, a shower of destructive light,...

... an Angel,...

Cassandra showed him these things. And these things would occur in a few moments,...

The poet's eyes widened as he snapped back from his reverie.

"We'll end this!" Dante howled as he made his way towards the rampaging Demon.

"I'm with you!" Nero answered as he joined his uncle.

"STOP!"

Uncle and nephew alike halted, unnerved at V's word.

"We can't let that thing live!" Dante screamed at him as he raised his sword. "It will destroy everything!"

"ARE WE GONNA KILL THIS FUCKER, OR WHAT?!" Nero howled, his golden eyes seething with wrath.

V calmly went closer towards the rampaging Demon, placing himself between his family and it.

"Let me handle this." The poet simply told them as he bowed down low. He, then, raised his left hand and snapped his fingers, summoning the golem. It fell down from the sky in the form of a meteor that destroyed everything beneath it.

But, instead of forming into the dark creature called Nightmare, it merely stayed in liquid state, its massive violet eye hovering above the ground, radiating a weak kind of light.

Cassandra showed him this, and she was right, as always.

V smirked as he took out his book - his beloved illustrated William Blake anthology. He opened it and started reading as the violet eye slowly regained form.

"The Angel that presided o'er my birth," V began reading as the creature rapidly pulsated before him. "...said, 'little creature, form'd of joy and mirth, go love without the help of any thing on Earth.'"

Meanwhile, back in the trailer, as V read the passage from the book, Shadow the feline familiar radiated with light, making her hover above the ground.

"W - what's happening to that kitty?!" Nico stuttered nervously as she pointed at Shadow.

"Get away from her!" Trish commanded as she channeled her powers. "She might be dangerous!"

"Please, calm down." Galatea firmly said as she remained unfazed on the sofa.

"What's going on with her?!" Lady questioned her in panic.

"Vergil's Nightmares would be,... no more,..." Galatea answered, still calm. "By the power of the Sisters of Fate, these Nightmares,..."

"SHALL BE CLEANSED!"

Dante and Nero looked all over the place, trying to find that familiar voice. And as the two men looked at the little orbs of light forming above V, seemingly bearing the metal cane that was forgotten on the Dreadnought, the three women inside the trailer looked in shock as the contract markings on (Y/N)'s right arm returned.

But, this time, the markings were not black and inky in appearance. The contract formed in beautiful swirls of shimmering gold and midnight blue. And as it was completed, it radiated with blue - colored currents on (Y/N)'s arm.

V smirked as he witnessed the orbs forming into one creature - a five foot - tall boy with skinny features. He had a pair of the most gorgeous midnight blue wings that glowed, and a golden horn protruding from the middle of his forehead.

Dante and Nero's jaw dropped open as the creature spread both his wings and his arms, completing the transformation.

He opened his pair of golden eyes and smiled, showing them his jagged teeth and blue tongue.

"Aww, and ya honestly thought I'd be gone for good, eh, kids? SHAME ON YA FOR THINKIN' THAT!" The boy quipped as he threw the metal cane at V, who caught it just in time as the boy pointed at him with a dark - nailed finger. "And, you! Such a high maintenance ya sure are! Have ye come to yer senses, eh Shakespeare?"

"I did not just come to my senses," the poet answered like he was greeting an old friend. "... I have finally awakened from my mistakes."

"Is that? Is t - that - ?!" Nero stuttered as he pointed at the boy, his eyes wide open.

"Damn! It's the LITTLE CHICKEN!" Dante confirmed, still not able to believe his own eyes.

"MADE YA LOOK!" Griffon, now in his cleansed human form, answered as he turned at the rampaging Demon. He, then, spread his fingers, summoning a golden staff that looked like a lightning rod. Showing his jagged teeth through his wide smile, he pointed the rod at the sky and spread his wings. "FUCK YEAH!"

At those obscene words, Griffon was able to rain down multiple blasts of lightning from the sky that pierced through the Demon's body like an endless barrage of silver bullets.

V opened his book once more and read another passage.

"I curse my stars in bitter grief,... and woe,... that made my love,... so high,... and me,... so low,..."

The violet eye that was hovering above the ground cracked like glass, letting a blinding form of light radiate from it.

A few seconds later, as the light subsided, all of them saw the golem's cleansed form - a white - armored Angel that stood eight feet tall, with three pairs of wings made purely out of light and a golden halo atop his head. The Angel carried a huge, heavy - looking metallic staff that radiated with the same light as the Protector of The Present. And as the Demon fired another destructive laser, V's most powerful familiar pointed its weapon at it, channeling its power and countering the attack with a laser of its own but, much more powerful. The Angel, that was once called Nightmare, easily overpowered the Demon, its laser of judgment coming down at it and melting its demonic exterior, exposing the human inside. V saw this and hastily made his move, charging at it with his metal cane and the Yamato raised high above his head.

Fleminger opened his eyes and saw the son of Sparda above him, about to end his life. The metal cane and the Yamato pierced through his heart, making his eyes open wide in total disbelief.

"I,... lost,... it seems,..." Fleminger whispered.

"Little wanderer," V began. "... hie thee home."

***

~ A V X Reader set in an Alternate Universe wherein the world was finally saved! 👌👍👍

~ Again, special thanks to @la-vita for the German dialogue! 🖤

~ @heaven-on-a-landslide , @yepps , @krazy06 , @micaelagua , @sofia-micaela , @beyond-the-mirror , @vergils-daughter , @ehrzeth , @ceruleanworld , @gxthghoulfriend , @lessy86 , @simmy-ships , @diabeticsugarush , and @boundbysoul . 🖤

~ The Priest and his three old nuns: Charlie and his angels, German Version. 😂👍👍👌

~ Oh! And one more thing ( and I'm sure @krazy06 knows this ): I have a WIP of the humanized Griffon we just read! I've been planning this for a very long time and I'll post him when I finish him. What? Did you really think that Griffon will stay dead? Guys and gals, I may be a fan of Game Of Thrones but, I'm not George R. R. Martin! 😂

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The three descendants of Sparda, all tired and filthy, made their way towards the fallen Dreadnought in the middle of the ruined city as Griffon, the not - little - chicken, flew above them.

"Make it fast, slowpokes!" He mocked with his obnoxious voice.

"Easy for you to say!" Nero retorted. "Just you wait! I don't care if you're a human or what! I'll still pluck your feathers when I get my strength back!"

"Can we just make this fast?" Dante complained, heaving heavily with each and every step. "I'm beat! I just wanna take a rest."

All four of them went directly towards the heart, which, apparently, stopped pulsating a long time ago. V touched it with a single hand and spoke to it.

"It's okay now. You are free."

At his words, the heart burst open, spilling blood and guts all over the place and making all of them even filthier than ever before. The girl inside was about to collapse when V caught her just in time. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.

"M - my s - sister?"

"She's safe. The Pale Ones are gone. You can take a rest now."

"Please,... take care,... of my sister,..."

V listened to her, taking her words and instilling them to his heart like an eternal vow. He, then, nodded.

"I will take care of her for as long as I exist," he gave his honorable answer. "... I promise."

The poor tortured girl smiled as she closed her eyes, finally taking her peaceful eternal rest, along with the souls of the other orphans that Fleminger's ancestors enslaved for a hundred years.

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🖤🖤🖤

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[altebahnen]

SOEG - Doppelausfahrt im Bhf Bertsdorf