DMC Seven Minutes in Heaven VergilMore Like This
"Hey, come up here real quick, I think you should play the game too." Without giving you a chance to decline, Nero grabbed your hand and pulled you to the center of the old abandoned ballroom. "Go ahead and pick an item from the table, any item. Just make sure you choose carefully because there aren't any do-overs in this game."
“Right.” You looked down at the items spread across the old wooden table. None of the items placed before you were really all that appealing to you, so you just chose one at random. "I pick this one." You picked up a rather thick cloth smeared with an unknown substance. "Wait, maybe not, what is this stuff?"
"It's oil, and probably a bit of blood as well." Vergil took the cloth from your hand and stuffed it into his back pocket. "I use that to clean my sword after I fight. If I don't, my sword will rust, and I'll be left without a weapon."
"You know, I didn't really think this out too well. I don't know where
DMC Seven Minutes in Heaven DanteMore Like This
“So, for the next player, I pick you, since you seem really uninterested in playing.” Nero walked up to you, gave you a little bow and took your hand. “Follow me please miss.” He took you to the center of the room where all the different items were spread across a large table. “You see anything you like?”
You looked over the items placed on the table. None of them were necessary appealing to you, but you recognized one of the items very well. A slice of cold peperoni pizza. “How, old is that pizza? Is it still edible?”
“Of course it's edible, pizza's always edible.” Dante walked over to you and held the pizza to your lips. “We can share if you want.” He smiled as you took a bite of the slice. “See I told you it was still good.”
“Alright, guess that means she picked your item, since she's eating it. Let's get you two into the closet.” Nero walked over to the small
Misery's GardenMisery's Garden:More Like This
Through the cold ice we trekked, the Reaper and I.
His face an ever-shifting grin, oscillating between joy and malice...
With quick, light-footed steps, he lead me to a warm green meadow.
A small hut in the distance, a little garden beside.
Where a hunchbacked man, covered in boils and open wounds;
Bearing a crooked jaw and gnarled hands, tilled the earth.
"Egh yew ooh wha gu wan!"
I was so startled by the hunchback's sudden outburst,
That I jumped and gripped the Reaper's cloak in fright,
Yet as soon as he had seen me, the hunchback's eyes glazed over;
He appeared to forget about our presence...
I had to admit, I was very curious
And I wished to move in close so I could inspect him.
Reaching out with my hand to clasp his own;
I was assailed by horrid visions.
In one instance I was a collector of night soil,
Abuse hurled at me like stones and I the accepting target.
For to speak was to open this torn mouth of mine
And that would merely draw a mocki