[Everything feels as real as it should. The give of the muscle, the way the warm blood coats his hand. Weapons like him did the job almost mindlessly, with no enjoyment involved. But here, there's something so tangible in the way it feels that he almost catches his own sigh of satisfaction bubbling up in his throat.]
[But then he hears it.]
[Je t'aime..]
[And just like that, as the words ring through his head like Lobelia was up to another one of his audiomancy tricks, the man reappears. A wonderful magic trick.]
[Vergilius finds a horrid hatred for wizards he never knew he could feel before. He moves up to his feet, staggering over almost like a zombie.]
[Je t'aime.Je t'aime.Je t'aime.]
[Lobelia doesn't even really get a chance to breathe before he slams a fist to knock him to the ground again, cracking ribs from the blow. And almost instantly, that new anger floods his system, hot and burning and threatening to eat him up from the inside.]
cw: gore, violence
[Everything feels as real as it should. The give of the muscle, the way the warm blood coats his hand. Weapons like him did the job almost mindlessly, with no enjoyment involved. But here, there's something so tangible in the way it feels that he almost catches his own sigh of satisfaction bubbling up in his throat.]
[But then he hears it.]
[Je t'aime..]
[And just like that, as the words ring through his head like Lobelia was up to another one of his audiomancy tricks, the man reappears. A wonderful magic trick.]
[Vergilius finds a horrid hatred for wizards he never knew he could feel before. He moves up to his feet, staggering over almost like a zombie.]
[Je t'aime. Je t'aime. Je t'aime.]
[Lobelia doesn't even really get a chance to breathe before he slams a fist to knock him to the ground again, cracking ribs from the blow. And almost instantly, that new anger floods his system, hot and burning and threatening to eat him up from the inside.]