comment log with vergil

[suitcaseofnails]

It was late out when Elendira went to see a man about a ritual bloodletting. He'd always found the various religious texts left over from the Big Fall as being lackluster and sketchy - speaking of a God in general terms and of demons never made much sense to someone who was a demon to many that faced him. Hearing that he was one due to demonic influences was rather intriguing and Elendira wanted to see more of this in practice. Besides, this will help in getting rid of an annoyance.

He took the elevator to the top floor and rang the doorbell for the penthouse, fussing with his lipstick while he waited for a reply. This was going to be such an interesting little trip, he just knew it.

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[devilingenuity.livejournal.com]

There was seemingly no reason or rhyme between absolutely anything Vergil was doing or saying. He was acting out with uncharacteristic playfulness on the network, and was frankly enjoying every last minute of it. It was throwing them off just enough, in his opinion, but after the revelation of true comparison between he and the effeminate male he was preparing for, Vergil was beginning to waiver in his vigilant antagonism of the citizens in light of possibly finding a new venue of operation.

The door was pulled open to the familiar face of Elendira, and he slid to the side and gestured for the man to know he was welcome in at any point. "Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice."

[suitcaseofnails]

The Network was never to be trusted, although Elendira loved the way perfectly innocent words could be used against some of the more sillier members of the City. It would be interesting at how Vergil will react now that Elendira had laid most of his cards on the table. Knives never made it a secret as to what he wanted to do to humans, even though he considered his army as being too human for any real comradely.

Smiling at Vergil, he stepped inside, snapping his compact closed and tucking it away. "Oh I don't mind, darling. I wasn't doing much but watching the fur fly."

[devilingenuity.livejournal.com]

"Oh?" Vergil asked, closing the door behind his company, and turning to walk to the center of the main room that was cleared of furniture, and replaced with what was very akin to a literal murder scene, minus the body. Blood was splashed across the floor, with patterns not unlike what he had been drawing during the paranoia curse with his own blood draw on the windows and across certain points on the floor.

"I hope you'll forgive the mess."

[suitcaseofnails]

"Mmhmm, it's ever so nice to see one's enemies tear each other apart just by being themselves," he said, giving a flick of his wrist to dismiss what was happening online with the Stampede and Co. Following Vergil, he stopped just before the blood splatters, raising an eyebrow at the liberal coating of blood everywhere. Not that Elendira was against blood - being an assassin of the highest caliber - but he didn't want to walk on something important and ruin the design.

"Oh perfectly understandable. I suppose it's the maid's day off?"