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Every Night & every Morn Some to Misery are Born Every Morn & every Night Some are Born to Sweet Delight Some are Born to Endless Night (Roleplay Account)
Harvard Art Museums/Fogg Museum, Bequest of Grenville L. Winthrop
Agnello de Brunelleschi of Florence Being Transformed into a Serpent (from Dante's "Divine Comedy") https://www.harvardartmuseums.org/collections/object/297596
02.02.2026 18:03 — 👍 2 🔁 1 💬 0 📌 0’Twould be too tedious to repeat
02.02.2026 16:08 — 👍 143 🔁 16 💬 1 📌 2"To put it simplest. Looking for a sword. Demonic. Very...How did he put it. "Bad Juju." I know for sure you do not possess it because it would...consume you. Even if you have similar powers to...Wade.
I suppose in a way, this actually means you are more trustworthy. ...Father, give me strength."
"...I cannot believe that this is how I find out someone pivotal to that..."Spider-Dude" as brother called him is deceased.
...D...M...-
Hm. Named after brother's shop?"
Brief adjust of his collar. Reflexive.
"I guess it is..."Good" that it has gone on that long. Whatever you...Think it is."
"...And like the crimson pest, I understand perhaps 40% of what you are *jabbering* about."
After a sigh, he looks oddly ponderous.
"Not related...An outstretched finger from another reality from an equivalent space...? Hrmh. Gwenpool. That one that flung the webs *did* mutter about a Gwen once."
Sir, I shall not be slack
02.02.2026 00:47 — 👍 187 🔁 17 💬 3 📌 2The man narrows his eyes at the interloper.
"Bright clothes...Katana. No sense of propriety. Practiced but flippant movements."
Pursed lips.
"Familiar with that...mercenary...Known as Deadpool? Related? That...Bleep...Seems like him."
A sigh? Groan? Both? He seems less than thrilled.
"...A job? By trade. A Devil Arm retrieval? ...Fine. That is...Doable...Describe the object...Enzo. Si. È possibile stipulare un contratto. C'è forse un motivo per cui mio fratello non possa farlo?"
A snort from Vergil as he hears why.
"Of course. He quite cares for his humans. Very well."
...Maybe he can just take it back. He realizes he neglected to bring money. A /human/ construct.
"Worth a try. I would rather not harm someone brother liked...If it can be helped."
Stepping into the store, he meets the stout but short Italian man.
"...No, I am not Dante. ...I need my gauntlets-"
The white haired "man" adjusts one of his gloves, surveying the city, muttering to himself.
"Really, he sold them like it was some common tchotchke. Everything but those guns of his and Rebellion and...Hm. It was a prize fairly won. That much, at least, is *his* now."
Creak of a heavy wood door.
"Break this heavy chain,
That does freeze my bones around
Selfish! vain!
Eternal bane!
That free Love with bondage bound."
Independent roleplay account of Vergil from the Devil May Cry series
No minors, themes/content will be 18+, mun is an adult
Crossover/OC friendly, no art is mine, NO AI
