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[There's a long pause before Vergil speaks, and when he does, it's full of snide disapproval.]

How absolutely underhanded of you. Perhaps not an entire lie, but enough of one to save your own skin. Pathetic.

Tendering my resignation. I won't be a part of something so dishonorable as this.

So many, even after the supposed perpetrator has been identified ( Read more... )

Réquiem ætérnam dona eis, Dómine, et lux perpétua lúceat eis?

Cute. But we all had a gut feeling it was leading up to something like this, didn't we?

Dante. You shaggy sheepdog of a disgusting disappointment. Where are you.

Lady. I suggest you speak up as well.

Dead:Dean Winchester (Well. No real loss there ( Read more... )

[Just a quick shot of three candy hearts, laid out upon a table to spell "VERGIL + LADY + DANTE + VERGIL". The colors range blue, to green, to pink, and they look rather innocent, just sitting there.

And Vergil doesn't even sound angry. Gosh darnit, he's actually laughing over this. Because really, it's hysterical. Even he can't deny that.] ( Read more... )

[There, over a small campfire that's burned low, sits a pretty nondescript pot. The same pot, in fact, viewers might remember from the time Vergil decided to slice his own arm up and boil down to the bones in. Yet it looks rather innocuous where it sits, bubbling sluggishly, steam rising from it in a light mist.

And there's Vergil, having stolen ( Read more... )

[There's a smugness in Vergil's voice, despite the clipped nature of the message.]

That takes care of that.

[Silence. And then at horribly loud decibles...]

DANTE.

Front and center, you braindead retard. You and I need to have a little chat about personal spaceAs for the rest of this nonsense, I no more trust these new gods anymore than the last, and I, for one, deny their divinity. I have more such credence in my little finger than they shall ever ( Read more... )

[The feed cuts on and for several seconds there's a staticy silence. When Vergil finally speaks, his voice has a playful bounce to it, as though all of the chaos amuses him. And it probably does.]Let's see here. First we have the explosions and that floating plate threatening to smash us all flatter than the proverbial pancake. Then, lo and ( Read more... )

The philosophy of our age raises the natural intellect into independent objectivity, and gives it judicial power, she exempts it from any superior authority, she makes it voluntary, converting it into divinity by closing all harmony and communication with God; and this god Reason, which has no other law but its own, is to govern Man and make him ( Read more... )