& ( swordstorm ) ;;
( DARKSLAYER ; ) yamato’s punishment was dealt swiftly and bereft of hesitation upon the vermin that crawled in the foulest reaches of the underworld, the yamato’s blade nigh screaming as it cut the very air in twain with the sheer force of his arm-movement. artistic and unparalleled in his bladework, yet another fallen carcass faded into shadow-matter at his feet as a resolute expression graced the cambion’s noble, alabastrine features. damnation’s bane was this frost-haired swordsman who had vowed to reach the human world once again, even if he had to crawl out on hands & knees ( which was decidedly beneath his stature, but his life mattered much more. )
the caves quaked and rumbled with mundus’ anger at his prisoner’s escape. alas, he did not have too much time left, already slightly weakened with the strength it had taken to free himself from his bonds. vergil needed to make good on the promise of escape soon, otherwise, a certain doom would befall the blue devil and he would be forced to remain swathed in darkness’ grasp forevermore.
‘ …tch. ’