Madonna Lily
She sang an remarkably: he wanted to drink her voice and look on her bright figure of eternity, he wanted to get out of the shadows and come as close as possible, he wanted to look at her face and understand what she thinking at that moment.
It is impossible.
Only Nero could go up to her.
And no matter that Nero - it's he, but this face...
He could not have imagined that to love is not easy: to love and to know she loves not him - she loves his mask.
But who can determine where is now the boundary between past and present?
Sometimes it seemed he-Vergil is no more, and sometimes it seemed he-Nero never existed.
Once again! No matter!
The problem was in double guise, and she... She loved only one of his guises, and she did not know about the other.
But - even worse - he did not even know what he wanted. He was confused. He did not know which of his guises closer to him.
There are not two masks - there are two faces.
Therefore Vergil listen her voices in the darkness, and Nero - in the lighted hall.
They both loved her and they both were happy and unhappy at the same time.
And always Nero smiled slightly when Kyrie received a bouquet of lilies.
- Who sends these flowers? - Always ask the girl.
And Nero always replied quietly:
- Just take it and forget.
Yes and no - at the same time.
Because he did not know the answer to this question himself.