The Night His Remains were Destroyed

by HellsingGuardDog2468

This is a symbolic depiction of how Vergil destroyed his human side. Just about every movement, word and decision the characters make has a meaning behind it, all of which lead to the one fateful choice. This is rated M and is filled with triggers. Do not read if subjects of domestic abuse in any and every form bothers you. Please heed my warning. Page 2 is extremely graphic.

1. Prologue

•𖣔•Prologue•𖣔•

On the sleek, dark, hardwood floor, a glass dove laid with it's wing broken on the ground. It was a clean break, just at the base. Both shadows of V and Vergil loomed over the scene, Vergil being the first to speak, "It was an accident." V's shadows swayed a bit, "It's alright, accidents happen." None moved to pick it up, but both just stared down at the scene. Vergil, being the first to move, put his arm around V's waist and pulled him closer, "At least you forgive me, I know it was a gift, but we all know things break in time." V replied by leaning his head against his husband, "That is correct, everything breaks at some point."