Vergil moved at a leisurely pace, each step he took was precise, casting shadows beneath his boots.
He began a low hum, a melody that had no name and was only meant to fill the void in his chest. A reminder that he still remained.
Alive to say the least.
Through the branches that swayed slightly from the breeze, the melody took flight. Slipping between the tree branches, yet no birds answered.
His new arm moved stiffly at his right side, humming with a strange energy. It was still strange to him, he had only come to understand through endless repetition. Six months of agony and pain.
Half a year of sleepless nights just to become one.
His arm wasn't merely an extension of his physical body anymore. It was a part of him. A cruel yet beautiful creation, forged from his mother's love and body.
