there was torment in this one’s mind. something that even the most skillful of creatures could not mend. it’d be quite a game to see him crumble beneath the very pressure of Hades’ existence. however, he would wait.
“What do you call yourself, boy?”
“–Indeed." Is this d e a t h another form of this Chaos being, the one who has taken to s h r i e k i n g hellishly in this cranium? The Harbinger, or something like that. Would his own purpose now be to… Or is he already d e a d? That would certainly explain it. ”…I was Vincent Valentine. I…don’t know if I still…am.“