Chapter 4: An unforgettable night

Chapter 1: An unforgettable night "So beautiful..."

He heard a soft voice that made him wake up... Opening his eyes, he realized it was in vain... Nothing before him but an unprecedented void...

"Beautiful like the fruit of good and evil..."

The voices were different, as clear as the sun, as sweet as a melody played by a goddess... yet at the same time, it seemed like just a grand trap... two women? He didn't even know what to think...

"I want him for myself..."

A third voice emerged, as lovely as the other two, and some sounds echoed as he felt one of the women's hands moving where his stomach should be; at least he could clearly feel the hands tracing his body.

"Who?" he questioned, trying to orient himself, forcing his mind to remember how he ended up there, and a voice whispered again.

"I can give you everything you want... you just have to accept, darling."

Before he could even think about what it was, he felt his body heavy and an insane headache.

The young man's eyes slowly began to open, seeing that familiar ceiling he remembered so well... Still sleepy, he turned to the side to look at the computer set up on a desk not far from his bed.

"Damn... what the hell happened?" he said as he got up from the bed, his face completely marked by how he had slept.

The first action?

He put his hand on his head, which, by the way, hurt like hell.

"What the hell kind of dream was that," he muttered first, then looked at the time on the desk by the computer.

"It's still early," he grumbled; it was around six in the morning on a Monday. And honestly, he didn't want to exist.

"What the hell happened yesterday?" he asked himself, trying to remember how or what had happened, but it was like a complete blank that he couldn't recall, absolutely nothing. He really tried to dig into his memory, but no matter how hard he tried, "Nothing..."

He looked around.

The familiar walls, the furniture he recognized, everything indicated he was back to his everyday life. Yet the agitation from the dream still reverberated within him, leaving a lingering sense of unease.

"All of it... what the hell kind of dream was that?" he thought aloud, seeing even the scratch mark on the headboard of his bed. His heart was still racing.

He got up and walked to the bathroom in his room.

Looking into the mirror, he saw a young, pale face reflected back at him.

His eyes were a bit clouded but still blue, tinged with a light gray. Faint worry lines were beginning to form on his forehead, contrasting with the calm expression he tried to maintain.

His grayish-white hair fell messily around his face, as if he had just woken up from a restless sleep. His cheekbones were slightly flushed, perhaps from the heat of the moment or the shock of what he had just experienced.

"Everything looks fine here..." he murmured, checking to see if anything had happened to his body, which ached excruciatingly, and his head still throbbed with pain. "Damn..." he complained again.

"Yesterday... Yesterday... Yesterday... Oh... that's right, I went to the movies last night to see that guy with two swords who wears red... and then where did I go?... "

He wanted to form some kind of timeline, a chronology in his mind, but nothing came to mind.

"Come on, Vergil... remember..."

"Ah... it's no use."

Vergil spent a while longer staring at his face in the mirror,


[2:01 AM: Harry Marcon: Crazy night! What happened to you?]

[2:04 AM: Harry Marcon: Damn, you did well! How did it go with those girls?]

[3:35 AM: Harry Marcon: Vergil? Did you get home?]

[4:20 AM: Harry Marcon: Hey, you idiot, where are you??]

[5:35 AM: Harry Marcon: I'm calling your mom, and you can deal with her later!]

[5:40 AM: Harry Marcon: DAMN! Don't scare me like that, you asshole!]

"So he knows what happened... 'those girls'... What does he mean?" Vergil wondered as he prepared to send a message...

[6:10 AM: V: We need to talk... I don't remember anything!]

He sent the message as he got ready to take a shower. He hurried because... well, he had to go to engineering school...

Not that he wanted to; he just did it because he got a scholarship.

The shower was quick, to the point where one might question if it was really a shower or just a quick rinse.

The moment he stepped out of the shower, still in a towel, his phone started ringing incessantly.

"What the hell is this?" He thought as he picked up the phone [Call from Harry].

"Talk," he said as he answered.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T REMEMBER LAST NIGHT??!!" The voice was so loud that he almost dropped the phone.

"Keep your voice down, you animal. What happened last night?" Vergil asked, still trying to understand.

"What do you mean, 'what happened last night'? Damn, you hit the jackpot without even playing! How do you not remember?" Harry asked, completely incredulous.

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