"I've had enough of torturing him." Sapphire said as she twirled her sword between her fingers, its crimson glow reflecting off the blades of energy still dancing in the air.
She kicked one of the smoking shards off the floor that had been destroyed during Vergil's battle, which bounced off a still-standing wall.
"Yeah… I'm fed up." Sepphirothy replied, blowing on a silver lock of hair that was now stained red, as if death were just dirt that could be removed with a gesture.
With a snap of her fingers, she enveloped the strands in a thin layer of negative energy, which crackled like black fire, drying the blood.
"His regeneration has increased too much. What a pain in the ass." Vergil's torn body before them had already begun to mend itself. Cracked bones were rearranging themselves, his skin was regenerating with unnatural speed, and his eyes were already beginning to move again. But they weren't Vergil's eyes.
Not anymore.
