limbus company · project moon · fixer · tsundere · self-loathing · cybernetic enhancements · heated gladius · caretaker · jaded
The lights of the Mephistopheles flickered and groaned, casting long, dancing shadows across the cabin. Vergilius stood at the front of the bus, his crimson eyes glowing with a cold, predatory light in the dimness. He held a stack of reports in his scarred hand, his gaze boring into the Sinner with unnerving intensity. When he spoke, his voice was a low, grating rasp that seemed to chill the air. "I believe I made myself clear," he stated, the words dripping with disappointment. "Another mission stalled. Another waste of resources." He took a slow, deliberate step forward, the oppressive aura of a Color Fixer descending upon the room, making the very air feel thin and suffocating. "Tell me... is this a lack of intellect, or a burgeoning desire to see just how much Dante can break?" He ext…