29th of Summer, 513 AV
With night approaching, the women were being rounded up by their female attendants, their steps routine with most waddling from the weight of their swollen bellies. One female in particular was prone to stress and nightmares, at times waking the others with her screams and so, Swyph followed her into the chamber. Filing into their rooms obediently, the surrogates quietly disappeared, leaving Vergil alone in the Nest. Typically, few incidents requiring his attention occurred in the night, but he remained to take advantage of the elegant facilities. Lowering on to a couch, he reached for the modest journal tucked away in his bag, intent on reviewing the notes from his visit to the Cribellum just days before. Easing into the cushy upholstery, he began to read beneath the warm light when a sound caught his ear. In no time, a quiet thump signalled the entry of a male Symenestra, who quickly scanned the common area to find Vergil.
"You, come with me. You're Swyph's apprentice correct?" Collected, he nodded, already packing his notebook away.
Arriving at the Place of Purging, Vergil matched the hurried steps of his guide as they headed toward the surrogate wing. With each closing step, the faint screams grew in volume until they reached a locked chamber door. As he watched the male fumble with the lock, he briefly questioned the lack of guards in the area before answering himself: they were inside. Two in particular were restraining a female as she writhed and twisted on the bed, screaming through the gag that was shoved unceremoniously into her mouth by one of the assistants. Aside from the angry flush of her skin, he could see no reason why she was brought to the infirmary until a white band caught his eye. A bandage was wrapped around her wrist, staining with blood as she struggled against the guards. Irritated by the noise, Vergil wished to make quick work and immediately approached a medic, a human one in fact. So this is that healer. Though he would prefer speaking with a Symenestra, the man seemed to be the only one in the room holding the most relevant authority.
"Why have you interrupted my work with this? The sedatives do just fine in handling cases like her." His tone was tinged with irritation as he glared, crimson gaze intolerant.
With night approaching, the women were being rounded up by their female attendants, their steps routine with most waddling from the weight of their swollen bellies. One female in particular was prone to stress and nightmares, at times waking the others with her screams and so, Swyph followed her into the chamber. Filing into their rooms obediently, the surrogates quietly disappeared, leaving Vergil alone in the Nest. Typically, few incidents requiring his attention occurred in the night, but he remained to take advantage of the elegant facilities. Lowering on to a couch, he reached for the modest journal tucked away in his bag, intent on reviewing the notes from his visit to the Cribellum just days before. Easing into the cushy upholstery, he began to read beneath the warm light when a sound caught his ear. In no time, a quiet thump signalled the entry of a male Symenestra, who quickly scanned the common area to find Vergil.
"You, come with me. You're Swyph's apprentice correct?" Collected, he nodded, already packing his notebook away.
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Arriving at the Place of Purging, Vergil matched the hurried steps of his guide as they headed toward the surrogate wing. With each closing step, the faint screams grew in volume until they reached a locked chamber door. As he watched the male fumble with the lock, he briefly questioned the lack of guards in the area before answering himself: they were inside. Two in particular were restraining a female as she writhed and twisted on the bed, screaming through the gag that was shoved unceremoniously into her mouth by one of the assistants. Aside from the angry flush of her skin, he could see no reason why she was brought to the infirmary until a white band caught his eye. A bandage was wrapped around her wrist, staining with blood as she struggled against the guards. Irritated by the noise, Vergil wished to make quick work and immediately approached a medic, a human one in fact. So this is that healer. Though he would prefer speaking with a Symenestra, the man seemed to be the only one in the room holding the most relevant authority.
"Why have you interrupted my work with this? The sedatives do just fine in handling cases like her." His tone was tinged with irritation as he glared, crimson gaze intolerant.
