Blue Like The Moonlight
That's one of many unacceptable things his sky high ego utterly refused.
The graphics in the game were just too realistic, and Uriel wholeheartedly admitted it now, putting his difficult nature to the side for just a rare moment. From the slits in the skin, the blood gushing out of the wounds, the pain- it was too hyper realistic. Way too realistic. It made his skin crawl, his virtual skin, that is. The mere thought of his virtual skin crawling made his skin crawl - a seldom ceasing paradox. He laid there, quivering, as he allowed all war-like flashbacks to invade his cognisance. No wonder this game is eighteen and over, Uriel pondered. As you may have figured, V is Uriel, Uriel is V; though
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