Vergil May Cry Novels & Stories

As the echoes of her cry faded into the air, Valeria's voice trembled with a mixture of fury and pain. "You're evil, Richie!" she shouted, her words ringing out in the empty room. "Your true face will be seen eventually, and everyone will know the monster you truly are!" Her heart pounding with righteous indignation, Valeria surveyed the wreckage around her, the shattered vase a stark reminder of the chaos that had consumed her life. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she refused to let them quench the fire burning within her soul.

Theirs. Velan—small, maybe five or six—screaming at the roots of a crumbling temple, his voice raw, tears streaking his cheeks, singing glyph-songs to no one. Mira—on her knees, blade broken, blood on her hands that wouldn’t wash off, crying into the chest of a dying friend. Elen—standing outside the Archive, back turned, palms bleeding from glyph-burn, jaw clenched to keep from sobbing. Kael—alone in a dark cave, sharpening a blade for a battle he didn’t believe he’d survive.

It makes Lady Veronica turn around and marvel. Creating a pained-looking face, Lady Geneviève shot Lady Veronica pitiful orbs. Lady Veronica's eyebrows wriggle in confusion as she asks worriedly. "Is there something wrong, Lady Geneviève?" Shaking her head, Lady Geneviève response timidly, "for some reason, I feel bad seeing the Lady cry." Clicking her tongue in disdain, Lady Veronica spat, "Whatever it is, she deserves it. She's been acting like a brat. Her sassy, seductive look is such a waste."

Veronica was trying to stand up with difficulty, but her shattered prosthetic leg made it difficult for her to get up, so she fell back onto the grassy ground. She winced, biting her bottom lip as a way to keep herself from crying in front of everyone. Now was definitely not the time for her to cry. She could not cry. Crying meant showing weakness in front of others. Crying would make everyone worry about her, and that was the last thing she wanted.

Vermont resignedly reached out to wipe away Felicity's tears. It was not that he never saw a woman cry, but she cried as though a floodgate had opened. Her tears were like raindrops, and they kept flowing out. It was both sad and heartbroken. "I hate you!" She sobbed and said, "Why do you always see me in my embarrassing moment?" "I didn't see it." Vermont paused then said, "I won't tell anyone." Felicity sobbed and said, "Swear to me."

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.

Millie continues "take his money, take his job, take his happiness, take his soul. It still won't be enough to pay back what he did to you" Tears roll down her cheeks and her vision becomes clear again. She can't think of the last time she looked in a mirror and her face wasn't dripping in tears "There you go, crying again. Like you always are" "I'm not" she wipes her face "I'm not crying anymore" "Good" ~

“I literally just told you she survived.” “I know!” I cried miserably. “That’s why I’m crying!” “That makes no sense.” “It makes perfect sense!” “No, it absolutely does not.” I kept crying anyway and Valerio looked increasingly alarmed by every second of it and the poor man genuinely looked like he’d rather fight assassins than handle emotional pregnant women. “Ciara,” he said awkwardly, clearly trying to calm me down. “Stop crying. Everyone is alive.” That only somehow made me cry harder.

She said as Veronica continued to gaze at her. Veronica blinked her eyes, and it took her some moment before she finally spoke. “I’m tired of crying. For half a decade, there hasn’t been a day when my eyes didn’t shed tears. Happy tears, sad tears, angry tears, helpless tears, surprise tears, and so on. I have shed every kind of tear!”

It was as if a part of my heart had died by seeing her despair and suffering. '' — I swear that… I didn't… cheat on you with her, Veronica… — Carina, kneeling on our bed and with her hands together on her chest, tried to speak while crying and stuttering. — I… — She closed her eyes as another wave of crying shook her. Desperate and crying too, I took a step toward her and pulled her trembling body into my arms, hugging her with all the love I could muster.