Vergil brought a hand to his temple the instant Niddrog's voice tore through his head.
That had not been ordinary communication, nor telepathy deliberately directed at him. The sensation was far more invasive, as though the dragon's mental roar already existed inside some newly opened layer of his own soul and had simply found a path to emerge.
He could still feel the new energy absorbed from the spawn circulating beneath his skin, mixed with his demonic power and the primordial energy Qliphoth was trying to refine.
The problem was that, at that moment, part of that same energy seemed to be responding directly to Niddrog.
"Qliphoth," he called quickly, frowning as another growl reverberated through his consciousness. "Why the fuck am I hearing that crazy woman screaming?"
Qliphoth did not answer immediately.
Vergil felt the mistake before she could explain.
Absolutely monstrous pain exploded inside his head.
It did not begin as a sharp ache and gradually increase.
