Recovery and Recuperation for the Damaged Heart and the Damaged Soul [PRIVATE]

"Don't go... don't go don't go don't go! Neoveta you can't do this to me! You just can't! I want you, no, I need you! You can't die on me!"

The beliefs of khalaists were that death was a normal thing, something that should be embraced. Not something that should be feared... but Belle? She was scared, horrified, batshit crazy over losing someone she loved so dearly. Screw that stupid religion, screw Mana, screw everyone, Neoveta was dying, she was going to leave here, forever. Neoveta... the one thing that made Belle feel whole, the one thing that kept her hunger for love, attention, and her lust for another in check... it's leaving. Gone. Goodbye. She couldn't do enough, she couldn't save her, she wasn't strong enough, she nearly killed herself for nothing! So useless, so despicable! Why?! Why couldn't Belle have been made a demon of life or demon of revival, something that could bring Neoveta back!?

She was too weak now to do anything, She looked frail, thin, and oh so pale. Any beauty she used to have seemed to fade as her cheeks sunk in and bone was visible, she looked ready to die and fade away with Neoveta due to how much she tried to give up to her, but it still meant nothing... She didn't have the energy to lash out in rage at Mana, or that disgusting thing that formed before her. She didn't have the energy to even run at this point, she gave it all up, and it seemed like she would perish here with Neoveta. It... it's not so bad, maybe they'll both get reborn together, maybe they'll see each other in the afterlife. Maybe... maybe that happy ending could still happen. She just needed to look at the bright side, and after everything, they were still together.

"Neo, it's not your fault, please don't think it's your fault... you never did anything wrong. I... I'm sorry for not being able to save you..."

Even now, Neoveta still held true to one thing. The fact that she could feel, that she could love, that she could sacrifice for another. She was going to save Belle, and even if it was a great gesture, the demon hated the idea. She didn't want Neoveta to give up everything for her, she didn't want to lose her, she didn't want to live on missing the one vital thing in her life that made her feel like it was all worth it. even if she hated it, it was Neo's dying wish. Even as she sputtered out her last words, trying to tell belle everything, tears streamed down the girl's pale, sunken cheeks, falling away and dripping on the ground. It hurt so much, not just her body, but just.... just the realization of everything happening. Why... why did it have to be them? Her vision already began to become a blur as Neoveta began to use the last of her power to bring them far away. To tear away from the clutches of death just for another day, just for another chance at happiness... Belle was breaking down, she couldn't even see any of this with tears flooding her vision...

Belle's frantic mind was interrupted by the feeling of Neoveta herself. Fingers trying to clutch unto her, to hold her tight as she returned the notion. Arms trying to wrap around the demon's body, holding her tight and letting her share a warm embrace as best as she could, even in this hard and trying time.

"I'll never let go... I won't. I won't leave you, just don't leave me..."

And soon, that grasp faded. The feeling of someone she cared so much for was gone, as she was left alone. By herself... only with what remains of the person that filled the void in her heart. A single sphere of light, all that was left of this wonderful, beautiful being that only wanted to see the best for her race, and to do what was right. It... it just wasn't right. The demon cried and cried her heart out, breaking down and shattering her mind into a million pieces as she remained in this new, strange place, hidden away from everywhere else. A hide-away just for them...

As time passed, the girl began to recover just enough to wipe the tears away and clutch the sphere even tighter, holding it closer. She didn't have much energy, hell, she barely even had an ounce left, but she could try one thing. This sphere was Neo, and maybe if she used her magic, she might be able to make something small. Something for that sphere to inhabit, something to let her just talk to her again... With the little bit of energy Belle had from the time spent tearing up, she began to fashion a body, more specifically, a doll. From a mix of demonic energy, earth, and a bit of blood drawn from Belle's thumb, a small figure was formed, slowly crafted and materialized in the likeness of Neoveta herself. Only had a height of six inches, it... it wasn't much at all, but it was something, there was still the dress she wore, the long hair, everything... now she just needed to pray for it to work.

The small sphere was gently and lovingly placed within the doll, slowly brought forth whilst Belle remained on her knees, tears still streaming down her cheeks from everything that had just happened. Her life had been shattered, and now she needed to try to piece back the shards to try and make it whole again, and to do the same with Neoveta.

"Please.. please work... let me just... hear you again.... one more time..."