"Mama, Is Something Wrong?" [Calypso/Mana]

How long had it been? Months? Days? A few minutes? Honestly, Arianda couldn't tell; it was all a blur honestly. Every single bit was a blur. Why, when all you feel is pain, and the sensation of death creeping up on your bite and Mana riddled body; one can find themselves not realizing the pass of time. But it stopped, for some reason. On Arianda's own little corner of the room, where she was left to die after Mana was done with devouring her flesh, organs, bones; whatever else she wanted really. But, she wouldn't die. Call it a curse if you like, or a blessing; or the elixir of life. Well, whatever the fuck it was that kept this damned demon alive and kicking was the same person who had drained her of energy constantly, who had devoured her flesh on more than one occasion, the one woman who was Arianda's everything in ways that could not be explained; Mana Asthavon. Her Queen, her dread lord. This was the woman who would not let her die, her Seal of Eris made sure of it. It was when her Queen stopped her feasting of the countless corpses of just about every race The Danava of Chaos could get her hands on that the Angel of Conflict felt herself perceive time again; at least properly. That wasn't all she perceived, however.

Voices, two of them. Two voices of striking difference were hitting into the demon's ear canals; which were slowly gaining ears above them as she was able to regenerate from the tatter of crimson, both cloth and body, that seemed to surround her. It was slow, slow enough that it was likely unnoticeable by the two beings talking; one being the woman who kept her alive subconsciously, or purposefully. The other, well, it was someone Arianda did not know. A voice she had never heard, a person she had never seen in this hellscape that was Mana's Castle; her palace. Arianda could only listen, want to tell the girl to get out of here before she heard what Mana was saying.

Mana was... she was returning to her normal self. If Arianda's jaw bones were still intact, her jaw would've dropped; it took just this person to spur Mana to return to normal. Well, as normal as a demon queen who has been drunk on Chaos for nearly half a year. As they talked, embraced, did things that made the demon wonder who this person was, she felt her body started to reconstruct itself faster. She felt like someone's somehow successful human transmutation project as the demon felt her chest cavity seal up, her blood, crimson like that of a human's, flow through her veins once more. She had some semblance of life as she gasped silently and crawled to the knees that were once broken; splintered and gone. Her form was also... different.

Arianda normally had a bad habit of not being in the correct form for Mana to not tear her a new one as easily as normal; one that was more appealing to the Queen's demonic tastes and pleasures. Well, this was one of those days where Arianda fucked up and was in her shifter; it didn't help Mana was turning everyone she could into a multi day long snack train. But, when Arianda's body reconstituted itself; she actually had some fucking horns. The horns were blue, as was a lot of her body that was not her skin. Her skin was a pale white, as normal for the demon. But, her attire changed drastically. they were white and blue, with Knee high boots that ended just below her knee and had thigh highs, stockings, that came out of the heeled boots and ended in the middle of her thighs. She had a dress- like outfit, a top piece that only was secured by it's closeness to the demon's frame, and a choker that was attached the the dress that had a diamond shaped hole in it in front of her chest. It went from the middle of her solar plexus to the middle of her stomach; exposing a bit of her breasts and stomach. She also wore gauntlets that covered her arms up to her shoulders; her armpits and shoulders shown by the dress having no arms attached.

The weird thing about this "dress" was that when you got to the skirt portion it was open in the front, showing what appeared to be either booty shorts or some sort of attire to be worn below the garment without seeming "indecent"; even though such a thing was not a concern for Arianda. The skirt of the garment went around the Angel's side and her backside, which had a tail coming from the base of her spine just above her backside, mostly covering that area of her from view. However, the most striking part of this demon's form was her wings and her horns. The wings bore slight resemblance to Mana's own; with Arianda's horns curling a tiny bit like Mana's. Coincidence? Possibly, but, with all the energy this little demon has received from Mana it is no wonder something about The Angel of Conflict resembled her. Aside from their blue hue, there was a striking resemblance; especially when Arianda's form briefly flashed green. All the blue changed to different shades of green that matched the blue's shades and the like before it changed back and the demon stood from her own puddle of blood and giblets.

Arianda stumbled, more like fell over herself really, as she moved towards Mana, reaching a hand out to her demon Queen before she fell over next to the Queen of Shadowfall; her head briefly bouncing off of the woman's foot as she fell. For Mana, it was easy to tell that this was Arianda, The Angel of Conflict was probably the only one to survive this tempest of feasting that she partook in. But, she was unconscious as soon as she gained such consciousness; only hear pointed ears working as the rest of her body seemed to shut down. She was drained, alive only because of the Seal that rested on her stomach. But, all that remained for Arianda to ask was this; who was this girl, this Calypso. Not to mention, what would Mana do with her now? Hopefully, nothing too bad. But, the Angel of Conflict could simply wait in her weakened, unconscious, state and hope Ms. Queen Asthavon wouldn't return to her more... unappealing self. Hopefully.

Those same two voices, Mana's and Calypso's; the latter of the two sounding more panicked as the girl dropped down to tend to Arianda. Why though? Why would she care about some random demon that she didn't know? Hard for Arianda to say, but, in between the shaking from Calypso, and Mana nudging the girl with her heel; a soft groan left Arianda's throat. It cascaded past her lips and out into the open air for the sound waves to bounce around and be heard by the two women above The Angel of Conflict at the moment. Hearing what they said, every single word. Mana telling her not to stay under her bosom for so long, or so much; it was something like that. The Angel of Conflict would have gladly kissed those heels, but, she couldn't move. It was a wonder her body even regenerated at this point in time.

More speech, more words. Words that bounced off of Arianda's ears, head, and horns as they were said. Few were absorbed, but, the ones that were absorbed seemed to hit Arianda home. Oh yes, this certainly was what a dose of Mana's reality would do to her. Normally, she would be okay after a few minutes, but, it had been long enough and Ms. Asthavon hadn't given her any of her blood that it was... difficult. However, Mana seemed to at least be caring enough for her little pet, unless this was simply Mana not wanting to lose the weird little demon as she had once said in the past. Well, whatever it was, the Queen of demons handed the little hell spawn next to Arianda something; a syringe of green liquid.

What was in the vial? Mana brand drugs? Toned down elixir of chaos? Or was it Mana's blood? Honestly, Arianda couldn't say; her sense of self and the area around her was so messed up from her lack of energy that she couldn't even find enough energy in her subconscious to think about what this vial of green liquid may be. But, she didn't really have the time to even gather energy for such a thing. Before she knew it, Arianda's skin felt the needle pierce into her arm. It was gentle, surprisingly, and went in with great ease. Then came the mystery liquid.

Good thing she'd not afraid of needles like a certain Shinigami friend of hers.

Like a lightning bolt surging through Arianda, her body visibly jolted as soon as the needle was removed and was a safe distance away. Her body responded in rather odd ways to the substance before she ceased all movement again, and her body flashed green again; quickly and in bursts. It was as if it was acting like a heartbeat, showing that her heart was working before it stopped suddenly. Just as suddenly, Arianda jolted upwards, her eyes wide open and her mouth the same; taking a deep gasp of air before she spoke.

"Mana, next time, if you're gonna go on a snack craze; don' leave me with the rest o' the rabble... They kinda stink..."

Arianda looked like a freight train just came through, grew a fist, and punched her in the stomach; almost as if a goat had run into her at mach 10. Not to mention, her cadence was a tiny bit like Mana's for a few moments. A brief change as she awoke from her unconscious slumber. Afterwards, she could only cough, looking towards the girl who was next to her, and then to Mana. She was still tired, so... so tired. Sure, she was certainly awake now, and had the energy to stay awake, but, she would pass out without something else. The Angel of Conflict slowly rose from where she once lay, moving to Mana surprisingly quickly for a woman who used to be unconscious. From Cali's angle it would look like Arianda just hugged the Queen of Demons and buried her face in the woman's neck. When in actuality Arianda was drinking some of her Queen's blood, if the Danava of Chaos allowed it, to reconstitute herself enough to be more competent and not be falling all over herself.

Basically, if Mana allowed Arianda to partake in her green ichor, Arianda would be back in shape enough to come along with great ease; not having to pull out a random demon heart or two from a portal. However, if Mana didn't let Ms. Vael chew on her neck and drink that green ichor, Arianda would probably have to find some left over DE in the area and... reconstitute herself. But, that would be only if a certain Asthavon of the chaotic kind didn't deprive little Ari of something sweet to drink.