Devil's Delight! [Nizhuan/Calypso Training]

The satanic roar amongst the flames is what the devil wanted to see. That fight, that spark of life and desire to continue clawing ones will through the downpour of shit that this unjust world spewed upon all spirits is what was key. So, when Calypso came at Nizhuan like a heat-seeking missile, the Hell Beast welcomed it as the Danava tried to grasp on to the throat of the horned demon. Of course, it all came to a tilt when the vicinity became consumed within the inner shade of the Asthavon's soul. And this is where the fruit of their clash would be found in the mind of hades ruler.

And, in this fashion, she would let herself be used as a vessel of sadistic release as her skin would be clawed against by the primal rage of the younger demon. Her face, throat, chest and all would begin to spew blood as Calpyso screamed in agony over the sickness of this world. Yet, in spite of the gushing fluid spewing all over them, Nizhuan's face remained stern as she listened to her hearts utmost cries. Even as the earth shattered under the weight of their ungodly strength, the smoldering ash and fire would not deter the devil's sight and her perception of the Asthavon's words never left her consciousness.

When everything was said and done, the now tattered, bloodied and scarred Nizhuan would emerge from the smoldering hole in the ground with a firm expression across her face as she had heard everything that needed to be spoken. Instead of malice, contempt or further antagonizing; this devil of subjugation opened her arms and merely held the youth in her arms. Even as her beastly blood flowed against her ginger skin, hell beast continued radiated such a strong warmth of care in this visage of carnage, destruction, and utter corruption.

"If they are not your words, then stop speaking them. I did not ask you to become another senseless demon that kills. I just asked for you to fight to be heard and not lose yourself."

Voice now somber, the eyes of Nizhuan softened as she was truly surprised to see such an earnest soul from someone as wicked as an Asthavon. It baffled her as she had expected her to just go along the insane well of power; further losing herself to that drunkenness mania brings. Yet, instead, those sincere whispers of truth became a blinding roar of light to keep her purity intact and it was something not worth destroying. As while this devil was filled with sin, perhaps there was still some hope to be found within the vessel of this Danava.

"I am sorry. I truly am. I know you've been through so much, but you have to remain strong. It is unfair, it is not right, but this world rewards those who remain resilient in the face of pain. I don't want to see such a pure soul like yours cry, so please just let it out in my arms as you've spoken your souls truth to be as clear as day."

In those words of the heart, Nizhuan's own cheeks had the slightest of tears flow down. It was -- bizarre -- to see someone in such need of guidance to come falling into her arms. The power that she possessed, the insight she yielded, and the capacity as a nurturing creature of hell made the empress of hade feel such raw emotion. Perhaps that was the power of Calypso as she certainly had managed to make a twinge of feeling churn in the spirit of this subjugating demon.

"You are enough as you are, Calypso..."

Throughout the first time of this encounter, Nizhuan's face turned a brief shade of cherry as she witnessed the tears of Calypso started to fall to the dirt, grime, and blood of her dress. It wasn't that the devil was embarrassed by any means, but she was not used to someone relying on her so heavily for such strong emotional support and guidance. It was one thing to provide that for her partners and lovers, yet it was another entirely for someone so dependant. So, the creature of hades just patted the head of the earnest Asthavon to otherwise subdue her physically.

"I've been injured worse. While regeneration isn't my primary focus, they will regenerate and heal. I did that so you could actually get your frustrations out, realize your power and breathe."

Even as Nizhuan spoke those ginger words, the holes across her throat, face, and chest were slowly trying to mend themselves as steam exuded from them. While her body still soared with pain, it was nothing that she hadn't dealt with before. Instead, her focus was more so on everything that Calypso had uttered out about not wanting to do all these terrible thoughts. So many violent imaginations ran through her mind, but none of them mattered to the devil of hell. And why should it? It isn't as if her soul purely acted on them.

"You don't need to apologize for thoughts. Your soul did not act on these impulses, so you are still fine to me and haven't committed sin. If the crime of thought was a sin, this whole universe would be damned and I'd be dead from overworking myself to a grave."

There was a grim chuckle had by the hell beast. As at least to herself did she feel had a point. Thought crimes were nothing to worry about and it would be absurd for this grand existence to make spirits suffer for such ridiculous notions. Henceforth, what was less silly had been the notion of her wanting to do better. That is what Nizhuan wanted to focus on next. As, if someone was willing to improve themselves, there was still hope in her eyes.

"You've already done better. You've fought through hell, asserted your will and still have not let sin consume you. I am pleased with what you've displayed."

With one exhale of breath, Nizhuan sat them both on the ground and closed her eyes as the embers of hades burned around them; the echoing of these flames being rather comforting to the perception of the devil.

"Why don't we call it a day here? We can rest more and pick this up later in the evening. I feel you need another breather. Your heart, soul, and body have been through another chaotic experience that I'm sure will make you stronger."

Bah. This daughter of madness was far too much for Nizhuan. Spewing such tender emotions on to her dress without a care in the world. It caused the devil's face to redden further as she let out a soft chuckle and just rubbed her hair through Calypso's hair as she uttered that she was getting better. Of course she was. If you put in the work, you are bound to improve in the mind of this hell beast. And as long as she didn't surrender the essence of her heart to anyone, she would continue to see the fruits of her ambition come to reality as it aligns with what the universe wants.

For now, however, she was attached at the hip. And it seemed that the fellow demon wanted to just sleep on the body of her devilish mentor. So in the face of such a pure desire, Nizhuan felt she had earned this right. Hence, her tail was used as a blanket to cover Calypso. In this way, she could continue to feed the extract of hell straight into her being; ensuring that its energies could further recover, heal and improve the potency of her power as they bonded further together in the depths of Hades.

"Gah, you are too much, Calypso. Making a devil blush like this is unseemly."

Flustered at this point, the Hell Beast groaned over, closed her eyes, and decided to use this chance to catch up on her own slumber again. There was still more development to come, so she was going to need all the restoration she could get if they were going to continue to keep bringing out the raw demonic potency of Calypso into existence. Especially if her other half caught wind of what was happening here....