Devil's Delight! [Nizhuan/Calypso Training]

Calypso was dead silent as she allowed the inner manifestation of her teacher yell and spit curses at her very being. Throughout it all, Calypso clung to the bloody, ranting woman's body, until she grabbed her neck and slammed her to the ground. A good look at the young one's eyes would reveal they were dull with a deadly presence. The young one didn't expect all of this to be oh so fucking easy; if anything, the initial soft touch approach working would have been the surprising thing. This only convinced her this would be a challenge, and a challenge she was willing to pursue.

".. A bringer of ruin and madness..? You must be mistaken.. I'm no such thing."

Suddenly, the sensation of Calypso's aura seemed to strengthen and thicken, a massive, dark hand tearing the manifest off of her, slamming her onto her back as a far more beastly looking Calypso stared her down, her features rapidly becoming far more draconic as her instincts and viciousness flared to life; Her massive hand did not seek to harm the woman in the slightest, despite being in the position to crush at her, merely holding her down as Calypso spoke, her tone far more booming and menacing,

"If anyone is out of line, it is YOU! YOU for making such HIDEOUS assumptions of me!"

Each and every time her lengthening jaw parted, rows of nightmareish fangs presented themselves, the inner of her mouth being the void itself, white eyes staring down the malicious being each and every time she opened her mouth, as she continued,

"You hardly KNOW me. You haven't even given me the TIME OF DAY to confirm your suspicions. You're just as guilty as those who STRIKE US for merely EXISTING!"

A deep sense of disgust and disrespect was spouted in her words, as her mind called back to that night, that night that flaming woman attacked her, and killed that group of wounded demons whom she was trying to care for. Her mind called back to Jefferson, and the innocent demonic citizens, most of which who had nothing to do with Shadowfall, who were just trying to live their best lives, being wrapped in the flames of hell, and her mind only clawed and gouged at the possibilities of just how many more innocent souls were massacred in the war, merely for being born as they were.

"I cared about ADVANCING MY POWER in order to realize my DREAM, my DREAM of aiding the troubled souls who exist; unguided, lost, wild, by the THOUSANDS, due to my mother's careless rule. Do you think me blind to my family's torment of the innocent? I was one of their many victims, take a look."

Within a split second, suddenly Calypso's body was covered in all manner of markings, blacker than black, radiating with terrible pain. These were wounds, representing both physical and mental of the past, throbbing with agony, one of the worst ones was upon her heart area, even with her increasingly less human body, was still far larger and more concentrated compared to the rest of the wounds, as Calypso then leaned her now very shadowy, dragon-like head in front of the woman's face, her jaws parting to speak,

"I know the pain of rejection, of betrayal, of torment and torture by my loved one's hand. But even with my worst wounds, I did not falter. I did not become a sinful creature consumed by pain. I did not succumb to the curse of madness and unending pain my family bears."

Her voice, despite becoming such a large, pain-rotted beast, was quiet, almost like a calm, raspy whisper. A gentle tremble of pain was present in her voice, as she continued,

"I have become a light to them - A way for them to realize their wicked ways, to change their dark hearts. I, the abandoned one, the Asthavon with no title, no recognition. I, who had to survive against all odds, and grow into my own, to even make Mana Asthavon remember how to truly love. To spit in the face of that, my struggle, my tears, is a disrespect to me."

Calypso's presence had cooled into a calm whisper, a sense of comforting chill in the air around them as she slowly removed her massive claw from the devil, her body cascading the entirety of the present mental space as she had fully taken form as a feathered, dragon-like beast, the appearance of the wounds fading as she relaxed.

"..Judge me not for my family's sins, but my own character and merit. I wish to change the perception of us, through aiding hurt, or undeveloped souls. This is not a power trip for me - I wish to help because my heart aches for the blossoming of others, not just myself.. I do not wish for another soul to fall to the same circumstance a younger me had - Lost, unloved, afraid of themselves and their potential, to the point of caging it away.."

Her massive, beastly form quietly and calmly wrapped around the space as multiple, dull white eyes would rest upon the form of Liu's inner savagery, as she listened to the woman's response. She wasn't expecting any sort of comfort or empathy from this face of the devil, all of that clear by her reactions and emotions upon her spilling her heart out as she merely was intent on speaking her mind, not moving the heart of the demon before her with words alone.

Her mist-like form pulsed with a sigh as the inner form asked what she planned to do with her, and merely in response, to each and every one of those questions, she would respond:

"No."
"No.."
"No."

Calypso softly breathed as she was cut off before she could answer, allowing the woman to finish her piece before she gave her answer, softly nodding and taking interest in a detail or two as she listened, before finally parting her massive jaws to respond,

"I can have a conversation with you."

The draconic Asthavon spoke so simply, as she continued, her wispy tones gently gracing the devil's ears,

"I did not come here to purge an evil, I did not come here to force change upon you, I came to speak to you. To understand you. To figure a way to help progression, in any way I can."

Gently, she would bring a talon forth, gently touching and lifting one of her chains with a careful lift of her claw at the very tip of the sharpened appendage, "For instance.. Why do you look battered, bloodied, and covered in chains? You give very much the impression of imprisonment by appearance alone."

She would then tilt her head, "Are they self inflicted? What was so horrid beyond these walls to cause you to hide yourself away? And.."

The young one turned beast would slowly lean in to ask her final question, "Who is this Xuanze, and why are you in pieces?"

She would slowly lean away, as she would then seek to affirm her role in this interaction, softly speaking, "I'm certain you aren't able to have this kind of experience with many, to be directly spoken to within a mental space. I'm certain many couldn't experience this, and I believe that is my role to play."

Disregarding the foul tone of the tattered demon before her, Calypso let out an exhale of understanding and contemplation, as her jaws parted to respond,

"She's taught me plenty, no worry about that. I'm more curious of what fed this unending sense of loathing and frustration, is all. Everything happens for a reason; Even if you were eternally in a state of joy I would wonder what made you that way all the time, because even embodiments of such extremes need rest at some point, or burnout's possible."

Her lengthy tail would gently sway like the mist as she heard her answer regarding who Xuanze was, the young one understanding plenty the sensation of fragmenting one's self from not being able to handle their immense power. Though in Caly's experience it did not create entirely new personas, separate yet connected to her, rather her experience was far more in the infantile stage until circumstance after circumstance lead to her becoming more sure of and joined in her own power.

However, when the woman asked if Calypso wanted to see their true form, her multiple eyes shut in unison, her large head would gently shake to and fro, as her wispy breath would speak once more,

"I wouldn't wish for that, unless you desired it. Do you desire to be whole?"