Blood Of The Lonely [Algos/Vanyel]

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He didn't know -- what love was?

That answer was not the one she was expecting. It took Algos a moment to process that notion that he didn't know what his love even was in the midst of her drunken stupor. However, it gave her tears to a chance to cease their release at that moment. And soon it gave way to her laughing as if she were pleased with the state of the world. Yes, she was feasting straight from his body as plums of scarlet and shade swirled around them like a beautiful demonic inferno of suffering.

This loneliness is what she needed to feast on!!!!

"You aren't fit to love her either."

Those words were the truth of Algos's mind as her dazed facial expression of manic woe pierced the pale blue eyes of her kin's beloved. This man was a gem in her beloved sisters eyes, yet he couldn't manage to see that woman as a precious diamond meant to risk his life for? Pathetic! Weak! Even more pitiful than her! In fact, all the woman's former malice for the man faded at that moment as he was just self-loathing as herself and that made the woman feel a sense of contorted connection with the man.

"Calypso's love is something worth seeing the last stains of life leave my eyes for."

Pulling Van into herself, the woman motioned herself to fall backward on the bed with him as she pressed the male against her heated, bloody chest; cooing his hair with her right hand as if he were a lost child in the night.

"It isn't up to you or me to determine what or who she wants to love. What matters if that shes that light in you and there must be something that triggered it."

What? Who was she to say something like that? Well, she was the most fucked up sister in the history of the gods. Tormenting her sister and extracting such sin from her, yet Calypso still found the inner beauty within to accept such a monster. It was absurd, yet the purity of her love was worth her entire heart being submerged in hell itself. So how could her nature not want to flow deeper into the depths of this man's weakness? Calypso did it for her.

"You are no different from me minus the fact you haven't committed such sin against her. In a more absurd world, you'd be better suited for my sense of false-love than her if you are this pitiful and lost, boy."

There was a laugh extracted from the woman before her tone of voice became more stern, eyes turned and energy lowered. When ready, she simply spoke this question into existence:

"What the hell are you with my sister for if you don't know what she means to you?"

The sudden switch from her bloody tears to laughter caused a small bit of unrest to grow in him, watching the small orbs circling around them from the corner of his eye. Saying that he wasn't fit to love her only caused him to chuckle softly. He couldn't help but agree with that. Algos didn't give him much time to respond before he was pulled into her and the two soon came to rest on her bed, with his head resting against her chest and the demoness gently playing with his hair.

It was strange and gave an even stranger feeling of comfort. His eyes partly closed as she spoke. It really wasn't his choice. No matter how much he questioned it, how little he thought of himself in comparison to her, it wouldn't change what had happened. He meant something to her, and there wasn't a thing in this world that could change it.

He joined in with her laughter, quietly chuckling at the rhetorical statement. Would he have been better suited for her strange, broken sense of love? He didn't know about that. Though, he quieted down as she questioned him once more. Why was he even with her if he didn't know that? She had already answered that.

"Just like you said. She's...a light. A ray of light that I wanna follow, wherever it takes me."

He paused, letting out a shaky breath before he continued.

"And...things feel tolerable and bearable when I'm with her."

Yet, despite everything that he said, there would be something that he would never say aloud, mostly due to his ignorance to himself, as well as his desire to hide away those feelings he felt long ago and tried so desperately to escape from. Yet, with his emotions very slowly beginning to bleed out, Algos would be able to hear it, clear as day:

'I don't want to be alone anymore...'

Well, well, well. Vanyel could actually speak what his heart felt. If one were to love her sister, then those sentiments of the heart had to be expressed with the utmost of sincerity. Pussyfooting around her dazzling affection was not acceptable in the mind of Algos. More than that, however, she could read between the lines. If a person was searching for the light in their life, they wanted someone to fill that darkness within themselves with love. And from this notion of speech, it wasn't hard for someone like herself who was filled with negativism, loneliness, hurt and all things foul to tell that he wanted her to numb that isolation within himself.

"You are me. The main difference is you aren't as possessive as I am and just want her guidance."

The woman spoke straight-forward as usual, taking this time to take another sip of blood-booze; losing herself in the scent and taste of liquor and iron to numb her own grief. Then, she continued speaking:

"I took a darker path than you, so don't fuck up like me and live your entire life in hell."

Yeah, she wasn't fucking great. Some damn princess. Still living in the shadows of a dead person's past and tormented by her own ego. It was all just a pile of demonic shit to her. And yet, from that love of Calypso, she was still forced to live this farce of a life. It was hard to endure, but she had to drudge through the tiring bullshit to find some semblance of prosperity for their kingdom, for their family, and to not crumble and make her sister grieve more.

"Besides, I can tell you don't want to be alone. You wouldn't be this close to me if you lacked that feeling in your heart. My concept of grief, pain, and suffering can smell your truth like a shark smells blood, boy."

So, in that sentimental way of understanding, she pulled him in closer to her chest and uttered these words as more blood tears dripped on his pale head:

"What do you need to love her better and have the courage to make her yours? She loves you..."

As Algos pointed out the similarities between them, Vanyel was taken aback at first, unsure of how to feel about that. Even if he had the key difference of not having that possessive nature, there was still a bit of distress that came with the thought. But, she wasn't wrong. She took another swig of the devilish booze before telling him not to fuck up as she had. It was a bit daunting, having that on his shoulders, but, something told him that he could do it. Vanyel turned his gaze up to meet his sister as she finished.

"I'll try not to."

Simple words were all that he needed to say. He could have said a myriad of other things that could have accomplished the same effect, but, this was enough. As he finished, he offered Algos a gentle, yet warm smile. A wordless affirmation of the oath he now made with his sister. Almost immediately after, his eyes darted to the side, a light red covering his cheeks as he realized just how deeply Algos could see into him, and how she knew of the truest desires of his heart.

He craved connection and affection after being starved of it for so long and then having it ripped away from him once again, only to go into his own isolation to try and keep that aching loneliness from hurting him more. After all this time, subconsciously trying to keep himself from being hurt again, there was a distinct feeling of warmth, comfort, and above all, contentment while he was within her arms as he felt her bring him closer to her bosom and as more bloody tears dripped onto his face, Vanyel gently reached up and cupped her cheek in his hand for a moment, only lowering it as he answered.

"Honestly, I don't know. I don't know the first thing about this stuff and I'm not sure how to go about it..."