Sinful Amends [Inami/Algos]

The arrival of The Central Kingdom's Princess brought with it a sense of gloom. Many within the depths of the Chaya Nation could feel the woman's presence and behind it was nothing but the utter pulsation of somberness. She wasn't here for fun, nor was she here for an agenda. The Demoness desired to confront the Queen of this nation in order to continue facing the demons of her past transgressions that plagued her so. Still burning hot with that beauty of Calypso's dream in her mind, the woman knew she needed to keep pushing herself into these uncomfortable circumstances if growth were to occur in herself and her kin could see that stronger self which was the confident, powerful and well-loving Algos.

Therefore, as this royal Asthavon emerged in an eruption of blood light upon the darkened throne of the Demon Queen, her crimson eyes looked up in the darkness, kneeled on one knee and an exhale of breath echoed in the abyss. She was preparing her nerves for what was to come, as she had no idea what to expect.

Yet, in spite of stepping into the unknown, the belief within herself was flowing in. She was a princess of the Asthavon, and to have this investment put into her meant that she was capable of holding her own and maintaining the balance of their family and kingdom. Hence, she knew she needed to keep forward.

"Inami: I wish to talk. I won't take up much of your time."

With those words piercing through the silence, the pale-haired woman could do nothing more than bide her time and wait to see what the reaction would be to such a simple request.

Within the throne of chaya nation, betwixt dancing torchlight and mage-light that dotted the yawning darkness, piercing heterochromia knifed through the gloom. Inami Asthavon, Queen of Chaya nation, sat atop her onyx throne, chin nestled in her palm as she gazed out across her throne room. Once there was bemusement, and budding hope within her gaze, now only apathy and a deep loathing lay within her stare. It was not a loathing that was directed outwards though, but one that was reserved only for herself.

Against her thigh lay a small doll, fashioned in the shape of her deceased beloved, to which her heart had been devoted, and to which her love had fallen apart for good she had thought when she was gone. Right now however, she was thinking of a different time, to when she had first awoken from her slumber, a being of rage and destruction. Thinking of the time that she had met the youngest of her family. A girl whose purity honestly didn’t belong in such a cursed place as their own.

where had it gone wrong? It was a thought that had crossed her mind lately once the numbness had given way to depression, and yet from that depression had come loathing and apathy. She had come to realize that the hatred she harbored for her sister was inconsequential, and that out of their entire fucked up family, maybe it was that very sister that had stripped her of her beloved that truly loved and understood her the most. A funny notion given the one girl who she had loved most out of their family had proven the bond they had shared was little more than a lie.

In a flash of crimson, her thoughts and her privacy were interrupted by a faintly familiar demonic signature. Inami’s lips parted faintly as she looked at the white haired woman that had appeared within.

”Neoveta?” The words had almost spilled forth from her lips, and yet reality was what kept them shut. ”No. This isn’t her.” The second thought went through her head in a very short period of time.

”Do not kneel in front of me.”

Inami’s words came out weary but indifferent. Her heterochromia peered down at the woman as the woman spoke of wishing to “talk”. There was no scorn, in her gaze though, but there was a wariness.


” come with me.”

Inami said as she rose from the throne and walked past algos to push open a smaller set of doors that lay to the side of the throne room. The thick, polished mahogany swinging open silently to reveal a spiraled flight of stairs that Inami soon began to ascend. Unlike the rest of the castle, there was no light in this hallway. Instead, it was saturated with the blackened foglike miasma that Inami naturally emitted. Naturally Inami didn’t speak, nor did she look over her shoulder to see if Algos followed. Afterall, she was sure algos would follow if she truly wished to speak to her.

After ascending through the spiral staircase, Inami pushed open a second set of doors leading into a room surrounded by large glass windows. A large four post bed surrounded by curtains lay in the far adjacent corner of the room. The dark red banner of the asthavon household laying behind a desk. At a glance it was a fairly sparsely decorated room, other than an ornate rug, and a few beanbag chairs that lay next to the window there were few other items. Still, if Algos paid attention she’d notice a few plushies that lay on the edge of Inami’s bed. Many were simple things, like rabbits and other animals. However, two others stood out.

One of the plushies was easy to identify: Ceal. The other? It was made in the image of her deceased niece Neoveta. Inami of course noticing they were out, would have moved over and pushed the plushie of neoveta under a pillow before she walked over to one of the beanbags next to the windows and sat down. She’d point at the other and say plainly.

”Sit if you’d like.”

Wether or not algos did however.. Was up to her, Inami didn’t particularly care. Still, after she sat or didn’t sit Inami closed her eyes faintly, steadying herself and repressing the turmoil of pain that threatened to bubble up, before she said in the most neutral tone she could muster.

”Speak.”