A Devil's Broken Will To Alter The World [Solo/Algos]

Love, hate; it was all the same to demons. Being immersed in such passionate states of being is what kept them tethered to this realm. Hence, it is on that train of thought did the heart of Demon World's Princess pulsate with hurt, love and hate all at once as she witnessed the sight of her once-beloved find the one that was right for her. Calypso Asthavon and Vanyel Xioyang deep connection was one that was pure, untainted, and right for someone so sweet as Calypso. Nothing her tainted, possessive love could ever deliver and it was a deep-rooted pain Algos had to deal with.

"Be happy."

Spoken ever so quietly, the stoic face of Algos bled over with many blood tears on to the cold, slated floor below her bare feet. Seeing that kiss, experiencing those words of love exchanged; it stung as the woman clenched her chest in spite of the deadened expression across her face becoming colder than ice. In the act of giving up her love to another, there was nothing to fill that void within herself, nowhere to place that love, and no one worthy enough to give her that sense of deep satisfaction Calypso had given her.

Lost, without anything to fuel her being, this demented internal hurt caused such maddening power to boil, bleed and overflow within her essence that the woman let out a dull chuckle at the surge of power swelling within herself. Gazing at the palm of her hand that was drenched in his scarlet glow, the woman's glazed over eyes knew that such manic sensations of desire needed to be extracted if her being were to be satisfied. Thus, her sight gazed at the spiraling kingdom before her palace manor and she knew that such possessive impulses were better suited toward finding grandiose purpose in this aimless world of savagery, pain, and woe.

"I have no happiness within myself, but that is ok. I'm Algos: the spirit of pain, suffering, and woe."

Standing up from her bedside, the woman continued to have her bloody tears stream on to the floor as she gazed at the crimson moon above her kingdom. With her eyes set to the stars, the whole Asthavon manor flowed over with this maroon glow as the low rumble of her hungering power shook the compound.

"This is my power, this is my strength and what I will use to my leverage to bring our people back from the brink of humiliation. All of this pain within myself, the world, and beyond will be used to break such satisfying echoes of suffering into my heart...."

Now with her eyes closed, the woman exhaled a soft exhale of breath before uttering these words out.

"...regardless of whether I succeed or not."

Tired, her eyes grew weary as the woman faded into the shadows to make preparation for her day tomorrow. The course of Shadow Fall, Demon World, and the state of this miserable state of affairs world war four would come to an end under her possessive guidance.

"I will have my desires fulfilled one way or another. Even if others must suffer for them."