Satanic Relapse [Algos]

Skies of blood downpoured through the barren desert. The sands were drenched in crimson as the earth became flooded with this torrential downpour. Nothing but blinding red visions filled the sights for as far as the eye could see. Yet, through the veil of unending scarlet did a glob of dense shade cut through the unending sea of blood. This dense collection of loathing aura was the essence of the demon princess as she made her way through the iron-scented storm.

With her empty eyes staring upwards to the heavens, the visuals of a small child tattered, batten, bloodied, and red in the eyes with dried tears emerged in her side. Slowly, she'd see that this youth had luscious white hair, eyes as vibrant as a sapphire gem, and an unhappy frown across her petite face. She knew who she was, but continued to ignore these illusions as she walked with her hair covering her eyes throughout this hellish storm.

"You didn't have to do that."

The child spoke calmly and without judgment as she walked alongside the quiet older woman.

"She didn't deserve that. She was only trying to help you."

Still -- no response.

"She did not deserve to die the same way you killed you me."

The woman ceased walking. After taking a quiet exhale of breath, she dropped to her knees as her snow-white hair moved to unveil nothing but pure darkness where the demoness's eyes should be. Staring at her palms, the woman started to feel reflections of the memories they shared when they were young, innocent, and free of this world's suffering. They were such happy times before this corruption of her soul occurred, she consumed the gauntlet of power and drunk its intoxicating sin to the depths of madness just as her mother did.

"What do you want from me....?"

It was a simple question posed out to the abyss as the exhausted voice of the elder woman pierced through pitter-patter of rain.

"Do you not regret that? Do you not feel anything I would have hurting everyone I loved?"

Now embracing the Princess in the form of a hug, the child began to brush against the warmth of her body; taking in her foul odor and trying to snuggle this ugly monster.

"Algos, I don't want anything from you. I just want to see you regret what you did to me. The world is truly better off with you dead and slowly everyone will realize that. When that moment comes, I'll have all that I need."

...

The rains ceased and the light of a silver moon reflected against the dark, blood desert as the demoness stared at the blackened abyss of the atmosphere above.

"I just wanted her to shut up...I'm sorry Pseu."


With a low sniffle, Algos started to curl up in a ball as a replica of herself emerged before her. Yet, this was different. Something was off. Her eyes -- they were as big as dinner plates. That smile -- there were dozens of rows of unhinged, jagged shark teeth sticking out. And her hair dragged all the way to the bloody sands at her feet. Was this what she become?

"Sorry? You aren't sorry, little one. You are sorry you got caught."

There was a chortle of laughter that hushed the night and brought nothing but the sounds of ear-piercing static in the environment around.

"We've never tried to kill a fellow family member before. Sure, we almost accidentally skewed Amphilogiai, but this was the first time we've ever gone this far with premeditated intent."

Growing ever so larger, this figure had rows of mouths, fangs, eyeballs, worms, and indescribable beast bleed from it's rotting skin as it blocked out the sight of the moon itself as it's grin grew bigger.

"What will happen if the others find out what you did? You'll have to slaughter them. Can you....?"

Now leaning over the groaning Algos, the woman started to sweat shade fluids from every pore in her body as she was shaking; heart accelerating as her mind felt on fire, body scattered in nerves and she could feel the contempt brewing in her own sister's heart for all the hurt, all the damage and all the wrong she had induced upon her life. The walls were closing in, and yet....

"...or maybe they will kill you? Is that what you want? An end to our suffering? How...delightful."

Drooling the extract of all the people she had killed and harm, a flood of this rancid waters drowned Algos before she uttered a simple phrase:

"....no."

And like that, they were gone. All that was left around her was a thick pool of her own black blood as her own stomach threw up its contents from the cluster of anxiety, regret, dread, sorrow, irritation, and uncertainty which thumped in her heart as she felt her demonic impulses growing further unrestrained.

"I just wanted her to shut up....because it hurt. She was right...and it hurt. That's all..."

...

"What do I do now...?"