Devil Baby [Algos/Ulv]

If she was looking for landscapes of youth, Algos would find none here. The connected mindscape that lay between them was a dreary, dark, and desiccated thing. It was full of blood and bodies, of memories and steel. Of death and rebirth. At first when this link connected it would not be the sound of a budding child that first graced her, waiting blithely to bask in the glow of her dearest mother. No, instead, it was a memory. A memory of such hatred. A scene that should be familiar to the queen, from the perspective of the perpetrator himself.

Yes, she’d see the memory that started with a man's booming voice, and the vestiges of shadow fall coming to fight him. Of an individual that would rather burn their life's very essence than submit to a tyrannical injustice, only once she saw the flash of the blade that severed that life, would the images and memories fade away, to leave a woman's voice echoing in the abyss. There was no picture, no image of the child that was birthed, but rather a single lonely voice, echoing tiredly in the void.

”I can honestly say In my darkest nightmares that this would be my reality.”

The dry chuckle that resonated in the void was no longer female, but distinctly masculine. It was a dry and aged voice that she would remember well, as it had once belonged to one of the most prominent members of the vanguard. The cruelty of this reality had almost broken her, it had almost been too much to comprehend. So she had ran away from it, and stopped trying to comprehend it.

” Mommy! It’s i, Blackheart!” The dry voice was gone and in its place the naive idealistic voice of a child remained, squeaky and pure it bubbled with glowing youth and infinite innocence. Maybe she could picture the swaddling infant with it’s outstretched arms that wished so much for a mothers love. Truly it was a tear jerking image, until a tittering giggle of revulsion broke through and shattered those words.

”Is that what you hoped for? “ The voice was amused, the ancient slow cadence that lay behind that woman's voice while not reviled by algos’s very presence, was certainly unhappy with the intrusion. The mindscape shifted before more images came, iceland, the moon, europe. They just kept coming, the screams vivid, the innocent people dying.

Then it all stopped, and only darkness remained in the link between them, in that drab, drab world that lacked light and hope, where only the infinite expanse of a jaded, wary soul remained. A strained, feeble link that lay between them, in a space that had none of the makings of a child.

” I guess we both didn’t get what we wanted did we?” The desolation was only contradicted by the wistful bemusement in that statement, and only silence remained before finally more neutral words were uttered.

”What do you want Algos” the voice asked, in this little cozy mental link that lay solely between the two of them, and no one else.