The Land Of Possibilities [Algos/Cali]

There was a fit of thrilled laughter heard from The Princess as she fell on her back once Calypso broke the tender loving embrace of before. Those crimson eyes of hers rather enjoyed the fury, contempt, and anger that was boiling in her sister from her frustrations to climb that hill of her own pursuits. The zest of life is what made one's soul a precious gem and observing this for herself was a luxury Algos savored.

Though, when she eased off the pedal, The Demoness grew dull and thus brought herself back up to her feet. With her blood tendrils swaying in the wind, Algos continued to stare at her kin while absorbing all of which was spoken. All her sister desired was to be of use, to not be an idiot, and to be able to unite, connect and bond with a people to perhaps be a force in this world of great good. Coming off as a brat with something to prove was not on her list of desires and it certainly hurt.

But -- the pain was the greatest medicine.

In a matter of moments, a hand appeared in front of Calypso, smacked her into the earth. If she were to gaze up with what was above, the likes of Neoveta in a full-body shade dress would be seen standing above her as she placed her small foot on the chest of the would-be royal.

"I'd think you need to stand up, get a grip and continue forward."

Now spitting on the ground, the shadow of Neoveta pressed harder as the ground around them started to crack, groan and buckle under the weight of her power.

"You cannot break. You cannot shatter. Your will is supposed to be able to weather the storm. Your heart is turmoil, but use that love to guide us to something more than this pitiful mess you are now."

Algos laid on the floor as she took sight of this fiery Calypso before coming to utter words out to her:

"You are beautiful when you execute your will. Stay like that."

The Princess started to gather her senses up as the demoness stood on her feet ever so slowly. As her blood eyes continued to vacantly gaze upon her kin, Algos chuckled at her utter contempt for everything.

"You are woeful as you thought throwing away all your privilege like a spoiled brat would make you able to be connected to the common man. It hurts to still be an idiot in a world you know next to nothing about."

While licking her lips in delight, it was apparent enough that Algos wasn't a deaf one. She heard everything the woman said, but would saying sweet cuddly words remove the stench of her self-pity? Nah. Not one bit. So she was going to return the favor Calypso gave Algos when she was in her own pits of foulness.

So, since Calypso did as she asked, there would be no need to get violent. Even as she whipped Algos around the dirt, The Princess could only laugh before a slight bit of blood spewed from her lips. To her? This pain is what she lived for. To see the internal turmoil of her spirit meant that her dear sister was alive and ready to fight. And what more could a big sister ask than to keep holding on to life? Hence, as the ash settled, Algos's tattered body restored itself as her demonic magic cleaned The Royal up rather quickly. There were some stinging pains, but it wasn't anything this demon could not ignore as she made her walk over to Calypso to answer her call.

"All I've heard is me, me, me, me, me. Do you want to rule people? Stop crying like a little brat and accept the hell you are in and continue to hold that fiery contempt to better yourself."

Now cowering her into a corner, Algos's body loomed over her as her face melted into an abyss of darkness, and the world became drenched in shade all around them as her laughter grew to a great volume before silencing like the quiet of the night and her facial features returning with a calm, but cold stare.

"You are a Queen, you are meant to connect to people. Yet how can you even forget how I lost everything when I was killed on the moon? I lost my love, my body, my essence, my purity; how can you even compare to just looking like an idiot, spending a few years in some abyss of madness, and suddenly feeling like you are the most tormented soul in existence?"

Given the fact that Calypso has bonded ever so much to Algos, it would be apparent the voice she was speaking through in all its soft and ginger tones belonged to that of Neoveta. And, in doing so, Algos's head tilted to the side as she grew tired of this visage before shifting to her last question.

"You have to hold on to your possessive, selfish love as a creature of sin. Your foul, demonic love is what makes you not a monster like the rest of us. Do not become a monster like me. If you wish to connect to others and grow, you must leave your heart open and guide those who do need you without losing yourself and guarding your essence."

The fury was brimming from her sister, but Algos accepted it as she started to cackle in laughter in response to being thrown back into the earth and strangled by her sister. Seeing the contempt consume that once deadened face made The Princess smile as if nothing else she hadn't lost her will. So, as she lay below Calypso, The Demoness held her cheek ever so softly before speaking in a normal, sadistic voice.

"Love is passion. Passion is life. Without these things, you will fade into the night and find yourself in a quiet, obscure hell."

Even if Calypso dared to resist, the greater monstrous power of the elder kin would prove to be daunting. As it is in this moment that Calypso would feel as if she were being consumed into a vortex of infinite warmth, space, and devilish energy. All around them did the world quake, the skies redden and the air become filled with death; yet in her embrace, there was nothing but pure affection for her most demonic sister.

"Mother built her empire on love for her power, I forged my power out of a love of myself and Khala forged our own existence from a love to bring life into the world. You cannot deny our possessive love is needed, it just needs to be guided, sister. You can loathe me all you want, but you know it to be true as you wouldn't have even possessed the power you have now without that passion guiding you."

Now smothering her in her grasp, Algos clung to her sister; seeking to induce a deep-rooted physical pain as her bones may groan and crack, but she was intent on making her stay put and listen.

"A Queen puts her people before herself. By that measurement, you are striving to help the creatures of this sinful world and hold that most important trait of a Queen. The Vicara nation does not need your help, but perhaps this one does. It is your duty to use your passion for the world around you to seek them out, build your kingdom from the ground up and explore this nation to find your purpose."

With a more stern expression, Algos's blood eyes locked straight into Calypso's own predator stare and uttered:

"You are a Queen, but it is up to you if you want to piss away your potential to become that Queen I see you as by not moving forward with finding your way in our dog eat dog world."