The Land Of Possibilities [Algos/Cali]

Hearing the fact that her sister did not hate her hit The Princess's heart hard. It was like a bullet of love, acceptance, and bliss bled into her spirit. To be embraced by someone who had given up so much for her sake and endured such suffering to be her kin -- made Algos smile. Not one of vileness or smugness; but out of sincere, honest happiness. Even she herself started to feel a mist overflowing her eyes as the depths of the girl The Demoness used to be felt it beyond the veil of corruption, suffering, and woe that was her miserable being.

"Don't hate yourself. You are a blessing to this world of devils. You are my light in this world and I will always see that no matter what happens between us."

Now wiping away the tears from Calypso's eyes with a single crimson tendril, Algos held a bright smile as she briefly felt the scales of blood markings across her skin lessen in this moment of affection between the two. This is what Pseu would have wanted right? To guide that which was her new form? She was being a good girl, right?

"Queens will have many die before them, but it is your duty to carry their spirit on by standing tall, being proud, and moving forward. We cannot afford to let our feelings get in the way of what our people need, sister."

And that much was true. What good were they if they were both a couple of sad sacks of shit? That wouldn't do. They needed to fight. Those intentions of love could be driven to possession. That possession turns to drive. And that drive turns into sheer power needed to Lorde over a world of absolute darkness and death.

"Forget about Vicara. I brought you to this nation as these people need your love and it is a new start for you. Don't be so hard on yourself, sister. Learn from your mistakes and grow to the devil you are meant to be."

There was then a pause before she gnawed on the hair of Calypso and giggled.

"it's what Pseu would want for you, right?"