The Heart [Solo/Algos]

Muttering father out to the world? What was that going to do? At that moment, Algos seemed dumbfounded as never once did she truly interact on an in-depth level with Deveta. Khala herself was one thing, that was motherhood of demon-kind which was seen enough for her to get a grasp. Yet, this elusive father was one that always evaded her grasp once she became a non-threat when the essence of Neoveta ceased to be. And that was an issue in the eyes of The Princess.

"Father, father...."

As those words tried to gurgle out, the likes of her own power pondered at what its miserable owner was even doing.

A person like herself came into existence because of his failure to remove himself from his throne and guide his own creations. Hell, even Mana herself proved to at least give Algos the raw power she needed to not be threatened by mortals; and Khala herself even nurtured her to focus in on her divine power. Yet, Devata was always silent. And if she felt this way as someone who had parts of his extract in her, the suffering from their own race's lack of embrace with him could be an even worse pain.

"...you are useless. There is no unity among our kind, is there?"

And, upon the reflection of Devata's absence, the notion of Algos's own core desire came to be. He failed as a father to be a person that could bring this world of devils together and unite them. Nobody in power could do that. Siliva and Kuanastha were fighting to make them independent and sovereign from the world, Inami seemed focused on opening up the world to outsiders, the Sirsa nation was a joke, and Mana herself was only concerned with allowing the demons to be liberated from their previous subjugation.

With all these conflicting viewpoints on what demon world and demons should be: where the hell was the sense of community and family? It was even reflected in the way the Asthavon's themselves were so divided at this point that no sense of nurturing could be made in its current state. And so, as someone with the power to alter this world and bring it to its knees, Algos was beginning to come to the conclusion that if such a mother figure was lacking in the demon world, then she herself should become it.

Yes. That would be the thing that would outlast her family, the Asthavon's, and their kingdom. These things would eventually be lost to the sand of time, but if Algos were to truly be a being that was semi-divine and to live throughout the cosmos, finding a sense of connection and bond to her fellow demonic brothers and sisters would be the course of action to seek attachment to as everything personal to her would die with enough time. If she possessed the extract of their creators, then her fellow demons were indeed her family and meant to harbor that sick demonic love for all of time.

To nurture is to give that sense of love, understanding, and unity to your children. As without it, they grow to be soulless husks of savage beast as the current reign of demons are. And so, with her current state of being and awareness, the woman's heart erupted into a roar of laughter as she had sought a purpose, a value, and a reason to exist that blew the child back against the wall as it looked on at disbelief at the change occurring in her owner.

This was not a manic laugh akin to her mother's own chaotic outburst, but one of pure joy in the sense of her own self being decayed and destroyed to create something new in that hole of her heart. A new goal that was sorely her own and allowed her to discard the chains of her previous attachment to the past, her former self, and the whims of others.

For this goal, this ambition and this desire were sorely hers and no one else's alone. And in this sense of personal liberation, the woman's power let loose a mist of white energy which was drenched in death's influence. No longer was it crimson or black, but bled the shed of white to symbolize the light of a new dawn and the revolution of self. It eradicated the hole around herself as Algos no longer needed visualizations of the past to keep her tethered to this world. It was merely a restraint to prevent her from moving forward and comprehending more of the desires of the present reality she lived in. The past was no longer sufficient.

And from this surge of will and enlightenment, Algos dared to take her power back as she saw it wither and mature into an older woman with a silver crown and cape adorned to her pure white dress. All while the heavens themselves began to release snow upon the smoldering white crater below. It was serene, relaxing, and brought with it a sense of ease. That is what The Princess desired: to bring belonging, connection, and a sense of oneness among demons and her own family. Such a goal would be absurdly hard to achieve in the current stance of the world, but if she truly has the power of the divine, then it was her hardship to bare. Thus, she limped her bloodied and haggard body toward her own power and merely offered a hand to it before speaking.

"Hey, do you know why on earth we were even fighting among ourselves to begin with....?"

There was then a smug chuckle from the older of the pair as she played along with Algos.

"You are me, so why don't you enlighten us?"

And with that, Algos carried on as the gold sun shun down on the pale white ground around them.

"It's because you were my subconscious and you came looking for a fight because you felt this truth in myself. With this....we truly can find a sense of peace and true will to ascend to the hard future ahead of us."

With a gentle nod of the head, the power agreed, and as they grabbed each other's hand the spirit appeared to gently fade into particles in the wind. Bit by bit, this figure faded as the wounds, blood and grotesque holes in Algos's body healed rapidly as she soon felt her will realized and repaired. She had a purpose, a value, and a reason to exist. All that was left to do was respect the wishes of herself and grow this value with the people she cherishes to evolve into a Queen truly worthy of befitting this world.

"We have to use this power to unite our family, our kingdom, and our world. Otherwise...it's a waste. And I won't let everything everyone has invested be for nothing. As all their lives, progression and hard work is in my hands."