Artist: Diablo Swing Orchestra - Song: Justice for Saint Mary
Word Count: 2005
The Princess of Demon World was all but slumbered away within The Royal Asthavon Palace. Within her hibernative state, she was recharging herself and preparing for the long days ahead of her. Most of her day had been spent managing the affairs of her replica shells throughout the demon and living realms, making speeches about her recent rise to power as Demon World's Princess and coping with what appeared to be -- bizarre pulsations of emotions from within the bond attached to her mother. All throughout the day a buzzing feeling ripped at Neoveta and nagged at her energy. This force was lowering her awareness, tiring it and exhausting the unfortunate Demoness to her slumber state.
So as she lay curled up in bed within her chambers inside The Royal Asthavon palace, the walls around the child grew ever darker as the world outside turned to night. Within moments, the dawning of a crimson moon lit the room with a scarlet glow. It unveiled the black and white tiles of the room, the red walls of the area and numerous chandelier's that shook across the ceiling. Panning into a circular shaped bed with red and black linen spread across it, the silver haired vessel of the gods was whimpering and sweating.
Buckling further into a fetal position, The Royal Child's breathing started to accelerate. It felt as if the space around her were hotter than the surface of the sun itself, while the inward confines of The Demoness's internal body were set afire with a blaze that gave off a sensation stronger than the core of an exploding star. Agonised at this point, the frail girl started bawling her eyes out as The Princess's mind was being slashed and hacked at by her mother and father. TWAP!
And like a raggedy ann doll, the bare body of Neoveta had been hurled out of bed and slammed against the wall with an awful thud. Vomiting red fluids and crying sapphire tears, the child seemed to be at her wits end with what was occurring with her. Clenching the floor with a groan, golden, white and red auras spiraled around her like a neverending vortex as she convulsed and grunted further.
Coming full circle with an explosive clap of thunder, the entire room got hit with what felt like an earthquake. In this shattering turn of events, the child went limp for a few seconds.
Then -- a giggle.
Eyes hidden away by her hair and turning darker than the void, the snickering child started to slowly raise to her feet. The transformation was complete and this meant the spiritual frequencies of Neoveta, The Heart of The Demon God and The Almighty Deveta could all be felt spiraling and turning within The Princess of Demon World like a raging tornado.
Surrounded by wrath, drowned by desire and filled with homicidal rage; the girl was a loose cannon for the time being. And in this fit of intense feeling, tears that were redder than the flames of hell itself started to drip down her pale cheeks. But these weren't tears forged entirely of sorrow. At least, not from Khala anyway! No. They were a combination of excitement, anticipation, happiness, lust, terror, anxiety and yearning for the person who had summoned their presence: Iriko Crow.
Together, this grouping of damaged divinity sought the most powerful of Death Gods in order for them to start becoming one. Their hearts could no longer be separated and the boundaries were going to be burned on this dark eve. No matter who stood in their way, no matter what forced opposed them -- they had to see this man. Instinct and emotions were driving them, but that did not have a single ounce of value with how far they had fallen from grace.
All that mattered -- was seeing him.
It was Him that gave them purpose. It was him that showed them the light. And it was him that gave them a new path. To repay that lone man for the love blossoming within their heart was the only right thing to do.
The warmth was overflowing within this trio of demonic godlings like a neverending stream of light from the heavens itself. It made them whole, it burned the shadows of their mind away and made them love this world and its people more by the second. So that grin of Neoveta's grew wider as the fraction of Khala that drove her tried to mask the pain of her hurt daughter. She consoled her, cooed at her and whispered sweet nothings that would make it all worth it.
She craved Iriko to, didn't she? She yearned to see him, did she not? So come with them! Be the vessel of the gods and have these desires come forth to life! That was her charm and whim that propelled them all towards the Soul Society to seek out their love. "So this it, huh?"
That questioning voice -- it was so familiar. Turning turns the sounds of a door opening, the silhouette of The Queen of Demons became apparent. Mother, sister and ruler; these were the first few thoughts that came to their mind as they stared at this creature.
Well, no. Not a creature. This was their fellow kin!
Neoveta's sweet parent seemed to be dressed rather plainly; undoubtedly sleep prior to this disturbance in their "loving" home. The veil of her transparent dress that was as black of the night itself was the first thing that came to her attention. It flowed and bounced to the cold tiled floors beneath them; giving her a view of her barefeet that had toenails were painted a lovely shade black. Fixating their crimson gaze to The Regale Asthavon's emerald stare, the bleached skin their cherished mother seemed as dead as the realm they ruled over. Yet, they had to always admire the smell of death that lingered in the woman's long flowing hair that mended into the shadows around them; much like the pointed horns that towered over her head. "Yes, this it. Mama, I am going out for awhile. You can surely guess why...."
The voice of the child was unnerved and distorted. It was if three people were talking at once to say the same sentence: Neoveta, Deveta and Khala. Mana's daughter sounded bothered, Khala was delighted and Deveta was nothing but cross. It all made for one volatile cocktail ready to burst at any second. So because of this, that glaring fact seemed to even concern Mana as she looked on with an uneasy stare.
Yet -- they'd make their intentions as clear as crystal with The Queen with their powers. After all, that was the gift of their telepathic bond, was it not? They spilled their sorrows, love, goals and dreams into Mana like a roaring river and made it flood her conscious. This caused the troubled mother to bite down on her lip due to her conflicted thoughts.
As durings this convergence of heart and mind, it filled her own chaotic element with a sense fullness and she was able to feed off it like a starved vulture consuming the rotting corpse of a dead rodent. This process was intense and it felt like she was being absolved into their-- madness. It brought a smile to her face, but it was so painful to accept as well. The situation, however, became more than understandable to her.
Reflecting upon their admiration for Iriko brought her to even realize -- she had similar pulls towards Ashlei. After all, how could she deny them if The Wicked Demoness herself had similar violent impulses towards The Queen of Hollows when they first met? It was the same thing under a different sun and new stars. They were pulled by their demonic physical to tether themselves to the people who could fulfill the needs of their mind, body and soul and Mana -- couldn't stand in the way of that. "Just...be careful with my baby."
Sighing with burden behind every word, The Demon Queen wasn't sure how many more of these complicated dilemmas she could take at this stage in her life. It was almost as if it were easier to go with the flow at this point and The Enforcer of Chaos and Discord seemed to be becoming almost -- weary -- of these things. However, The Demoness did not feel as if she were being a bad parent. In the hands of her second mother and father, there was a small chance of her daughter falling to the jaws of death.
And even if the end had befallen her child -- wasn't death their release? That was the hope she had for what occurred with Michael Asthavon. In the ashes of his demise, this type of thinking was like a crutch for her to walk on to accept this reality they were in for the time being until she was ready to fully deal with the pain. "Fear not. The horrible outcomes by the gods will be rectified. We do not desire war, Queen and Sister. We'll deliver your precious one back when our task is done."
Each of them picked up on the hints of sorrow within The Queen's heart, so their voices became struggled and wearied.
They all understood as clear as day that there was almost no going back when a demon's hunger, desire and emotions were at this much of a plateau. Mana herself felt this tenfold with the wars and battles she waged across Earth and Demon World; so she, of all people, understood this twisted and psychotic urge. Therefore, on her permission, she granted them custody to take their daughter on this morbid quest."Please understand...if I feel her life in peril...I will do what I need to for my child. I doubt it will come to that, my sweet sister and loving god, but I felt that little sentiment needed to be shared."
Closing her eyes and letting out a somber-filled sigh, the tone of Mana had been lamented; but very empathic to their plight. Despite that, though, her maternal instincts WERE still in tact and she DID love Neoveta; so The Queen would step in if things got out of hand -- if only for her. And with how distant The Demoness had been to her family recently? It felt nice to express that in a distorted sign of affection.
She didn't mean to seem so cold, but -- something was just nagging at The Lone Asthavon's heart and mind.
Nevertheless, with the contract signed by the soul, there were no need for further words. Levitating slightly above the ground, Neoveta moved towards Mana and embraced her within a warm hug. Caressing mothers head and placing her head within her bosom, the tender grasp of her breast and body gave the child comfort in this time of chaos. In return, Mana embraced that which was her adored daughter and began crying tears of black blood for them. "I am going now....but we all do love you. Learn to show yours soon. This is the era of change for us and our people."
Letting go, The Princess of Demon World dissipated into a reddened ash and Mana collapsed to her knees; curling up in a ball and deciding to retire within her daughters adobe until her return.
All that was left in their minds -- was this final poetic thought from The Heart Of The Demon God.
The breathing of noise that echoes from the darkness
Converges my reasoning into one place
Even if my love is a sin
I will no longer cry over it
There is nothing for me to fear
For now I can only share this sorrow
And can rejoice in the depths of its love
All that's left to do
Is embrace this warmness
If that's the shape of love
Then I'll NEVER regret it
This sensation I strongly clench to
I couldn't hide it
I yearned it more and more
If I can't have that, then just damage me