My Rotten Goddess [WW4 Training Arc] [Mana/Cali]

Caly faltered a bit as she saw her mother's body dematerialize, the dream realm around her warping to become all the more hostile; the sky seemed to have a nasty surprise, and the earth below was lit aflame. She felt the licking of flames, pain cresting her body and melting her energy, wishing to break down everything she was into a painful slurry. Though as she saw her options, descending onto the earth seemed like the far less dangerous option, the lesser of two evils.

In the mere seconds she took to fall into the earth, she knew that she would be in big trouble if the flames fully took her. She stared above her, flaming wings dangling up as she fell. What a precarious position she got herself into... Both up and down were technically wrong, but was down really that much of a bad option? She felt a strange pit of emptiness within her, the sense of hopelessness that she desired to not acknowledge throughout her growth.

Wait.
Make it grow.
Use all avenues to get myself out of this.

She grasped this feeling, hard, as hard as she mentally could, in an attempt to birth something to save her from this fall. This feeling of empty hopelessness crawled across her whole body like a sickness, her wings dissipating into nothing as she closed her eyes.

I feel like... I'm not here.

She fell closer, and closer to the earth, expecting flames to bite and sap away her strength into nothing. Fell, and fell, and fell.. And then finally...

Nothing.

Literally, nothing.

Her eyes opened in almost shock, her heart roaring in her ears as her eyes looked around bewildered. It was suddenly completely dark, but she looked all the closer. She could make out faint hints of dirt, moving up away from her.

Dear lord, she was still falling. It was an almost unreal experience; Calypso had completely fallen through the flames, through the earth itself. As if she noclipped out of reality, Calypso had made her body attain the properties of nonexistence, aside from literally ceasing to exist. It was a mesmerizing experience; she hardly heard anything, she felt nothing, any attempts at breathing just had the air go right through her. The only sense that worked as intended was sight.

Soon, she was falling out the other side of the floating chunk of earth, and as everything looked safe, she squeezed her eyes shut, before she fell into the cherry-kissed abyss.

I'm real.

Gasping came from her as her wings reformed. Her body felt solid again, air entered her lungs, she could feel the atmosphere. That experience was somewhat scary, but her mind acclimated to the insane idea. It was mad, it was amazing, she felt more alive, if anything!

But now, was the time to retaliate.

She formed several dragon-esque heads from her tendrils and hands, all of them charging an energy rich beam. She had to be pretty damn explosive, and this was probably the most copious use of her energy in a singular direct attack. They charged, and hummed, until finally..

The earth in which she fell through would then start to crack apart from her mother's end, and in turn, a massive black and white beam of energy exploded forth. This attack wasn't quite meant for the woman, and even if it didn't hit her, it sought to destroy the chains hanging in the sky as a gigantic hole was burst through the earth the young Asthavon hung under.

Caly floated like a feather on still drafts beneath the earth she just blew to kingdom fucking come, hearing her mother's congrats, but knowing she had more bullshit in store, and indeed she had, filling the skies with more fucking arrows! Calypso hardly needed to think to come up with a reaction; A big ass attack? Well, maybe she herself just needed to get BIGGER!

Bright purple cracks seemed to appear on the girl's stomach as arrows rained down, and in a sudden, swift movement, a gigantic, bright purple maw was where a small girl once was, taking in all the arrows and dissolving them into purple energy, just to bend them to her will, turning the giant purple mouth into a trap with a ridiculous amount of purple arrows sticking out. The movement to form such a giant creature was as if the girl turned herself inside out, suddenly the creature she had turned into flew right at Mana, mouth agape, wishing to clamp down and stab the fuck out of her mother like some insane iron maiden made of fire.

A good look at the creature would reveal that Calypso had completely transformed into a serpentine dragon, bearing six wings made of the same energy she crafted for her initial wings, her body dark purple and burning deeply with energy, flying at her mother with incredible speed. The insane mass she gained in mere seconds was mesmerizing, possibly being able to fit entire vehicles, perhaps even a small building in her mouth. This wasn't mass out of nowhere; the girl had a massive body, but merely didn't have enough control of her own energies to yank it into usability; The amount she had present would possibly only amount to 10% of her actual form.

An excited roar came from, well, everywhere around her body, as she raced towards the woman, threatening to trap her.

As her mother sought to slice into her flesh with that deadly weapon, green sigils flared to life at the spot where her mother initially attacked. It greatly softened her blow, barely a scratch upon her massive flank as her very existence crackled with energy. However, it didn't entirely stop the sensation of chaos energy kissing upon the place, causing her to bleed glowing purple energy from the place of attack, a frustrated grunt coming from the now massive Asthavon. Caly experienced something, weird; It felt as if she could see everything around her, her mind processing all 360 degrees, all three dimensions, all at once. It was almost nauseating, but she could keep track of her mother through this bizarre process. It felt as if she was looking through some unseen eyes upon her flesh, her mind learning to process this barrage of information.

She saw her mother blow that deadly kiss, towards her tail as she floated seamlessly, though wasn't able to move out of the way in time due to her very senses being overloaded, her body shivering and the sensation of pain dawning upon her as she felt some portion of her energy experience entropy, an angered roar filling the space of her mother's dream world once more.

Oh. I can't talk like this huh?


With a mighty thwack of her body, Caly moved to swat her mother away with her massive tail, though at the same time her body did something damn near insane; Thousands of tendrils formed from her body, launching towards her mother, scaled with protective purple currents as her massive body twisted and turned, seeking to form a massive sphere to trap her mother within, as she mentally reeled with pain. She had only one option, and that was to quickly eject that portion of flesh, which she did, a pained roar coming from her energy rich mouth as the chunk that was affected by her mother's DE, a massive volume of blue blood coming forth as the wound was created, the chunk floating off and dissolving into a black cloud as it rotted away. Though her flesh healed, that sensation brought some manner of fear to the girl's mind.

She roared in response to her mother's taunt, regardless of the woman's movements, her tendrils moved at her, wishing to match her speed and stab the absolute shit out of her, and suck away at her energy as well, much like the ugly little mosquito tongue bits she threw at her earlier.

The dragon form that Calypso has assumed roared with energy as she sought to burn her mother within her trap, however such a thing was quickly thwarted with a burst of her own energy, in response to the sensation and sight of her bursting, Calypso's body quickly shrunk, untangling and moving away from her mother as her mass was taken back in, though not entirely returning to her humanoid form..

The thick, pulsating form of shimmering darkness the demon had momentarily transformed into was soon burning with a purple glow. Large, bright, feathered purple wings suddenly spawned from the darkness, and with a spreading of them, did the immediate area rapidly become engulfed in a dark purple mist, small crackles of all different kinds of colors appearing within it, forming mesmerizing, blinking eyes occasionally. Existing in this mist would be flat out dizzying, however if her mother tried to leave it, she would simply find herself in more mist. It had an almost hypnotic effect, making anyone lost within it, even if the mist only truly covered about two city blocks worth of space.

Any incorrect moves would be met with the sensation of burning talons striking her mother's form, the shape the young one had now assumed completely invisible in the mist, only being visible for a mere half second of a flash of purple, as Calypso's speed of sound level of strikes would only become more consistent the more she were to miss. The mist did not move or stir from it's current space, and even if her mother were to try to use energy to blow it away, it would only become melted away, minorly disturbed as she incorporated her energy assimilation into this strange murky fog.

Caly could sense it; Her mother was aiming to do that death bullshit again. Oh, what was the little birdie to do? She spoke no words, her borderline invisible form flying about the space of darkness, sensing the coming entropy, as she took a deep breath. If she wanted to get at her mother, she couldn't do a massive attack or anything like that to disturb the fog; if anything this is the most inanimate she's managed to get the witch. Caly took a deep breath, knowing she'd have to do something really screwy to manage an attack on her once more, but could she even do it?

She can. That's where her desires led, any room for doubt would make the effectiveness falter. She released a deep breath, knowing she was about to do something utterly mad, but that's just the kind of thing this family bred, yes? Madness by no means was a strange concept at this point, she'd embrace the sheer insanity of her future movements as she flew into the ever increasing cloud of death.

Her wings would begin to flake, a sense of burning numbness would run along her flesh. She shuddered as she tried to focus. If she did nothing or couldn't overcome it, she would die. But a dead creature was not what she went through all this bullshit to become.

Focus.

Her body continued to break apart and decay, slow pained breaths leaving whatever form she could call a mouth, utter silence forming in the field as she was trapped in the darkness.

What do I want?

She asked herself this question. She knew that making her desires known to herself during such dire situations was what forced her to birth a new way to materialize her wishes. Her eyes slowly shut as she momentarily lost consciousness from the steady loss of energy her body was entirely composed of, her form reverting to her humanoid features.

I...

I want... To live...

The decomposition suddenly ceased, a slight shimmer of color coming from her decaying body, as if a match trying to light.

..And strike the Demon Queen!

Her closed eyes suddenly shot open, her irises going from gold to a bright pearly white, her pupils slitting and rigidly darting towards the direction of where her mother lurked. Suddenly her body would erupt in similarly colored prismatic fire, the flames sprouting in small clusters along her body. The death energy around her wasn't repelled, destroyed or blocked, no, if anything it was assimilating with Calypso, and rather than being produced in it's original form, it was converted into these brilliant flames, who burned to protect their master...

Her wings burned to life once more, laced with these flames of protection as she aggressively flew towards her mother, presenting herself as a defiant force of nature. Her arms and legs had turned completely black, her skin taking a paler shade as her hair flew in the breeze of her approach, her hair whipping around violently, hints of white even entering the strands. She yelled, exposing a mouth of predatory incisors, her horns having gotten bigger and more curved.

BURN. HER.

Was the only thought that crossed her mind as her clawed, black hands lunged fiercely at the woman, and with them would a rush of white flames join them in the attack as she plagued her mother with them, grabbing her tightly and refusing to let go if she successfully grabbed her.

While the colorful flames protected their owner, they would inflict horrible burning onto the woman, her sheer instinct to win only increasing the volume of flames.