A Devil's (Un)Pleasant Morning [Algos/Calypso]

As the rains of decay continued to cry down into the lands below, the warm flow of manic energy pulsated in the body of Calypso. So much so that she began to see her own curse of the Asthavon be reflected as her influence, aura and power felt oh-so-similar to their mothers. That manic laugh, blackened eyes, grin, and scythe brought the image all together as Algos gazed at this contorted version of her sisters essence.

Still, she wasn't phased. In this element, she yielded the advantage as the movements of the kin had to be pained, sluggish, and drenched in the midst of this hellish storm. With the winds howling in anguish, Algos let out a soft sigh before having a focused appendage pop out of her spine and cease the scythe from hitting her as a sense of groaning demonic energy bellowed within the root of the tendril as it became alit with a crimson glow.

"Has the pain driven you so mad you took to acting like our mother to cope?"

Now with her right hand to the face of Calypso, the Asthavon sighed and blasted her back into the waters below with an eruption of focused energy meant to put pressure on her body. It sought to break her limbs, drain her of blood and continue to steadily bring that internal anguish of her soul into the heart of Algos as she started to cry further feeling the memories, helpless and overall feeling of hurt of her dear sister in her heart.

"I'm sorry if this world made you into a monster. Violence is the only thing we understand as a family, so it's the only way your terrible sister can help you."

With one hurt sniffle, the woman then had the rains below forge a thick, glob of sharpened death energy that solidified itself out of the water, harpooned itself into the stomach of Calypso, and sought to pin her to the earth as these waters sought to drown that ugly rage and anguish from her soul.

Again, Calypso wouldn't cease getting up, so Algos continued to bring the storm down upon her to wash her sibling in it's draining embrace. Without thinking twice, the spear which was chucked towards her had been broken down atom by atom to be nothing more than dust in the wind as The Princess gave a tired exhale of breath at these assaults. That madness brewing deep within her kin was growing to be uglier by the second, so the woman wasted no time holding out her right hand, grabbing Calypso by the throat and slamming her straight into a cliffside nearby with enough force to bring down an entire town if need be.

"You are bothering my sister. You aren't her. You are nothing more than a manifestation of the madness, suffering, and pain both this family, myself, and this world has inflicted upon her. That's why I brought you to the surface to drain my sister from these impurities."

At this point, Algos clenched on with the force of a thousand tiger fangs; seeking to crush the woman in her grasp as her corroding aura of death sought to seep into the body of her kin, devour the fury within, and bring this heightened rage to a cull as it was all being directed back inward within Algos. By doing these savage actions, the intent was to rid Calypso of this blinding rage, take that fury into herself and bring the suffering, insanity, and pain within Algos's mind and body as she was built strong enough to endure it.

"The only place you deserve to be is within me and not her."

"I deserve to be in hell with you. However, Calypso does not."

Algos voice rang as clear as glass in that statement. No ounce of hesitation was seen across her face as she tightened the grip on this manic representation of her sister's pain.

"But then again: you are just a figment of her pain."

With little acknowledgment, The Princess had a sphere of crimson fire whip into existence and melt away the limbs which dared to touch themselves against her arms. Though, she'd still allow the distorted creature to speak whatever it desired to her.

"I am a terrible person. Trying to drag me through the mud in this miserably edgy fashion won't change how I feel for better or worse."

All of these actions were coming to a head and beginning to haunt Algos. There was no running away, nor was there a chance to just make them disappear. The woman could only face them as best as she could. With reflections of her confidence trying to brew back into her, there was no other choice but to remain strong. If not for the redemption of herself, but for the sake of her sister. She wanted to at least do one thing right in this miserable sham of a life.

"And because she didn't deserve all the misery this life gave her, that doesn't mean you have to make it shitter with your presence."

There was no fear behind the woman's eyes. The time for that was far, far, far gone. All she could do was accept what the consequences of her actions had produced. So, in light of this reflection, the woman's own form started to dissolve into the night. Skin melted like butter to give way to pure darkness, the snowy colors of her hair turned blood and the reflections of many screaming soul's faces spread throughout her body as an aura of silver fire made the woman's cold, black body become visible in the abyss of sin the two sisters found themselves.

"Don't bring hell to the Queen of it, bitch."

Soon, Algos started hurling spiders from her mouth. These creatures were of demonic origin and began spreading down her body in order to eat through the worms trying to consume Algos. All the while, acidic blood opened up from the pours in her skin and drenched their burning grace upon the body of Calypso as it sought to continue to dissolve through her pain, suffering, and woe.

In response to all of these actions, the energy from The Princess's body expanded and started screaming out sounds of the damned spirits within her tainted vessel. The suffering was meant to be channeled deeper, deeper and deeper within the essence of Algos as she closed her horrific eyes and began to shrink in size to a small child; holding her arms to her knees in such a tender fashion as she ingested this awful array of painful memories of her sister.

"You've tried to break me down to a child before, idiot. I never forgot the dreams we had together when we were within her world. So why the fuck would I crumble before you now?"

Eyes opening wide with nothing but blood, Algos's mouth bled out an endless assortment of hisses as she grew to the heights of mountains; blocking out skies above Calypso as her furious red stare observed the visage of her small, frail sisters pain.

"What the fuck do you know of punishment? My entire being is screaming out in pain, there isn't a god damn thing you can do to punish me more than I already have been."

As her rage grew, as to did her body react by puking thousands upon thousands of centipedes drenched in sticky scarlet fluids; all of them seeking to constrain, hold and bite into the body of Calypso. However, they wouldn't cause any physical pain. No, they were seeking to chomp away at the miasma of grief, anger, and frustration in her body so that her sister could at least wake up from this battle and feel some relief. Not to take away her pain, nor to make her forget, but to make the woman revert back to normal and not be blinded by her traumas to the point of becoming a monster like her older sister. That isn't what Algos.

"In spite of that, my sister has been through worse being so powerless. So even if I am a terrible sister; I still want to remove that ugly stain I've left out of my own desires. She doesn't deserve to become an ugly monster like me and you don't know the first damn thing about being one if you think childish shit like that is going to do anything but make me more determined."