Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 13
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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"What the..." Karl stopped Donna for moving forward, instead using the handle of his large hammer to poke the mass between Alcina's legs. It had let go of the blanket, but still...
It felt distinctly like he was pushing a particularly stuffed pillow, so he hooked the blanket to pull it free of the bed.
"Eugh..." Behind him, Donna sounded like she was close to puking at the sight that greeted them. A writhing heap of pale-brown mold that hung between slimy and hairy was squished between the elder Dimitrescu's legs, as if someone had allowed a large chunk of bread to go completely moldy and had pushed it between the two limbs. The tendrils that had hooked the blanket had been braids of particarly long mold-hairs, two of which had been pulled off in their attempt to hold onto the blanket and now twitched on the blanket on the floor.
Even as they watched, the mold started spreading, covering every last bit of blood that had been spilled in its' birth. Seemingly realizing that it was being watched, it shrunk at the same time, pressing down into the crevasses of Alcina's body, scooting under her nightgown.
It didn't seem to be outright doing anything to the tall woman, so he risked poking it again. The reaction was instantaneous, mold shooting up the handle, giving him distinct swarming vibes. He let go on instinct, finding to his horror that the thing could actually hold the weight of his hammer. The mold expanded like a fuzzy balloon, slowly covering more of the bed while the hammer got quickly overtaken by the writhing mass. The hairs combined into spikes, growing and shrinking threateningly.
Perhaps he should not have poked it that second time.
"Cease..."
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Her entire body hurt and felt like lead, but she could feel the mold spreading over her body. She had no clue what had happened to cause that reaction, but she could feel the hum of her daughters nearby.
"Cease..." She only had to hope that it would actually listen to her. It felt like it did, the area of her body that felt its' weird combination of slime and fuzz lessening.
She was quickly distracted from that train of thought, as her daughters rushed to her side.
"Mother! Mother? Mom!?" All three clamoured at once, their hands cradling her head.
"Little... bugs..." She managed to curl her mouth into a faint smile, struggling to drag open her eyes. The sight that greeted her when she managed was well worth it though, her three daughters hovering over her. They were beaming, tear-tracks running down their faces. "Darlings..."
"Mom..." They crowded her, pressing against her as tightly as they could. "Mother..."
Bela was the first to draw back, gently scooting her own body behind that of their mother, supporting her into a more upright position.
Too weak to do much more than talk, Alcina let her head rest in the crook of her daughter's neck, relaxing as the other two curled up against her sides. At the same time, she realized she had to do something. Her legs still felt covered in mold, which desperately made her want to get a bath.
Dragging open her eyes again, she looked down her own body. The mound of mold was exactly where she felt it, pulsing softly and rhythmically, warming those parts of her legs like a heated blanket. Well... this was something, that was for certain.
"Come... here..." She would have to analyse her memories for a final decision regarding the thing's fate, but leaving it there would not work in the short run, certainly.
"Mother..." Cassandra spoke up, hand disappearing behind her hip as if to go for her scythe.
Alcina managed to clack her tongue, the non-verbal way to tell her daughters to stop talking. She smiled weakly at her second child. "Let... it..."
The brown-haired woman settled her hand back around her mother's arm, looking at the moldy thing. The thing itself didn't react for a bit, the small family waiting with baited breath.
After a bit, it started moving, shuddering as it did so. It slowly condensed as it pulled free from her nightgown, looking a bit like a giant slug as it made its' way up her legs.
Behind her, Bela hissed, arms tightening around her mother protectively. Alcina smiled weakly, managing to move one of her hands to her own lap, offering it to the creature. The thing hesitantly stretched out part of itself, like a small mammal sniffing her hand to determine if it was safe. Apparently deciding it was, it settled the part in her hand, entire form shifting and shrinking in her lap.
Someone gasped, though she wasn't sure which of her daughters it was as the creature formed into a small baby. Its' skin was the same pale shade of brown-grey of the inside of a mushroom and the small dusting of hair on the girl's head a slightly darker brown-shade. The small form squirmed a bit, head resting in the Dimitrescu Matriarch's large hand as it tried to roll over to look upward.
The eyes that looked up were also shades of brown, the 'whites' being a pale-tan that could probably pass for white under the right lighting and the irises being a shade of tan that bordered on gold. Strangely enough, despite making eyecontact, it didn't actually have any pupils with which it should have been able to see her.
"Well..." She managed to move her thumb in a faint caressing motion over the small cheek beside it. From something that had felt like she could have been swallowed whole by it, it was certainly tiny now.
"Well, indeed." A new voice spoke up, one she had not expected. Whipping her head up, she groaned when that send everything spinning around her, pressing her eyes closed against the carousel that her bedroom had turned into. "Easy, Alcina, easy..." Mother Miranda softly soothed her, clawed hands reaching out to steady her.