Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 23
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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"Ereina is hungry, bring her some leftovers."
"Yes, My Lady." She didn't even watch the maid leave, instead keeping most of her attention on the papers in her hand... one of which was missing a corner where her hungry youngest had proverbially nibbled on it. At least it had been paperwork for the archive, so the likelihood of anyone ever seeing it after she was done were small. She reached over with one hand, resting it on the lip of the bowl that held her moldy daughter.
Alcina smiled warmly at feeling the mold ooze around her fingertips, the little thing having melted into a puddle at some point again. She probably would have to use bathtubs as beds once her youngest became too old and large for decorative bowls. "At least you don't leave a mess, do you?" In fact, Ereina was probably the cleanest of her children since she could use most things for sustenance, ironically enough.
Soft laughter escaped her at the fart-like answer to that statement. "Oh, that is not very lady-like, is it, draga mea? I do hope you grow out of that before you convince your sisters that farting is all fine." She outright laughed at an even louder fart answering her. "Oh you!" Abandoning her paperwork, she turned her full attention to the girl. Noticing that, the girl reshaped, happily squirming in the bowl until her mother picked her up. "Ciuperca mea mică... You might just have been worth that torment." She kissed the small forehead gently, cradling the almost-comically tiny shape in her arms.
Her face fell a bit at the reminder, jaws clenching as she struggled to not slip back into the memories. Around her, the light turned hazy, swimming out of focus as she looked down. Phantom-heat of her containment burned her, arms tightening around her youngest.
"Torment." A small voice echoed her and she thought for a moment that the maid had already returned and dared intrude upon her. But no, that was no maid's voice.
Her breath got caught in her throat when looking up and noticing an orange sheen over the entire room, leaving only a small circle around her free. Adrenaline surged, the Dimitrescu Matriarch shooting up from her seat. It did not even unsettle the chair, trapped as its' back was. Staggering back from the center of the room, heat burned her feet when she hit the stuff that had overtaken her entire bedroom. Standing opposite her, like a perfected statue cast from amber, was herself.
"No..." It was plea and whimper both that slipped between her lips at the realization of what was happening, Alcina stumbling when she lost her footing and falling. Curling around her youngest protectively, she was surprised when hitting the solid floor of her room instead of heat.
The amber Alcina shifted, closing the distance to her slowly in a way that reminded her too much of her own slow approaches to those unfortunate ones she considered prey. Her back hit the wall underneath her window as the creature oozed around her desk.
"Torment, indeed." The see-through figure briefly looked over her shoulder. "Nuisances." Around them, the layer of amber across all walls thickened, now measuring almost a foot in width. Anything short of a tank was not getting through those in any feasible amount of time.
"You..." Her throat was tight and dry all of a sudden, knees drawn up to protect her youngest with her body. "You are the first, aren't you? The first Nymph?"
"Yes." The still-standing Alcina answered shortly, face tilting to look on the oozing bundle of the real Alcina's arms. "My sister." In answer, Ereina lost her baby-shape, running through her mother's arms and pooling onto the ground where she slugged forward. The elder Dimitrescu froze. Even if she had felt able to move, if her daughter did not want to be picked up, she would not be able to. Rising tall in a vaguely humanoid shape, the mold-child filled the air with the pungent smell of rotting fruit.
Vaguely, the sitting woman became aware of sounds beyond the walls. Was... someone screaming? It sounded like it, but with the thickness of the amber around her, she probably could count herself lucky she had heard anything. Glancing behind her, she briefly considered tearing open the wall and jumping. She could probably make it even in her current state, but it would leave her youngest.
Her eyes widened when seeing a vague shape through the window. The image was too warped for her to recognize details, but that could only be one of her elder daughters. "Daughter..."
"No." The sound was inhumane, and the reaction instantaneous. The old matriarch screamed when the amber in her bedroom exploded into spikes, several of whom hit her, cutting deep into her flesh.
"Wait!" Scrambling, instinct drove her away from the wall, back into the room. "How many!?" It was a panicked thought, half-formed shortly after realizing her child had been trying to kill her. "How many died to you!?" Surely, the way of growth of the children was the same, unlike the rate of healing of their carriers. How many mothers had the first Nymph lost in her creation?
"Twenty..." The spikes calmed. "Twenty-one..."
More than she expected. More than she had feared. How broken was this child, for surely it was a child still considering they had only just started development on a second, young and already tainted... Barely born and already tainted.
The form outside her window was gone, likely having dived away to get help. Ereina was oozing around her, as if she was trying to be moldy armour for her mother. Beside her, her amber counterpart stood, trembling as the room trembled with her and Alcina herself trembled along with her.