Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 26
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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By the time she arrived, Alcina and her daughters were already there. Donna suspected she had come early to give the two youngest a bit to get used to the place or something. Ereina was blissfully asleep, from what she could tell, golden bowl filled with light-brown mold that was pulsing calmly as usual. The second child, the newest one, was sitting beside said bowl on the large lap of the oldest Dimitrescu. The triplets were hovering nearby - literally in the case of Cassandra.
It looked like the stereotypical irish she had heard about; pale with bright orange-red hair that was a mass of curls almost twice the size of her head itself. Fire-orange eyes looked over when hearing her enter. Unlike her sister's eyes, these were sharp and distrustful. Clearly, this was no innocent newborn, but someone who had already endured things. Then again, Ereina had also been more than capable of making judgement calls, considering her actions shortly after being born.
"Donna. Angie." Alcina greeted her softly, large hand settling on the mass of curls. "This is Frederika."
"Well met." She hesitantly offered, stepping up to her sister's chair to get a closer look at the newest member of the Dimitrescu-family. She was wearing one of the dresses she had already send up to the castle, a dark-green dress which bordered on black.
"Hello." There was something unsettling about the voice that answered her. Something unnatural, like the voice came from something manmade. Considering what she knew of the Nymphs, that actually would be close to the truth.
Behind her veil, she smiled when noticing that Ereina was reshaping into a baby, reaching for her. Alcina tilted the bowl lightly, letting her pick the form up. She had barely settled the baby-shaped mold in her arms when the others arrived.
"Alright, first of all...!" Karl was barely inside the room, Mother Miranda just arriving after him, when he marched over to Alcina. "What the fuck are you thinking!? How the fuck are we supposed to keep you safe from those people if you take in one of their weapons?"
"She is a child, Karl, not a weapon." The elder Dimitrescu snarled in answer. "I much prefer something as powerful as her where we can keep an eye on her, doubtful as her helping them again would be."
"Alcina." Mother Miranda gently shooed her back to her own seat, which Donna did quickly. "You outright admitted to me that she spawned those things that took you. She maimed Bela and from what we read on that laptop, severely wounded and in fact, nearly killed you!"
"All the more reason not to leave her where those... those... things could get their hands on her." Alcina's voice dropped into a growl. "She did not willingly work with them, of that I am assured. Keeping her out of their reach is the best course of action."
"Until they come for her." The Dollmaker spoke up softly, still cradling Ereina. "And what then?"
"Considering they are probably going to come for me first..." The claws of the Dimitrescu matriarch tightened into her armrest, digging into the wood easily. "It hardly matters if they come for three or two..." Even at the distance and in the gloomy darkness, she could see the tightened muscles on her sister's neck.
"What do you think, Salvatore?" The Priestess looked over to the most mutated of the four Lords.
"Mhmm..." He looked between them all, before slowly making his way over to his white-clad sister to look up at her newest daughter. From what Donna could tell, the child shrunk back a bit at his closeness. Did she know that his acid had made easy work of her created stuff or were it simply his looks that made her recoil? "How did you get here? How did you find this place?"
"Walked." The unnatural voice answered and at the gentle nudge of Alcina, she continued hesitatingly, struggling with the words. "Kept in deep box. You break lab, break box. Oozed out. Took while get past rubble. Felt sister. Came here."
"There's some kind of mental connection between them." Alcina patted the small head. "Apparently my little mushroom had been playing navigator for her older sister once she was born." She looked over to the small form in Donna's arms. The Dollmaker looked down at the form, gold-brown eyes meeting her gaze evenly, clearly having seen nothing wrong with what she had done.
"So they just need to get another to get easy pointers to here?"
"No!" The small form shot up, looking furious at the speaker; Karl. Standing on Alcina's chair, the trembling girl looked almost comical. "Never!" Almost, since her shape was fluctuating, something roiling under her skin like the surface of Moreau's reservoir in a storm.
"Mica mea bijuterie." Alcina pulled her back down.
"No." The girl let her. "Never. Dead Mothers. No more. Never more." There was something akin to a break in her voice at that. "Too many."
"Of course, darling. There were far too many." The older woman conceded softly, tugging her close.
"Not want." Donna barely heard the words, muffled as they were inside her sister's shoulder.
"I sincerely doubt... that they'd bother making another... without me." Alcina quietly pointed out. "It... truly... only I am a feasible option for... more." She was looking away, her hat obscuring her face from the rest of the Lords and Mother Miranda. "There will be... no more Apodean Nymphs... unless they have me."
The large form trembled, which urged her daughters close. Even Ereina melted out of her arms, oozing over to the chair quickly, where she wound her way around one of the intricate legs to settle beside her sister.