Category: Resident Evil Village

Rating: M

Couples: -

Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood

Chapter: 27

Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me

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Moreau was still dubious about the matter, but he could tell that neither Alcina nor the child itself would consent to a separation. So instead, he slowly backed away to his standard spot, leaving the small family on the large chair. "She does... speak the truth, Mother." He only barely flinched at the look she threw him. "If the child is a weapon, it best be kept with us instead of them."

Mother Miranda's shoulders seemed to slump a bit at that statement, though it was hard to tell with her wings wrapped around her. He could tell that she looked to the other two. Donna nodded hesitatingly, having come to a similar conclusion as he had, clearly. Karl took a bit, but in the end gave something between a nod and shrug.

"Very well then. I suppose this family has a new member..." She moved down from her rise, heading over to the large chair. Resting one hand on the leather-clad one of the mother, she considered the two Nymphs.

From his position, he could not see her face, but he could just see the face of the older of the two, half-hidden in the taller woman's dress.

"So..." Karl broke the silence. "Considering you have five grandchildren now... should we change your honorific to Grandmother?"

Someone snorted at that and he vaguely suspected it being Donna. Even Alcina's mouth-corner quirked up, while the Priestess looked ready to disembowel the engineer beside him.

"Karl..."

"You are old enough for it." The grin, Salvatore was sure, could only be called shit-eating. "Good century by now? It's almost a compliment that we're not going to great-grandma or something."

"Why do I keep you again?" She snarled.

"I wonder that regularly." The Dimitrescu matriarch dryly pointed out. "At this point, I think it's Stockholm Syndrome."

"Oy." Karl pointed at her. "Pretty certain you cannot complain about that, with all these kids you are picking up left and right. How long until one of them gives you grandchildren?"

"Unlike you, I can take responsibility of others, so that's all fine." She countered."You'd lose the child in your factory within the hour."

"Or the factory to the child." Donna pointed out with a soft chuckle. "Karl would absolutely be defeated by them."

"Very true." He spoke up, offering his brother a grin at the betrayed look he received.

"Maybe we should have him babysit." Daniela snorted. "Would get rid of the factory quickly."

"I do want that to be gone." Her mother considered. "Alas, I do not trust him to not put a vacuum or something in your little sisters."

"Can light?" The larger Nymph softly asked, barely audible.

"Let's test that first, shall we?" Her mother answered, arm resting around the small form. "I do not want you to get hurt because you melt unplanned from the warmth."

"She melts? Like Ereina?" Angie dashed over. "Show, show!"

The child nearly shot up onto Alcina's shoulders at the sudden presence of the living doll half up the seated woman. The older Dimitrescu chuckled softly, gently urging her back down into her lap. "Angie, please. She's barely used to calm people... let alone you."

"Aawwww." Angie let Donna pick her up. settling on her arm.

"Can show." The girl softly offered, raising one arm. He moved closer in interest, eyes narrowing when noticing she was twisting one of her fingers. There was a pop like disconnecting lego-pieces and suddenly one hand of the girl was four-fingered.

Holding her finger, it slowly bloated on her hand, shaping itself vaguely humanoid and then beyond.

"Now that's a sight." Mother Miranda looked down on the mini-Alcina sitting on regular-Alcina's lap. "And you can make multiples?"

"If have mass." The little form shrugged, frowning adorably as she popped out a replacement finger. "Is hard. Take lots."

He watched as the little Alcina slipped down onto the ground, starting to move around like the large one would have. Frowning, he realized that the girl looked just the tiniest bit... see-through, her hair looking just a touch glasslike. That did raise the question, if she had made a hundred for that one time, what kind of shape had she been in then?

He probably did not want to consider that question too much.

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"What do you mean, lost?"

"Nymph A is lost, sir. The containment was breached when the complex collapsed. The last camera-footage showed that it was still in containment. It no longer is."

"Bloody incompetents. Arons better be happy he is lost."

"Yes, sir. What should we do?"

"Locate Subject, find if it survived the incubation. It is clear that the Apodean Nymphs can work and are viable."

"Yes, sir. At once. Luckily Agent 262 was not at the complex."

"They are volunteering. I want results by the end of the week."

"Yes, sir."

"And tell them that if they fail, they will be the next incubator."

"At once, sir."