Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: Chapter 54
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Karl arrived back after what felt like hours, though it probably was only feeling so long considering she had a front-row seat to seeing her child suffer. This was even worse than when she had been forced to watch Eva die, because at least back then she had been mostly too busy sick herself to truly register what had been happening until it was too late.
Now however, Miranda was fully aware of how badly this was going for her eldest. "Fiica mea..." The entire wall beside her was full of gouges, at some places almost to the other side. "Are you still alright, Donna?"
"I can hold." The black-clad woman beside her murmured, eyes firmly focused on her sister's face. "I made sure to bring enough pollen to last me a week."
It was not the amount of pollen she was worried about, but she was kept from pointing that out by the return of her son. Karl slipped inside again, carrying a bag over his shoulder.
"I have returned with some clothes." He tellingly did not ask how things were going, the sight of his elder sister not having changed much since he left, except perhaps a drastic increase in blood all over the place. "And some bottles of blood. The triplets tried to give me a maid, but I figured they'd freeze to death before getting her and somehow I don't see Alcina appreciate a slushy."
"We'll have to hope those bottles are enough then to tide her over to the castle..." The Priestess murmured, watching as he pulled the bottles from the pack and also pulling out what seemed to be some coal and firestarters. Which he promptly used to start a small fire in one of the corners in a pile of scrap-metal he gathered.
Soon the temperature in the small building started climbing slowly but surely, as Alcina's stomach convulsed again. At least her stomach-movements were not as bad as they had been the previous time. She wasn't certain if she had been able to deal with that sight ever again, but certainly not this soon after the last time.
"Anything from Frederika?" Salvatore softly asked from his corner.
"Apparently, shortly before I got there, this Nymph reported it was almost done." Karl hung his coat over the fire, some sizzling accentuating his words when molten snow would drip down. "Aside from that, not much. Apparently it's also quite the ordeal for the one doing the leaving."
That was something, she thought as she reached over to cup the taller woman's cheek, caressing it carefully. Despite the cold, it was clammy with sweat and blood and she could just see through the cloudedness of the golden eyes that the pupils widened. Even through the haze of Donna's pollen, Alcina was already craving blood. But she did not dare already give her any, worried what might happen if her daughter had another convulsion while drinking.
It would be the height of the Universe's justice against her if she watched her blood-drinking daughter drown in blood...
Almost as if in answer to her thoughts, Alcina convulsed, nearly braining herself on the stone floor of the building before jerking backwards and denting the wall.
"It's time..." Donna whispered, eyes afraid as the dress still lightly covering her sister's legs started moving. "Should I...?"
"Let it fade... slowly." The Priestess scooted forward, wrapping her arms around the fur-covered shoulders to keep her from trashing around much more.
The room was already filled with the irony scent of spilled blood, but something else now mixed in as the once-white velvet billowed upward and something started oozing through it.
It was the putrid scent of rot, of bodies left outside too long and being devoured neither by the animals or the elements, but simply decaying with nothing done to speed the process. The scent of a lycan's kill abandoned by the lycan in a hidden place...
For all of a few moments, when it sweetened, bringing to mind the mental image of Ereina devouring a fruitbowl, decaying the sugars within moments.
In the end, it settled in something that was distinctly flowerly, as if the Nymph had kept taking up DNA even as it was born and had fished Donna's pollen from the air to assimilate it into its' own body.
Just a bit thicker than water, a milky pastel-purple liquid pooled around Alcina's legs, mixing with the red blood and solidifying slowly into a humanoid shape.
"Mother...?" The Dimitrescu Matriarch slowly woke in her arms, large head carefully resting on her shoulder and two wings wrapped around her to make sure she did not slip.
"Draga mea..." Miranda pressed a gentle kiss to the sweat-soaked forehead. "Your youngest has been born."