Category: Resident Evil Village

Rating: M

Couples: -

Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood

Chapter: Chapter 55

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

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Third slowly settled their form, molding it into something more fitting. They had talked quite a bit with their sisters about a good shape, but now having to actually take the shape, they hesitated. Their birth had devestated their mother, despite their best attempts at taking it slow to allow her healing to keep up.

Had they misjudged how much she could heal?

"Draga mea... Your youngest has been born." Someone spoke, a smaller woman that was holding their mother. But Third ignored them, closing in on their mother, bathed in her own blood.

"So she is..." Their mother's large hand reached for them and they closed in, settling against the open palm. "Welcome... Grania."

Grania... Third had heard that name before, Mother having actually asked them which name they'd like, on those days where there had been cuddle-piles. With the assistance of First, they had had long conversations with other family-members.

"Grania..." Her vocal cords formed slowly. "Yes." Her body formed properly afterwards, her mass flowing into the form they had discussed as well. Like a plant, her skin was dark, though her's was a humanoid brown instead of some shade of green and her hair was a flowing mass of colour that settled into a gradient from blond at the scalp to a dark sand-brown at the tip.

She had done her best to mirror her mother's features, to look like a true daughter instead of a parasite that had become free-living.

"A pleasure to meet you for real, my child." Her mother hoisted herself into a more proper seated form. "These are your relatives."

"Yes. Frederika showed me." Grania slid into her lap, looking at the people around them. Grandmother looked... she was not sure how grandmother looked, but something told her it was not positive in any kind of way.

"Right... the mental connection." Her aunt softly stated, hands neatly folded on her kneeling legs.

Her more human uncle didn't say anything, merely passing over one of the warmed bottles of blood to her mother, which the tall woman emptied in one go.

"How... are you?" Her other uncle asked softly.

"Give me a bit and I am fine." Mother answered evenly, putting the bottle beside her and curling her arm around Gracia. Her sisters had been right, this was a very nice feeling. "Gracia was quite good at pacing."

"The blood makes me doubt that, sis." Another bottle passed overhead. "You're drained dry thrice over... at least."

"Yes, but I can move still because it all got replaced in time. Ten minutes and I can return to my castle."

"After switching clothes." Grandmother gestured to a bag beside the crackling fire. "You are not returning to your other children covered in your own blood."

"Yes, Mother Miranda."