The Dark Rebirth of Pandora: Revenge of the Abyss

Chapter 659: Elysia Part 1

"...Ghhmm?" I let out a soft sound as my eyes open, met by a white light that makes me shut them again. I open them slowly while cradled in a warm embrace.

"Open your eyes, daughter." I hear a very beautiful voice, so I open my eyes, obeying it. However, as soon as my eyes open, I see a woman with long black hair and red eyes. Something about her makes me shiver and I start to cry.

"Elysia... that is your name, daughter. I know you are fully aware of everything. I am Pandora, your mother. Welcome to existence, my dear." She hugs me, but something in her gaze makes me shrink back.

"G-Gaah..." I don’t know how to speak, but I can understand her, so I let out uncomfortable sounds. However, she pulls me slightly away from her arms, creating some kind of surface that reflects my body.

I am a girl with long black and blonde hair and pale skin, with red eyes. I look very similar to her. A golden angelic halo floats above my head while I have a smooth black tail, but something about my appearance displeases me.

"H-Hhmmm." She presses my face against her breasts.

"Feed, daughter, because food will be scarce for you when you grow up. So eat well while you can, Elysia, because I am going to put you through an intense training regimen." She keeps my head close while I obey.

"..." She strokes my head. The contact is so strange. It’s affectionate, but carries an unpleasant weight, making me feel oppressed.

My sense of time isn’t good, so while I continue drinking her milk, I can only look up, staring into her eyes that never blink, just keep watching me.

It’s so frightening, as if she’s waiting for something, but I don’t know anything, so I try to stay very quiet.

"M-Mommy..." I murmur her name, and she finally looks away, staring at something on the wall before smiling.

"It’s been 2 weeks since you were born. I believe your infantile perception of time is quite low, and fear made you stay quiet. You even learned to speak. Impressive, daughter." She praises, but her compliment seems so... strange.

"I-I—"

"You don’t need to speak now. Come with me. I have some little clothes for you, and I will teach you to hunt your own food." She gets up from the bed I hadn’t even noticed we were in, taking me with her to a wardrobe where she pulls out some clothes and puts them on me.

Soon she places me on the floor. My small tail touches the ground to give me support so I don’t fall.

"...Elysia, do you think I’m strong?"

"...Y-Yes..." I murmur as she takes my hand with her tail and begins to walk. I follow her, holding the tail while looking around. It’s a beautiful place, but very white.

"...Does your head hurt?"

"A-A little..."

"What am I, Elysia?"

"...I-I don’t know... Mommy?"

"...It seems you are as you should be. You will still feel headaches from time to time, but don’t worry too much. You will get used to it soon. Just know that I have a rigid routine, and I do not tolerate disobedience."

"...O-Okay, Mommy..."

"Good that you understand. You’re still a bit too young. In two months we can start the routine, so for now, let’s have a little fun. Do you want to play with Mommy here? I suggest you be greedy and enjoy it."

"Because your training will be hell, and now your only chance to be joyful is this." She stops in a room full of toys. I look at her.

"I-I want to play, Mommy."

"Perfect. Everything here is yours. Let’s play together, and if you’re hungry, just say so." She enters the room, taking me with her, then removes her tail from my hand and sits on the floor.

"Dolly..." I look at a strange doll. It... seems familiar to me?

"Do you want to play dolls? Take this one here, daughter." She tosses me a black-haired doll. This doll looks like Mommy, and the other doll is a blonde woman.

"Let’s play... what?" I sit near her, not understanding anything, but wanting to please and enjoy, I just obey.

"This little doll here is named Elysia. Look, it’s your name. And this little doll in your hand is Pandora! That’s me. What you must do is kill Elysia. Make Pandora kill her."

"?!" Mommy presses her doll against mine. I look at her, confused.

"Elysia will kill Pandora if you aren’t quick. Your toys will break, and you will ’lose’ something that is yours. You must NEVER let them take what is yours."

"..."

"Attack, Elysia. Attack the little doll named Elysia and destroy her." The doll’s arms grab my doll’s head. I realize it’s going to break, so I push and press. Mommy does the same, and we start pushing against each other until the little doll with my name is torn apart.

"..." I shed tears seeing the broken toy. Something about this discomforts me. Not just the toys’ names; I feel like something is wrong.

"M-Mommy—" Before I can say anything, Mommy strokes my head with a smile that makes me feel... strange. It’s so sweet and loving, it makes me keep staring into her gaze until that feeling in her eyes chills over.

"Daughter, why do you think Pandora killed Elysia?" She asks, looking at the toys.

"B-Because Elysia was evil and Pandora was good?"

"Wrong. There is no good or evil. There is the law of the strongest. The strongest does everything." She takes the toy from my hand and crushes it. When she does that, my body flinches, and her cold stare makes me cry.

"See? That’s how the world is. If you don’t want anything taken from you, be strong. Stronger than those who can take everything from you. As long as you are weak, things will be taken from you. Learn that."

"M-Mommy? A-Ah... hyaa..." She pulls out one of my teeth. I touch my mouth, tasting blood, as she throws the tooth on the floor.

"Your fangs are not nearly sharp enough. Your posture is weak. And your whiny tone irritates me. So improve that. The tooth was a warning, love. I love you very much, but I will hurt you very badly if you fail me, okay?~"

"O-Okay Mommy... I-I’ll improve."

"Good girl." She strokes my head with a gentle tone.

"Now let’s go back to playing. Since you are being so obedient, you can choose the toy this time. We have many things." She speaks while gesturing with her hand, showing all the toys in the room.

"Y-You can choos—"

"I told you to choose. If I wanted to choose, I would have done it and not given you the chance."

"O-Okay..." I start looking for toys to play with Mommy, a little afraid of the future, but wanting to make her proud.