A world of misery and war, the young woman's awareness on the inevitable approach. Countless years going by, little change towards the future.

A realm with endless possibilities, this place inspiring her long ago. The deity turning to her, his eyes meeting with the devil's, both faintly smiling at the other.

Valor shortly walking to the bed, climbing onto it. Sitting next to his wife, the two bracing against the other.

"I know, and while I may not like it, I will at least protect this village." Cyra's soft tone.

"Heh, well, that is probably a while off. Until then, you're gonna get annoyed." Wrapping his arms around her, cuddling the young woman.

"Hehe, oh stop it Val!" her bright smile.

These old friends sharing a laugh, a moment raising the demon's spirit. Her sad day, many shining their light, leading her out of the abyss.

Words remaining with her, light always existing in the deepest of darkness. The two companions looking at the other, soon sharing a kiss.

Shortly lying down on the bed, underneath their thick covers. The young woman eventually falling into a slumber in his arm, that deity gazing to the direction of the balcony.

"Ya know, so many years ago, I never would have imagined this kind of life..." The god's faint grin.

A god meeting someone long ago, that person becoming his best friend, showing him a noble demon's pride.

An individual constantly rising to her challenges, surpassing the most unlikely situations, proceeding as herself.

A person bringing forward miracles, wrapping countless in her warmth. Someone continuously falling, yet rising stronger than before.

A simple desire driving her way, her soft heart guiding her. A few hours going by, Cyra's tensing expression.

Emotions flowing through her, a voice echoing in her mind. That demon in crimson armor, the young woman never forgetting those eyes.

Her intensifying heart rate, quickly opening her vision. This dark room, her eyes on Valor. That deity sound asleep, his arm around her.

"You think I never noticed?" a cold voice piercing through her.

Immediately shifting her attention to the front of the bed, the devil's gaze on Ardin. His red eyes stabbing through her, her unrestful heart.

A demon boiling her blood, someone stripping away her freedom long ago. Those many years of bondage, torment eternally within her.

Anger from her vision, quickly sitting up. Her action awakening Valor, the deity rubbing his eyes. Shortly lowering his hand, looking at her.

His attention soon to the front of the bed, seeing nothing there. The god sitting up, reaching for her. His companion hitting away his hand, gripping her arms, her head below.

"Cyra...it is okay, nothing is there. Remember, you killed everyone and everything that can be a threat to you, you're safe..." Valor marginally shifting his attention.

Memories forever with her, the young woman's choice to accept them. Needing to proceed, trying to tackle tomorrow one step at a time.

The deity slowly inhaling and exhaling, moving closer to her, wrapping his arms around her. His head on her shoulder, gently rubbing against her cheek. These constantly gripping feelings, her unrestful heart.

Two in a peaceful village, yet her torment still remaining. Those companions soon lying down together, the devil's unease. Her partner staying awake, comforting her.

That young woman eventually returning to her slumber, her old friend thinking on ways to help her. The next day coming soon, those two finding themselves on the lower floor.

Plants lining the corners, the granite floor shimmering from the sunlight. A chandelier hanging high, statues of their many friends along the walls.

The demon standing with a picture in her hand, countless coming to her aid. Valor behind her, his hand at the back of his head.

"I wonder how everyone is doing, I know I just walked out on them...there is always another battle..." Cyra slightly looking away.

"Maybe so, but those battles are for another, yours was in the past." His gentle voice to her.

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Stepping a bit forward, wrapping his arms around his companion. Their eyes on the picture, seeing everyone's bright smiles.

Her many sorrowful years, the young woman extending her hand, blanketing countless in her warmth. A great war coming, innumerable returning to assist her, bringing an end to the conflict.

The Iconoclast taking up the throne in the heavens, working to bring Asgard back to its glory. Eventually fighting one final battle, eternally engraving everyone's desires. Her presence now in a small village, living a good life.

Fernandez soon walking in, the iguana moving up to the side of the two, curiously looking up at the them. The demon kneeling to him, holding the picture for the three to see.

"Even you came to my aid, thank you." Cyra smiling at him.

An entity once alone, those many coming to her aid, walking along her dark road. Their guiding presence, leading her towards the light at the end of the nightmare.

The animal sitting down like a dog, proudly barking. The young woman and her partner laughing, relishing in these pure sentiments.

A heart finally free, her soul taking flight. Someone continuously pushing forward, wishing to see the future's result.

A loud knocking at the door, the demon standing. The three's confusion in the direction, soon making their way to it. Opening the door, their eyes on the shopkeeper out of breath.

"Lucy, what is wrong?" Cyra's hand on the shopkeeper's shoulder.

"Invaders! People are being slaughtered out there!" her urgent voice.

This alarming news, an attack on the village. The young woman integrating into this simple life, these people to her heart. Her eyes to her partner, shortly looking down to the iguana.

The three nodding in agreement, their visions on their path forward. The devil urging Lucy into her home, this valuable friend to her.

The few soon at the center, that demon in her gold armor, her noble crimson cape stretching down the lower half of her back.

Her feathery helm on her, the velvet ribbon tying at the end of her hair, Lævateinn and Reviver crossing on the lower half of her back.

Valor wearing his shining armor, Yanesa at his waist. The iguana at his side, an animal awaiting the conflict.

"Any details you can share?" Cyra positioning her arms in a thinking posture.

"From what I can gather, it is due to how this village is prospering. They want the land, they also believe a deity is residing here due to those miracles." Lucy slightly looking down.

"So, the basics. Very well, just leave it to us." Valor scowling a bit, his hand to his chin.

Fernandez proudly barking, assuring the shopkeeper. Those three soon heading out, Lucy turning to them in concern, her hands to her chest.

The few making their way to the center of the village, their eyes on the raging fire. Many dead bodies on the ground, blood everywhere. Men, women, children, all sweeping away in the madness.

The demon recognizing countless, lowering her head, fury in her eyes. Gripping Reviver, raising the staff high. The Seraph behind her, motioning their hand over the devil's own.

A warm light washing over the village, divine energy sinking into innumerable bodies, returning them to life. One by one, the people rising from the earth, their eyes on their hands. The children looking over to the demon, relief from them.

"Cyra!"

Kids racing over to her, the older ones turning their eyes to the young woman. An individual cherishing their lives, wishing to embrace in many more experiences. These valuable memories, refusing to allow their silence.

Choosing to intervene, selfishly grabbing hold of her desires. A heart no longer maintaining balance, someone freely soaring, granting a miracle.

The children surrounding her, those adults soon making their way to her, voicing their concerns. Valor settling them, urging everyone to find safety. The sounds of heavy footsteps soon to their attention, many facing the direction.

Men in armor, riding on the backs of horses. One from the day before, that man in the carriage. His vision on the Iconoclast, her eyes captivating him.

"So, the rumors are true, a deity does reside in this dump of a village." The calm general.

His words boiling her blood, fury stretching from her gaze. An action to draw her out, this chaos everywhere. Attacking these innocent lives, slaughtering them in this bloody battlefield.

Problems always following her, these ill sentiments flowing through her. Darkness spilling from her, the villager's eyes on her. Feeling her black warmth, its animosity to her enemies.

A strange one coming into their home, becoming like family to them. Those men dismounting their horses, Fernandez angrily scraping his claw against the ground.

"My order is to bring back the reason for this village's prosperity, so if you do not mind, that is all the request is of." The general bowing, some unease from him.

"You come here, attacking my friends, my family. Disrupting my life, what makes you think I will be negotiating?" Cyra coldly swinging out her arm.

Her extending negativity, crushing her enemies beneath her pressure. An entity returning for a moment, displaying her rage.

Raising her demon sword, swiftly striking it across the land. Rendering the earth asunder, massive rocks flying into the air.

Horror in many, seeing the deep path below. Lucy running in, her eyes on the damage, shockingly covering her mouth. The devil leaping over the hole, shortly walking up to the general.

His unease, looking into those crimson eyes. The young woman grabbing his armor, raising him high. Surprise from the surrounding soldiers, their hasty hearts.

"Here is a message to deliver. Never step foot in this village again, otherwise, the damage you see all around? I will return it a thousand folds." Her voice piercing through him.

A guardian to the village, helping them proceed towards the future. Not allowing these actions, instilling fear into her enemies. The demon shortly tossing aside the general, soon seeing many scrambling.

Those soldiers mounting their horses, immediately fleeing the place with their general. The harshly burning fire, Cyra directing everyone.

Countless diligently working, putting out the flames. Time going by, everyone finally able to catch their breaths.

The children running up to the devil, grabbing at her, her bright smile on them. Walking onward, her arms around the kids.

Valor and Fernandez watching from the side, both looking to the other, nodding in agreement. An entity embracing her simple life, guiding others in her warmth. The villagers feeling safe, their high trust in the Iconoclast.

I loathe the battlefield, this pain never leaving. No matter, I now live this life with Valor, I cannot ask for anything more. This being my deepest desire, another adventure with so many...

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Cyra —> Those Free to Embrace their Heart's Desire

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