A demon walking alone in an abyss long ago, binding in bondage. Eventually refusing to remain in silence, running out into the distance with her shaky wings. Ascending to her challenges, wrapping others in her black warmth.

Seeking after her deepest desire, her companion following her. The demon stepping on the domain of the gods, damning the Nine Worlds.

An entity able to grasp the tiniest chance, turning it into a reality. Her numerous years in despair, many diving in, pulling her away from her sorrow.

Those individuals returning on a certain day, allowing for her ascension. A person able to face actuality as herself, scarring everyone's emotions into Elrich Velzar.

A coming time, the devil descending to the land. Choosing to settle down in the mortal world, enjoying a simple life.

Finding herself in a small village, their brick houses and farms at each end. Smaller shops on the sides, horses pulling wagon supplies. The wide open sky, the refreshing breeze.

This peaceful place flourishing since her arrival, many believing it a miracle of the gods. The children joyously running about, workers being more at ease.

The grassy field around, a nice scent flowing through. Cyra conversing with a shopkeeper, the young woman in gold armor.

Her noble velvet cape stretching down the lower half of her back, that feathery helm on her head. A red ribbon tying at the end of her hair, this most valuable treasure to her.

Her old friend standing at her side, the once supreme deity. The god wearing casuals, a grey shirt and long blue pants. Kids running up to Cyra, fighting over her attention.

"Hey! I was here first!" a boy protesting.

"Nuh-uh!" a girl pouting.

The deity glancing to his companion, seeing her smile. An individual waiting a long time, finally witnessing her true bliss. Her many years of conflict, a heart constantly in pain.

Her soul wishing to be free, someone tackling against countless enemies. Her displeasure for the battlefield, yet always having to fight.

The god eventually taking her away from it, finding a place for them both. That demon mostly putting down her arms, relishing in this pleasure, a village flourishing since her arrival.

Cyra kneeling to the children, her vision on them. The kids gathering around, excitement in their eyes.

"Cyra! Can you tell us more of what is out in the world?!" the boy's excitement.

"I believe I may have some time later today." The young woman's soft voice.

Disappointment in those innocent eyes, their wish to hear about her endless tales. No matter, their understanding to be patient.

The entity placing a hand on each of their heads, those children happily clinging to her. A handful of them, her heart feeling right at home.

The devil shortly standing from the ground, her vision to the shopkeeper, both of them laughing. The kids at her sides, staying close to her.

Valor scratching the back of his head, slightly smiling at the sight. A demon's many tormenting years, her wounds both physically and emotionally. A person maintaining her soft heart, truly living her deepest desire.

"You and Valor traveled a lot before settling down here, right?" the female shopkeeper folding her arms.

"Yes, we have countless stories." Cyra faintly smiling.

"I am not forgetting that one time, where I was forced to be your servant..." Valor looking to Cyra, his humorless gaze.

Cyra covering her mouth, remembering the hilarious event. Two in a village, a situation playing out to her pleasure.

The young woman soon playfully hitting her shoulder against her old friend, that sighing deity. Many years since the occurrence, their bond becoming even stronger.

The laughing shopkeeper, this pleasant experience. Hearts uniting as one, their desire the same. The children looking up to the two, wondering on the demon and god's adventures.

"You said you've pretty much given up fighting, so I've been curious on why you still wear your armor. Is it something really valuable?" the shopkeeper slightly tilting her head.

"That is part of it. However, it is more that, I need it..." Cyra slightly looking away, gripping her arm.

"Oh...I apologize, I should not have asked..." The woman looking down a bit.

The deity glancing to his partner, his sad eyes. Safety with her armor, those many branding years on her. Pain eternally on her soul, the numerous nights awakening in agony.

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Days forever with her, a heart trying to move past it for good. The gentle surrounding breeze, those children slightly tilting their heads, worrying about the young woman.

Her horrific old days, never ending conflicts. One walking in the deepest abyss, her loneliness for a long time.

"Think nothing of it." Cyra calmly looking to the shopkeeper.

Her haunting days from the past, the many sleepless nights. One from high above destroying her joy, a chain effect throughout time.

The young woman meeting her old friend underneath a tree, some happiness entering into her life. Two tackling their challenges, yet a certain night coming.

Her bliss going away, an existence living in fear of another for a long time. Death releasing her for a moment, her anger building for years. Unleashing her hatred, devouring the one she loathes.

Racing after her simple desire, her wish driving her to the domain of the gods. The young woman looking down at the children, her gentle eyes on them.

"You all behave now, I have to be going." Cyra's soft voice.

"Okay..." A distant girl.

"We will..." A boy's hand behind his head.

Valor and the shopkeeper's eyes distantly on the devil heading on her way, many things weighing on the demon's mind. The uncertain children, sadness gripping at them.

Her sorrow paining them, usually seeing her happy. Their visions shortly to each other, all nodding in agreement.

These uniting hearts, their resolves to see it through to the end. Those kids shortly splitting up, proceeding with their plan. Valor scratching the back of his head, soon facing the woman.

"Sorry..." The shopkeeper apologizing, sadly gripping her arm.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Believe it or not, she is a lot better nowadays. Before, she used to keep her emotions bottled up, and that made her even more terrifying on the battlefield..." Valor grimly looking away.

The young woman's terrifying display, her feverish emotions scarring into her enemies. Her countless battles in the past, one embracing her imperfections and selfish desires.

A heart in agony, yearning to make her deepest wish into an actuality. One never giving up, always finding the smallest chance, turning it into a reality.

A person extending her hand, wrapping others in her light. That devil mostly putting down her arms, living her dream. No matter, those wounds never leaving her.

"Do you think, she can ever truly recover...?" the woman's hands to her chest.

"I...honestly don't know. All I can do is be there for her..." Valor's eyes to the blue sky.

An old friend at her side, extending a hand to her. A wrong from his past, the deity working hard to prove him, eventually doing so.

Two living their dream together, steadily proceeding towards tomorrow. From across the village, a small clinic with a long line.

On the inside, the lobby area packing with patients. Some at the front desk, their varying ages, joyful conversations between them.

Further down in a room, Cyra standing there with a boy around the age of ten. The small one lying down on a bed, his clear pain. That demon's eyes on his leg, seeing the severe injury.

Raising Reviver, touching the part of his body. Transferring her own energy, merging it with the young one. His agony soon going away. Moving his leg up and down, the shortly smiling child.

"The pain is gone!" happily looking to her.

"Be more careful now, I may not be around next time." Cyra faintly grinning at him.

"I will!"

The lively boy descending from the bed, joyously jumping up and down. Soon hugging her, appreciating her help. The entity soon watching him rush out the room, her pleasant smile.

A devil repairing their bodies, bringing more to the villagers lives. Her memories still on her arrival, remembering the harsh living conditions.

Many fatal injuries, countless dying. Those warmly accepting her, eventually giving back to them, helping with their advancement.

The door shortly opening, the demon's eyes on her daughter. Maria now being a young woman, a person reflecting her mother. Wearing a sleeveless black shirt, her short blue jeans.

"Mom, you work too much." Maria propping her arms behind her head, smiling at her.

"It keeps me busy, what about you?" Cyra's hand on her waist.

"Honestly, I struck it kinda large. Hit some oil, and selling it over seas." Maria's hands behind her back.

A girl long ago following her mother, meeting her end to a Dark Knight. The devil trying to save her child, yet something going wrong.

An experiencing haunting her for a long time, someone getting closure before her battle against the weapon of the gods. Countless years passing since, her old friend returning her daughter to life.

Despite the pain on her soul, her never healing wounds. A mother giving her kid a better life, building more into her world.

"Clearly you inherited your intelligence from me." Cyra giggling.

"Haha, no arguing there." Maria smiling at her.

Walking up to the demon, embracing her. No matter the passing time, an individual remaining close to her mother.

The maiden soon stepping away, waving off her mother. A person heading into the vast world, constantly concerning the demon.

Cyra now understanding her father's concern, yet having to allow her child to fly on their own. A bit of time going by, the devil finding herself outside late into the afternoon.

The gentle breeze on her, running her hand through her hair. A horse walking by, pulling a carriage along the road.

From the window seat, a man in his late twenties spotting her. Her crimson eyes captivating him, her long blonde hair brilliantly shining.

Some kids soon running in, those familiar ones. One after the next, each holding something of value to the young woman.

"You were really sad...so, we all got together to give you something..." A boy's sorrowful voice.

"Yeah...you're usually so happy..." A girl slightly looking down.

These caring children, a slight smile coming to her face. Those pure hearts, wrapping her in their warmth. All the while, the man inside the carriage looking at them, seeing the devil kneeling to the kids.

Her bright smile on them, her gentle hand on their heads. Assuring them, thanking those small ones for their kindness. A bit of time going by, the young woman walking along the roadside, telling the kids tales of her adventures.

All happily listening, their hearts filling with joy. That night, far in the back of the village. Through the massive gates, a flowery field revealing.

A fountain at the center, water flowing into the container. To the back, an enormous mansion in view. The crimson moon shining down, illuminating the land in its beauty.

Within the master bedroom, a bed the size for a king. Dressers lining the walls, a path to the bathroom, and a balcony to the right. The young woman in a black nightwear, sitting on her bed.

Valor in a white shirt and short grey pants, sleepily yawning. The deity turning to a standup mirror, embracing in this simple existence. Great efforts from two, both building their current life together.

"You know, it is only a matter of time until war tears apart even this small village..." Valor's uneasy voice.