One once bringing demise in the wake of her despair, pursuing her desires within. Feverishly seeking after what is inside, no longer willing to remain in silence. Surpassing her trials, awakening to sinisterness. Her selfish heart, becoming corruption itself. Stepping on the domain of the gods, damning innumerable. Many passing years, her efforts over time, extending a hand to numerous. Wandering in loneliness, countless coming.
Reaching in their hand, pulling her from the darkness. Returning her kindness, standing against a grand threat. Succeeding in their direction, yet her deepest desire still not of an actuality. This constantly eating away at her, slowly drawing her nature back to the surface. Despising the battlefield, displeasure in her current life. Resisting this reason, her sounding soul. A contract with another, mostly putting down her arms.
Taking it up at times, her situation slowly forcing her hands. This one residing in the heavens, far from the worlds below. Her heart elsewhere, those wings yearning to soar. These binding sentiments, confining to this life. Her undying resolve, a reason to raise her weapons. Constantly stopping her hand, believing in her old friend. Floating platforms connecting to each other, a gate stretching tall. Ancient symbols on it, restricting intruders. Passing the barrier, a civilization revealing itself. This place continuously growing, steadily returning due to its new leadership. A palace to the sky, passing the clouds. A labyrinth of a garden below, fountains surrounding every end.
Statues of many extending through the exterior, a lake in each corner. That leviathan resting by one, his silver scales glimmering in the sunlight. This of his home, one residing in the throne room above. An area once detailing a legend from old, its image no longer in view. Sculptures of friends along the lengths, an azure carpet stretching to the seat. The open windows, refreshing breeze flowing in. That Bringer of Demise at the center, her gold hair reaching long, her eyes mirroring the blood moon. A crimson ribbon tying behind her head, her aurum armor on her, that noble velvet cape extending down from the lower half of her back.
Standing before her daughter, this one around the age of five. A miniature version of her mother, similar eyes and hair, wearing a casual white skirt. Her old friend a few feet away, moving up to him. Her message to him, that deity stepping back in surprise. His crimson hair, those eyes of the sea. Armor reflecting his beliefs, companions of old. Harshness of actuality, both enduring separation. Words inside of a lock, unable to speak what is within. Tormenting years, two sharing a similar wish. Desiring for times of old, this still on the board. Their current life, something else of importance. That child watching the two, listening to them. Their close bond, disapproving of it.
"Val, Maria needs a good role model. It is about time you get a job." That devil's hand on her waist.
His childish nature, avoiding work. An innocent individual, those days from the past. Sneaking off, bringing her everywhere. Passing time, responsibility coming in. A young life with them, setting an example. Wanting a bit more from him, his reluctant eyes. Heading on ventures, evading his duties. Once searching for mysteries in the past, this leading him to one from the land. Their connecting hearts, bettering himself over the years. Confronting him, standing in front of her old friend. Pushing him at moments, bringing out more from him. Appreciating her, her patience with him. Sighing from him, slowly complying.
"If anything, do it for me. I am not the best role model for a child, but you certainly are." Faintly smiling at him, her hands behind her back.
A contract between the two, this of the price. Severing her chain of tragedies, their close hearts. A final chance, not backing down. Diving into the deepest of blackness, meeting her at the center. Standing on the platform of memories, approaching darkness. Clashing in this place, two sharing similar sentiments. Her feverish will, her indomitable resolve. Insecurities, despair, rage, everything displaying once more. Their linking hearts, piercing through this malice.
Withstanding her attack, grasping her hand with both of his own. Speaking what is inside, defeat coming to him. Success in his efforts, reaching her, pulling her from this loneliness. Two setting a new future with each other, embracing in the bliss of the other. Maria slightly looking below, dissatisfaction from her, not understanding her mother's decision. That young woman choosing to stay with another, the time not right to tell her. Valor's vision on the girl, holding the back of his head. A difficult situation, the god understanding the problem.
"I am gonna do it, but I ain't gonna like it..." Sighing at his partner.
A new life with one another, mistakes from the past. Not repeating them, pushing onward. Her nature still existing, that deity in awareness. Suppressing herself, giving him time. Desiring for what is inside, proceeding in stages. Shaping her life, that god doing the same. His words to her, her bright smile. Stepping towards him, giving him a quick peck on his lips. Appreciating his effort, Maria seeing this.
Shifting away from the two, folding her arms, refusing to accept the situation. That devil facing her child, her hand to her chest. Slightly looking away, understanding her daughter's stance. Valor thinking for a bit, shortly walking to the girl. That small one feeling his approach, sadness from her. Kneeling to her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. Glancing back to him, wondering on his direction. Turning to him, dissatisfaction from her eyes.
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"Hey...kiddo, I am not trying to take the place of your father, or anything like that..." Looking away from her.
Memories from the past, never meeting her. Learning about her from her mother, this shining hope. Branding memories, the Tower of Time. Losing everything, his best friend’s demise, the god unable to protect her daughter. A mother returning for a moment, this dreadful occurrence. Her decision, failing equivalence. Countless years in torment, two eventually heading onward together. A deity diving into the depths, bringing back her child. Obstacles to overcome, the small one slightly tilting her head. His confusing words, that devil's vision to her old friend. Believing in him, this one able to get through to the kid. Carefully choosing his words, his attention shortly to the girl.
"Your mother, she is doing everything she believes will be a good life for you, okay?" Valor faintly smiling at her.
"Then why can't daddy come?" Maria pouting.
A difficult question, understanding the reason for it. A child loving those near to them, information not to her awareness. Her young age, needing time. Someone once a friend, hurting his companion. Binding her in shackles, playing a double face. Ill sentiments within, this small one their kid. Slightly looking down, carefully considering his message. Her horrible father, one harming her mother. That demon looking away, her lingering feelings. Wishing for her child to be the daughter of the deity, facing these issues. A man shining light onto others, a difference from her. A devil eternally the enemy, desiring a better life for her child.
"Maria...do you trust your mother?" Valor looking into her eyes.
Confirming this, hesitation not with her. Trusting her mother, following her over the passing time. Believing in the smallest chance, her unending faith. Her voice in silence for a long time, the young woman finally hearing her again. A reason in her direction, this always there. That child returning to the living, everything resuming. Developing again, the deity understanding this. Faintly smiling, rising to his feet. The small one looking up at him, wondering on his angle. Those leaving out something each step of the way, her frustrating sentiments. Her aching heart, desiring for an answer.
"Then will you wait until you are old enough? I promise your mother will tell you why." That god's hand on the child's head.
Days from the past, pain still reaching from those times. Trapping in shackles, unable to break free. Power inside of a seal, a way to gain release. Acting on this opportunity, that young woman diving into blackness. Her shaky state, unable to soar. Racing along her path, trying to grasp the faintest light. Branding experiences, the deity learning of her suffering. His words to the small girl, that one slightly looking down, nodding in agreement. The time not right, believing in her mother. Valor turning to his wife, her approval towards him.
"Now then, I am gonna go get the one job I am likely not to get fired from." Valor walking onward in disappointment.
"Hehe." Cyra giggling, her hands behind her back.
A pleasant individual, this one from yore. Going the extra mile, trying to meet her line. Two building on one another, more coming from them. Bettering themselves, pushing onward together. Difficulties at times, normalcy in it. Sentiments inside, these guiding feelings. Connecting hearts, these blissful experiences. That young woman wondering on the job, her index finger pressing to her cheek.
Her bright smile, shortly shifting her attention to her child. Their eyes on one another, understanding this one's displeasure. Intending on telling her one day, the time currently not right. A few passing days, proudness from the once supreme deity. Standing in the throne room, Maria sitting on the seat. Kicking her legs up and down, wanting Valor to leave, desiring for time with her mother alone.
"Oh come on! Tell me already!" Cyra pushing against him in disbelief, grinning at him.
Stepping away from her, laughing in refusal. Shaking her head from left to right, her hand on her waist. Her old friend, a childish individual. This not changing, maintaining himself. No matter of the passing time, a god adapting to the shifting world. Continuously improving himself, a bright individual. Wanting to pleasantly surprise her, this not of the moment. That persisting devil, actions over the years, one bringing many things to her attention. Memorable events, cherishing his efforts. Maria witnessing this, frowning at the sight.
"I promise-I promise, I will tell you after this first day." Smiling at her, propping his arms behind his head.
Sighing from her, her hand on her cheek. Accepting his stance, that pleasant person. This one of old, two meeting underneath a tree. Those from differing worlds, their connecting hearts. Sentiments growing over the passing time, their close bond. This one never growing up, his wonderful heart. Cherishing him, his efforts over the years. Taking on the weight of her despair, failing at first. Another chance in his hands, piercing her blackness. Defeating coming to him, yet success in reaching her. A demon contract in place, this binding the line. Turning from him, her hand on her waist, glancing back to him.
"Anyway, I myself have somewhere to be today. So Fernandez will be watching over Maria for the day." Cyra informing him.
"Ehh...I put him in charge of the intelligence division. Pretty sure he can handle a child." Valor shrugging.
Blanketing the worlds in a night of eternity, damning innumerable. Her awakening at completion, two halves at ease. Approaching enemies, many diving into the darkness. Walking along side her, brightening her way. Leaving this blackness, confronting countless foes. That iguana in charge of an important position, hearts with one another. Maria hearing this, disappointment from her. Wishing for time with her mother, this having to wait.
That young woman facing the once supreme deity, faintly smiling at him. This one slowly backing up, waving her off. Turning away, heading towards his job. A pleasant individual, a god coming into her life long ago. A strange entity, their friendship forming on that day. Her hand to him, her guiding presence. Their close hearts, this still existing now, sharing their lives together. Wondering on his job, having somewhere to be. Shortly going on her way, eventually finding herself in the NetherWorld. Devils roaming this realm, a place of chaos.
Steadily moving towards betterment, those of heaven and earth connecting once more. That will of the Iconoclast, opposing the rationality of others. Her sounding soul, linking the line. This place bustling with life, large buildings everywhere. Those heading in their own direction, some clashing against each other. That young woman standing in front of a school, this structure fading in color. The harsh surroundings, dampness at parts. Electrical fences, weapons everywhere. The dark sky, this unsettling atmosphere.