Her own goal in mind, proceeding in her path. Her reason to push forward, these feelings inside. Emotions clawing its way to the surface, unable to quell these sentiments. Desiring for events of old, the time not night. A realm in a state of disarray, needing to manage this. Anger at her depths, her will to resist within. Moving into the building, finding herself in the halls. This deteriorating area, graffiti on the walls, students from all ages. That young woman standing in front of a classroom, confirming the number on it.
Shortly entering, many ranges of people sitting in their chairs. Those recognizing her, a confusing situation. Wondering on her purpose in this place, watching her take a seat at the front. A heart still in bondage, tackling against the conflict within her. Wishing for her deepest desire, this still not in fulfillment. Frustrating of it, fury at her depths. Her building rage, trying to contain it. Despising bending to others, her feverish will. Understanding the situation, those aiding her. Wanting to do more, enduring for now. Time of necessity, her increasing sorrow.
A temporary arrangement, this long agreement. Her attention to the opening door, witnessing Valor entering into the room. Important documents in his hands, not realizing the presence of someone. Smiling at this, ideas racing through the young woman's mind. A pleasant occurrence, something else shifting her despair. Her old friend standing at his desk, lowering the files on it. Freezing for a moment, his wife ahead of him. Her head resting on the outer part of her hand, teasingly grinning at him. These close individuals, bonding from their oldest says.
This devil from yore steadily returning, her mischievous nature climbing to the surface. Filling with love for the worlds again, releasing these feelings. Not passing up opportunities, their linking eyes, her own slightly adjusting. Ideas in mind, that god in awareness. Hastily flipping through his documents, desperately hoping for a mistake. His vision trailing the roster, her name on display. Losing hope, his sinking heart.
"Looking at the bright side. I...didn't have this job too long..." Whimpering from him, his slightly shaking body.
Their close bond, two meeting in time from old. An unlikely encounter, a deity finding his way into the NetherWorld. A flute drawing his attention to her, their forming friendship. This evolving over the passing time, more coming from it. Learning much about her, some to his displeasure. This no less one of it, not wanting to play into her game. Turning from her, writing on the whiteboard. Hoping for a miracle, his job on the line. Showing the name of the class, shortly facing everyone. His quickly beating chest, that devil staking her demon sword into the ground, teasingly smiling. Confusion from the students, their attention on her.
"N—now class...this here is, Anger Management. We are all here because of our need to manage well, our temper..." Stating as clearly as he can.
This one from old, embracing in simpleness. Tormenting her companion, enjoying these moments, driving him up the wall. These warm feelings, slowly reclaiming them. Moving towards her deepest desire, grasping more over the passing time. Revealing her black revolvers, placing it on the side of the desk. Students glancing to one another, hearing their trembling teacher. That one desperately trying to ignore her mischievous behavior, not expecting this day, everything steadily turning on its head. Covering his mouth, clearing his throat.
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"Now then...this class is to help you be more proficient in society. While also controlling your impulses..." Lowering his hand.
Listening to his partner, fulfilling her wish. Uncertainty at first, searching out his strengths. This coming to mind, gaining the job. Excitement from it, wanting to surprise her. Everything flipping upside down, nervousness from him. His wife within the classroom, displaying her old nature. Glancing in her direction, her gauntlet on the desk, its blade in view. Shortly walking up to her, his hands pressing to the sides of her table. Leaning towards her, that devil resting her head on the back of her hand. Having this one in her grasp, stringing him along. Slyly smiling at him, poking his nose.
"Why do you like to torture me?" his desperate eyes.
"Oohh Val, this is going to be a delightful class." Playfully slapping his face.
This one before him, her old nature. Steadily returning, her heart filling with love again. Slowly grasping what is within, moving towards her direction. Shattering an endless cycle, creating infinite possibilities. Damning innumerable, her scarring emotions. Once wandering in loneliness, racing in an abyss of blackness. Many diving in, walking alongside her. Moving ahead of her, hands extending to her. Pulling her from this despair, the entity realizing she is not alone.
Cherishing these sentiments, still wanting her deepest desire. The deity lowering his head, losing hope with each passing moment. That devil rising from her seat, her finger trailing across her partner's cheek. Whimpering from him, his quickly beating chest. Walking behind him, his vision trailing her. Leaning to his ear, her hands along his shoulders. Teasingly whispering into his ear, this nightmarish occurrence.
"Sit down Val, allow me to show you how to teach a class."
Everything steadily falling apart, an unforeseeable day. His intention in mind, making true to her wish. Getting this job, shaping their lives in a new direction. A deity willing to do anything, yet still maintaining himself. Walking in on this day, her presence in the class. Awareness on the possibilities, his uncertainty on the order. Hoping for the best, this not happening. That young woman moving to the front of the classroom, her old friend sitting in her seat. Nervousness from him, his quickly beating chest. These speechless students, one leaning towards the god.
"Hey dude...this flipped very fast..." The whispering person.
"Oohh...you have no idea. We should probably be quiet...the teacher will get mad at us..." Valor slightly looking down.
Not expecting this occurrence, these steadily falling pieces. His first day, this horrific experience. A devil embracing what is within, her mischievous habits to the surface once more. A heart filling with love again, catching up on her missing time. These flowing feelings, warmth in them. Residing at the front of the classroom, her arms in front of her. Pressing her index fingers together, students looking in her direction. Their uncertainty on the path of the class, her attention on each of them. Endless possibilities, this in her hands, desiring to shape their minds.
"Now then, we are all here, because we wish to let out our anger in a healthy way, correct?" Cyra pleasantly questions.
Basking in the wind, more freedom in her grasp, desiring for it all. Those times from the past, nearing it with each passing day. Her unquenchable resolve, these guiding feelings. Vastly roaming, wings no longer shackling. Many pursuing her, having her descend. Not liking this, understanding the importance. Giving it time for now, a temporary solution. Her true nature, unable to stay still. Enjoying simpler times, this one of them. Students confirming her question, that devil turning to the whiteboard. Picking up the black marker, writing on the object ahead. Disbelief from the god, his old friend glancing back to him, her willingness to push this far.
"Which brings us to our first point, anger." Facing the students.