Eternally existing sentiments, hatred forever branding. Those purely extending feelings, a devil's feverishly igniting emotions. Two from different realms, one from above, another from the earth. Bonding in the older days, growing closer over the passing time.

Their deep feelings, a coming separation. A desperate individual, someone refusing to remain in silence. A demon reaching for the smallest light, racing in a lonely abyss, avoiding shadowy hands. Her many trials, shouting her soul.

Two existing sides, innocence and malice. Nearly achieving her goal, choosing to give it up. Defeating her foe, sealing away herself. Five hundred passing years since a grand battle, that maiden within her dream. Unaware of the outside, slumbering with a beast.

Her displaying desire, this illusion of it. Many branding her an abomination since her birth, an entity existing underneath light of the crimson moon. An object eternally red, signaling her presence, this calamity on countless.

A deity in the heavens, his selfish direction, a paranoid individual breaking apart her family. A chain effect harshly stretching, affecting a small child. The girl growing up, enduring a terrible life. Her fiery heart, instilling fear into numerous.

This one now existing in an endless plane, relishing in her dream. A lively NetherWorld, these loud inhabitants. Those busy streets, many tall buildings. Her home in Ezel, her large mansion. Flowers surrounding the structure, a fountain connecting the paths.

Water flowing down the center, the front lining with plants. The gentle breeze, birds soaring along, chirping from them. The warm sun shining below, this relaxing day. That young woman sitting in a recliner chair on the porch, her white coat and short jeans.

A black shirt on her, her red ribbon tying behind her head. Her long blonde hair, those crimson eyes. Taking in the wind, footsteps to her attention. Glancing to her side, her companion standing there, his casual clothing.

"You seem in a rather pleasant mood." Valor's hand over his forehead.

His red hair, his eyes of the sea. That person looking to the endless sky, enjoying it with another. The warm sun on them, both relishing in these blissful moments. Conflicts from old, those building blocks to the current time.

Those meaningful experiences, these individuals with the young woman. A devil's hard efforts, her once lonely tears, none hearing her. Believing in herself, enduring her deep frustrations. Someone not trusting others, proceeding towards her goal through her actions.

"Well, I am glad that Maria is finally accepting Argent." Cyra's pleasant voice.

"Yeah, she probably just felt like he was taking you away from her. It's normal behavior." The deity smiling at her.

This desire of hers, her heart at ease. Living in a dream, an actuality eluding her. Continuing in a lie, these pure experiences. Her tormenting years, ascending her power, seeking what is inside. Opposing her enemies, shouting her soul. Steering her way, reaching for her wish.

Her soft heart winning in the end, granting her final miracle. A moment between two, appreciating her old friend. Wanting an alternative, tiring of it all, the young woman yearning to rest.

"Indeed, and she has gotten used to you as well." That devil agreeing, returning a grin in kind.

Racing along in darkness, loathing the battlefield, her heart not for it. Resisting the reason of others, surpassing her challenges. Her sounding soul, her peaceful end, not aware of the outside. Those sentiments within, selfishness guiding her way.

These resting feelings, her reality in this plane, embracing its bliss. The god positioning his arms in a thinking posture, another wonderful day. Children with different preferences, Cyra enjoying the direction.

"We should take them out somewhere. Maybe the beach?" Valor gesturing his hand to her.

A continuously proceeding dream, their nice ventures. Her heart at ease, these people with her. A family of her choosing, her companion along with her. One never changing, their meeting long ago. An individual from the heavens, another from the earth. Their unlikely bond, yet a relationship blossoming from their encounter. That demon considering his idea, pressing her index finger to her chin.

"Hmm...the beach does sound like a wonderful idea around this time of the year." Cyra confirming.

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Mostly putting down her arms, happily living her current life. That partner with her, this warmth within her. These blissful times, embracing her older days again. The eternal sky, birds soaring along. Within the endless void, two entities forever clashing.

One knowing about it, his presence in a grassy field. The gentle breeze against him, a single tall tree in this area. Sadness still existing, that deity standing underneath the object. Gazing at the demon sword Lævateinn, sorrow in him, regret eating away at him. Mildly smiling, wondering about his old friend.

"It has been five hundred years, Cyra. I wonder...are you still happy?"

A forever haunting night, two separating in a flowery field. That bleeding moon shining down, an object no longer existing. Her presence not within the worlds, the ending of a calamity. Her last miracle, giving up her deepest desire. Her heavy emotions, the weight still crushing down at him.

Trying his hardest, failing in the end. Shadowy hands pulling him away, locking him out. His great frustrations, his companion slipping away from his arms. Her weak state, that person rising to the challenge. Two facing the other, many awaiting her, the god unable to bring her home.

Weakly on the ground, lying in a dark abyss. Wanting to stay with her, another chance coming to him. Not wishing for her to be in her torment, these deep feelings. Gathering his strength, tightly gripping the red ribbon.

Steadily rising, his aching body, blood dripping from him. Rushing into the darkness, screaming out to her. His hasty heart, that deity reaching for her. Facing him, lowering her head, colliding her fist into his stomach. This shocking him, his shaking body. Falling forward, the maiden catching him in her arms.

"C—Cyra..."

"Thank you, for everything, Val..."

Her true words, his meaningful actions. Unable to press onward, choosing her end. Her despairing heart, both wishing for an alternative. These close friends, their separation on a terrible night.

Wanting to reclaim their older days, this actuality before them. A seal approaching completion, the gate from afar creaking, slowly opening. Shadowy hands entering, that god glancing back.

His uneasy vision, turning his attention to his companion, her slightly sad smile. Moving his arms behind her, tying the ribbon to the back of her head, the devil looking down a bit. Arms wrapping around the deity, pulling him away from her. Her eyes on her demon sword, shortly walking up to him. Gripping his wrist, placing the hilt in his hand.

"With this, I entrust Lævateinn to you." Her soft voice.

Little energy with him, tears in his vision. Those black hands circling her, grabbing her. Two moving further away from one another, their bond since the older times. An unlikely meeting setting forward their direction, both cherishing those days.

That crying sword, negativity emitting from it, shredding the darkness. Its hasty reformation, binding the weapon. Their close relationship, not caring for her strength, a blade learning to ascend.

Tackling their challenges together, their pleasant memories with one another. Screaming out, pleading with the deity. Valor steadily leaving the gate, his twitching eyes. Mustering his remaining strength, his old friend at the end of this darkness.

Biting his lower lip, forcing onward, ripping away his confinement. Racing to her, those pursuing shadows. Nearing her, his hand towards her. These entities gripping him, harshly forcing him away.

"Cyra!!!"

His haunting failure, someone diving to the depths. Trying to reach her, confronting her in a horrible place. These agonizing sentiments, those torturous memories. A devil forcing onward, surpassing her challenges. Resisting the reason of others, providing hope. Her deep desire, racing in a lonely abyss.

Images never leaving his mind, the pressure of her despair crushing down on him. Her sorrowful gaze, her tiring state. Those shadowy hands, frustrations from her. Her simple wish, two sharing the same. Unable to forget about her, wanting her presence. An entity coming from two, one from above, another from the land. Erit, a powerful name.

"You were truly the greatest demon to ever live. Even more...a demon with such a compassionate heart. You may have had your faults, but even through those faults. That grief you endured, you never gave up..." His gentle voice.

Associating herself as a demon, living in a lawless realm, opposing their rationality. Ascending far, her hatred for the battlefield. An unlikely meeting between two, their encounter in a grassy field. A single tall tree in the area, a flute drawing the attention of a deity.

A strange individual, the young woman not fearing a god. Two venturing far, their everlasting emotions. That deity's sorrow, his one chance to bring her home. Failing to right his wrong, a night eternally haunting him. His shaking fists, wandering in darkness. His old friend no longer there, her guiding light not on his path.

"Right now, I don't know what to do...Hades, he is trying to tear down your miracle. Some god I am huh...you would have challenged him, and found a way to win by now. I can really use some advice..." Lowering his head.

Efforts throughout her years, rising to her challenges. Opposing her enemies, her feverish emotions. Learning from her, a devil surpassing her limits. Carrying her meaningful words, light existing in the deepest of darkness. An entity racing in loneliness, shadowy hands pursuing her.

Images never leaving the god, this person aimlessly wandering. Desiring for her presence, a proper solution not out there. His vision on the demon sword, that crying weapon. Greatly missing her, but also wishing for the deity to move on. Its partner in the past, knowing her personality. Looking over him, taking this job on itself.

"Look at your weapon now, you'd probably kill me for letting it rust. Just give me some time to polish it up..." His hand behind his head, faintly smiling.