A diversion in the dusk, the former knight setting a trap for another. One from the past, an old resolve steadily returning into actuality. A person embracing her imperfections and selfish desire, those strong emotions within continuously breaking through to a brighter tomorrow.
The young woman's eyes on the altar, noting the strange setup, soon walking towards it. The vampire's attention on her, wondering on her finding.
"What is wrong?" slightly tilting his head.
Sentiments screaming to come free, the maiden racing down her dark path. Someone running along the endless line, seeking after her past. Dread inside of her, these guiding emotions towards her past.
Cyra shortly in front of the altar, her hand to her chin. Her vision on a slight crack, a sickening feeling within her. The vampire walking up to her side, glancing to her, soon looking to the damage.
"You see it, don't you?" the maiden slightly scowling.
"The seal has been broken...but a mark has been left in its place..." Folding his arms, frowning a bit.
"Which means...we walked into a trap..." Cyra turning, looking to the exit.
A crimson light emitting from the crack, the dreadful gleam shining in the area. The vanishing exit, both facing the altar. That energy growing brighter, a negative force swirling around the room. The vampire pulling back, blocking out its intensity.
This great spiraling malice, the young woman's gaze on it. Reviver crying out, wrapping the two in its warm embrace. Both closing their eyes, soon feeling a gentle breeze. Shortly opening their visions, finding themselves on a crystal arena high in the night sky.
"Where...are we...?" Cyra slowly looking from left to right.
"To disrupt the balance of our dimensions, just how far will they go...?" the vampire stepping back, some unease from him.
Feeling the cold wind against them, a loud cry from afar. Their attention on the realm, their presence in Jotunnheim. The mountainous ranges deep below, a world housing mighty beasts.
Their eyes on a massive creature flying through the clouds, malice burning from the dragon's body. The enormous being soon floating still, its black scales from head to toe. A frightening chill running down the devil's spine, his slight eyes to the young woman.
"I don't know about you, but my life insurance does not cover a dragon...especially a psychopathic dragon..." His blank expression.
"I doubt this is the time for your problems, stand aside." Her vision on her foe.
One meeting her challenge, her will to dive into the terrors in the dusk. An entity steadily returning from the deepest shadows, those endless emotions in the night. Shortly revealing her pure white wings, expanding them afar.
Her divine feathers falling to the arena, her malice crashing against her enemy's own. The maiden ascending just above the field, directing Rebellion at her target.
"I continue to wonder, how I can end this eternal conflict in my life. Come, if you must." Her slightly sharp tone.
Never ending problems, chains forever binding her. The vampire searching for a solution, diving to her at the depths. Running after her, his sounding voice to her. Shadowy arms grabbing him, forcefully pulling him away.
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His eyes on her, watching her rushing above. Colliding into her enemy, its claw against her blade. Darkness emitting from her, devouring the monster's malice. The fiend pulling away, bursting higher into the sky.
Its expanding wings, generating negative orbs, firing them down at her. These assaults surrounding her, crashing into the maiden. Cyra withstanding the heavy attack, breaking through the assault.
Flying along her black road, curving along the many mirror walls. Her eyes on the blurry images, her quickly beating chest. The loudly roaring beast, shortly ascending even higher.
The dragon floating far above, drawing in great negative energy. Her sharp vision on it, refusing to back down. The vampire seeing her, an individual willing to tackle her great challenges.
I am not sure why I feel these familiar emotions. Why I keep going higher. Is it because I am the eternal night...? No, it is much more than that...
A person's shaky wings along her road, ascending higher to her target. A heart's wish for the old days, these warmly flowing sentiments. Malice secreting from her, her heightening senses.
Witnessing the concentrating black energy, that beast shortly firing it at her. The demon's eyes on the young woman, one from long ago drawing closer to her awakening with each passing hour.
"One existing in the deepest abyss, those desires driving your nature to return to the surface..." The distant vampire.
An individual taking in the attack, drawing its force into her body. The Seraph with her, wrapping the maiden in their wings, shielding her from some of the dragon's effects.
Cyra piercing through her target, her arm afar, darkness burning away at it. Malice ripping away at her body, blood falling from the sky. The monster's trembling eyes, soon looking back to her.
"Witness what rests in my soul, and never forget it..." Lowering her head.
A heart binding in its sorrow, malice harshly flowing from her. Wrapping around her target, harshly squeezing it. The loudly screaming monster, her sharp vision on it.
Instantly moving over it, rendering her foot across its head. Sending it flying towards the arena, immediately extending her sword afar, glaring down at it.
"I should probably move away..." That vampire slowly backing up.
An entity embracing what is within, the Seraph behind her in the darkness. The angel wrapping their wings around the maiden, trying to quell some of her sadness. Cyra hurling Rebellion at her enemy, the sword piercing into her opponent.
Crashing it through the platform, breaking apart the arena. The vampire falling, his eyes above, seeing her moving further and further away. His desire to close their gap, to take hold of her hand and bring her away from her despair.
Those shadowy hands wrapping around him, pulling him further away. Cyra hastily descending, summoning Rebellion back into her grasp. Extending her offhand, reaching for one below. The demon's vision on her, feeling her grab his hand.
Her warm light shining in, shredding the shadowy arms binding him. The shifting realm around them, both soon finding themselves outside the Shrine of the King, Cyra releasing the vampire.
"Aah!"
Hitting his back on the ground, the sighing demon. Shortly shifting his attention to her, watching her touch down on the land. The maiden dispersing her wings, leaving behind pure feathers.
The young woman putting away her sword, her eyes to the velvet moon. An entity powerfully pushing onward, scarring her desires into countless. Her slowly returning nature, someone opposing her enemies.
"Ever heard of a gentle landing...? Ugghh..." The demon groaning a bit in pain.
The vampire standing up, his eyes on her. Feeling her warmth, someone coming to his aid, shining her light into the darkness. Cyra looking to the Shrine of the King, her hand to her chest.
Keeping these sentiments within her, her wish to enjoy a similar experience again with another. The maiden soon facing away, her vision on her path.
"Can we agree not to stay in a place too long...? Especially if there is a stolen object." Gesturing his hand to her.
Glancing back to him, his familiar behavior to her. Hearing the rustling trees around her, feeling the cold breeze. Carrying her many emotions, her great will to unravel the mysteries in her past. An entity walking down her black path, keeping her eyes on the slim light.
I can feel it, my past steadily returning. Still...can I face it...? Some part of me wants to run, but the other part wishes to remember more than anything. No matter my displeasure for fighting, I must continue, so that I can grasp the light at the end of this abyss...
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