A powerful bond between two, both extending a hand to the other. A friendship from the older days, yet something more linking further back. Emotions stirring at the maiden's core, those sentiments steadily reflecting into actuality.
An individual loathing the battlefield, one constantly within its inferno. A great being running along her dark road, seeking out her past in the horrific night. Selfishly pushing forward, her brightly burning determination. One born underneath the crimson light, a curse since her birth.
The vampire turning from her, his attention a bit to his side. A dire situation on them, requiring one from the past. His excitement to meet her again, a demon's great wrong, his desire to sever those tragic chains on her.
"As I promised, this time...things will go differently..." The demon sadly looking below.
A promise from the old days, someone enduring the passing years. Walking along the dark road, his eyes on one at the end. Chains binding them, shadowy arms wrapping around the maiden. Two meeting on the battlefield long ago, a great being crushing him underneath the weight of her despair.
Their parting words many years prior, witnessing her breaking pysche. An entity's fake smile, someone carrying her strongly burning desires. The vampire turning to her, both continuing onward. Shortly finding themselves inside, this labyrinth of a room.
"I remember he told me not to get lost in here, and turns out he became lost. He was never good with directions." Cyra's slight smile.
"Haha, sounds about right." The vampire shrugging, shaking his head from left to right.
"Anyway, let us head onward, we have no time to spare." Glancing back to the demon, nodding in disbelief.
A soul moving along the endless stream, diving deeper into the darkness. Her eye on her goal, reaching after those pleasant days. Following her guiding feelings, making her way onward. Her mind on the joyful past, her companion sticking close to her, trying not to get lost.
Cyra and the vampire shortly entering a dark room, negative energy swirling around the two, the thick air in the place. The young woman raising her staff, shining a warm light over the area. Their eyes soon on many specters, the eternal night bringing more terrors before them.
"So...any idea how to kill a dead guy...?" the vampire scratching the back of his head.
"You are a vampire, should you not know?" her humorless vision on him.
"Hey, I slept through that class..." Embarrassingly admitting.
Creatures lurking in the shadows, monstrosities existing in the night. Enemies scraping their claws against the wall and ground, their sinister fangs in view. The young woman's will to meet her challenge, those old desires steadily surfacing.
One in the darkness, crimson eyes bearing witness to the development. Those fiends rushing forward, soon surrounding Cyra and the vampire.
"In short, artifacts like Rebellion and Reviver are required." The maiden gripping her staff, standing on her side.
Her cautious enemies, those witnessing her strange malice. A great force crushing their souls, their immense hatred at her. An abomination before them, feeling the shining warmth from her.
An entity carrying two sides, embracing her imperfections and selfish desires. A will far from the past, someone slowly coming to the top with each passing hour.
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"Oh right, haha...that or power similarly to them." The vampire smiling, raising his index finger.
"Precisely, I suppose you were not a total slacker." Cyra shrugging.
"My, was that a compliment?" some joy from the demon.
A night casting everyone in its nightmare, these small pleasant moments in the dusk. A powerful entity within the madness, one able to command the night, the answer residing in her past.
Someone constantly pushing forward, becoming colder over the years. No matter, a soft heart able to create miracles. A small shining hope in the abyss, the demon betting on one's return.
"No, far from it." Glancing back to him.
"You're cold, ya know that?" the vampire sighing, hanging himself in defeat.
"That has been said. Now, I must focus." Her attention to the specters.
One once filling with love for the worlds, hatred eventually consuming her. Everything leaving on a certain night, a person falling into great despair. Someone having some ease without her memories, yet her nature continuously seeking out the truth.
The young woman racing down her black path, moving along the many mirrors, her hand towards the slim light. The demon slightly looking away, patiently waiting for her to rise again.
"Angel..." Disgust in one specter.
"Leave at once...!" anger from another.
These many echoing voices, their immense fury at her, scraping their claws against the ground. A person treading down her path, facing many horrors. An individual running towards her memories, withstanding the harsh chains on her. Light shining in the darkness, her eyes on it.
"I cannot, if you must come at me, then do so." Her calm tone.
One slowly coming free, a person enduring the hatred of the worlds, her presence striking fear into her enemies. An entity yearning for what is within, displaying her feverish determination. A horrific truth in the shadows, this steadily surfacing.
"Oh what are you gonna do? Beat em with the stick?" gesturing his hand to her.
Memories branding on him, the demon awaiting her return. Hoping for it for a long time, patiently waiting for years. His eyes on her, seeing her dashing forward. Afterimages in her place, the devil backing away, staying off the battlefield.
Her hasty movements, breaking her enemies lock on her. Quickly appearing above one, instantly diving to her target. Plunging her staff through it, pinning it into the land.
Extending Rebellion in her other hand, harshly launching an uppercut. Cleaving many in two, shattering her surroundings. The foes burning souls, their fragments falling in the area.
"Of course...you tend to be more physical." The sighing vampire, propping his arms behind his head.
A great being overwhelming her enemies, crushing them underneath her might. Her unending resolve, forcing against her foes. An eternally sounding soul, this displaying in the dusk. Eyes on her, their deeply burning anger. Circling the maiden, raising their scythes to her. Reflecting her image, unease within the specters.
Enemies soon rushing at her, creating doubles in their places, nearing her by the moment. Striking down at her, cutting through an illusion. Those sharp red eyes on them, darkness crashing down on her opponents, binding them to the land.
Her presence high above, great rage from her. Tightly gripping Rebellion, descending to the ground. Plunging it into the floor, unleashing a massive dark pentagram.
An enormous black force crushing her targets in its massive circle, tearing apart their bodies. Shattering her surroundings, flames scattering everywhere. The soon fading energy, Cyra calming standing. The maiden putting away her weapon, shortly looking ahead.
"Something is not right here..." Her suspicious eyes, running her hand through her hair.
"So, you notice as well. It was as if they were under the command of another, Hades possibly." The vampire heading in her direction, his unrest.
A deity controlling those in the dusk, setting them along his way. One unable to act on his own, yet having many underneath him. Cyra's eyes on the direction to the altar, seeing statues of the king on both sides. Shortly raising her staff, revealing the room in light.
Her vision on her surroundings, not seeing anymore foes in the area. Both continuing onward, entering into a room ahead. Their eyes on the altar, an orb on each side, fire and water. The young woman shifting her attention to an empty space, the urn not there.
"Just as I thought, the urn is gone..." Cyra folding her arms, frowning a bit.
"Richter must have taken it. In this case, let's make haste to the Royal Crypts." Some urgency from the vampire's voice.
"I agree."
A ruse to buy time, someone calculating her movements, blocking her way with specters. Lowering her arms, her eyes on the orbs, soon changing it to the empty space. An uneasy feeling within her, the night testing the resolves of those within its grasp.
Secrets residing in my past, those precious old days. I want to grasp them again, these emotions clawing its way to the surface. Rose, we are similarly connected. I want to know why you've chosen your current path...