Events so long ago, one not returning. A father drifting away, his aim elsewhere. Times of the past setting a chain of reactions, a smile leaving. One seeing only the darkness of the worlds, his heart sinking into the blackness all around. Despite it all, resistance ever so far within. A life once of joy, now filling with hatred. Cyra facing ahead, her eyes resting over the horizon. That devil running her hand through her hair, feeling the cold refreshing breeze hitting against her. Desires far inside, two seeking answers of the past, one going at it alone.
"Ever since my mother disappeared...he has changed, seeing only the darkness in life. He used to smile, we used to be close, but not anymore..." She distantly explains.
Hatred deep within, one no longer residing there. That heart searching for answers, years going by, a great demon falling into the pits of despair. Even if it has been for a fleeting moment, that experience in those times of the past. Irreplaceable they have been, a time of bliss. Turning ahead, Valor gazing over the vast lands. Folding his arms, thinking for a moment. Difficult this situation is, uncertainty in his response. Fragile one can be, no matter how grand they are. Emotions dictating the way onward, a natural occurrence. Glancing in the direction of his old friend, that deity proceeding in giving his voice on the matter.
"Loss is always a difficult thing. There will come a time when you will have to step up, and take charge of your own life. I am certain that one day, he will understand that he has to let go." Valor faintly smiling.
"I suppose so, hopefully he does." She holds her hand to her chest, glancing to him.
An ear willing in listening, troubles far within. An adventure alleviating some of those concerns, conflict still existing. Agonizing it is, that image constantly engraving inside of her mind. Unforgettable it is, times so different. One of joy, the other of torment. Turning from the young woman, Valor placing his hand upon his waist. Helpfulness on family matters of littleness, even so, that deity willing in assisting his companion. That devil facing in his direction, the god glancing back to her. A bond between two, one resisting the test of time.
"I know you hate battling, but you might have to do so, that is how a demon proves themselves. This might be the only way for someone as thickheaded as your father to acknowledge your decisions." Valor calmly explaining.
Experiences of differences throughout the worlds, devils proving themselves through fighting. That deity well in awareness on her loathing the battlefield, her heart much too soft. Even so, sometimes one will have to put aside their dislikes, even if for a moment. That maiden slightly looking down, her old friend speaking the truth. Unsettling it is, her own inability to willingly engage in conflict. Years of the past, her father slipping away. That demon never returning, chasing the shadow of her mother. One remaining secretive, embracing the worst of the worlds.
"I am aware...but it is never easy raising a hand to your parent..." Conflicting emotions expressing from her tone.
"I wouldn't know, I was born from pure energy. I don't have familial attachments like normal people." He turns towards her.
"Valor..." She slightly looks away.
One born from energy of purity, taking his stand at the top. A few existing inside of his life, some of closeness no doubt. No matter so, that god never having an actual family. Experiences of strangeness, but a lesson of valuableness. From the most unlikely of turns, there can be an occurrence, whether or not it is bad or good. That deity resting his vision upon her, bearing witness to her sullen mood. Folding his arms, wondering what is troubling her so. That old friend of his dealing with one issue after the next, his own ability to assist of limitation. Despite it all, one able in giving aid in the smallest of ways.
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"Hm? What is it?" he questions in some concern.
"Will you come to meet with my father?" she looks towards him.
Valor stepping away, lowering his arms to his side. A surprising question this is, one trying to follow the rationality of it. That devil having a possible solution, a way in easing tension. Littleness of the chances, this no less enough in holding on. A Tyrant despising the god, but putting up with his daughter's decision. These smaller points connecting a path, a way towards a brighter morrow. Difficulty of loss, those years going by without answers. This opportunity of valuableness, a way in surfacing even a bit of the past, but also alleviating some hostility of the present.
"I thought you said he hated me..." His vision upon her in disbelief.
"I believe...it will be easier if he meets with you." She slightly looks down.
Never an easy one, this much the deity is in awareness on. Selfishness of her requests, that young woman able in relying on him. Looking away from her, a sigh escaping the god. A decision he will never be thinking to do, that god scratching the back of his head. A tall order to fill, that demon constantly stacking on something greater than the last. Trust between two, friends free in the presence of the other. Hearts not in bondage, souls soaring the endless distance. Even if conflict is existing, a demon and deity willing in facing it together.
"Okay...I will." He concedes.
"Thank you." She smiles at him.
One never able in refusing her, a god continuously meeting her wishes. Unlikely it may be, connecting with the Demon Tyrant. Years upon years of embracing the cruelty of the worlds, a heart seeking answers of the past. Those eyes of crimson and azure upon one another, that deity returning a similar smile. A companion she can always rely on, no matter of what she may want. Truly valuable he is, trying to meet the challenge at hand. Days so blissful between the two, hearts embracing the eternal wind. Days of darkness, but that is okay, perhaps there can be a light.
—Present Time—
"If I had acted in another way that night...could things have gone differently? I suppose one would wonder about all the different possibilities, but the bottom-line is...I got the worst outta it." He distantly thinks.
Standing from the ground, that deity gazing upon his surroundings. Those petals blowing in the wind, his vision resting upon the blood moon once more. Calmly turning, that breeze hitting even harder. An icy mist spreading through, the god vanishing. From afar, that young woman approaching. Arriving in that same dreadful field, remaining still. That chilling wind, her heart at an unrest. Those crimson eyes of hers gazing up to the red moon above, a warm smile coming to her face, that maiden holding her hand to her chest.
"So, you were here Valor, it seems I had missed you by just a bit." She softly speaks.
"This was the very spot where we parted so long ago. I certainly do hope that one day, we can return to where we met, together. Until then...I have to keep moving. This life that is not rightfully my own, I have to try and make this right. It was my poor decision that ended up costing my daughter her life, I must atone for this sin..." She distantly states.
Despair gripping at a mother in those times, one seeking release from her torment. Despite it all, never wishing for her own child to suffer an ending of similarity. Desperation being at hand, that devil trying to restore the life of the girl. Failure it has been, that maiden taking on the life of her daughter. Turning her attention onward, that field of flowers going on and on. That devil turning, walking away from the area. Dreadful parting can be, that night eternally engraving within her. No matter so, that maiden continuing to resist, until her dreams can become a reality.
This wrong that has been done, taking the life of my own daughter. I can only wonder how I can make this right, a start this is towards atonement. That Tower of Time, I thought I was playing the cards back then, but it was the gods all along. The first phase towards Ragnarök, the life of my child, my suffering. This war, there is a connection. Those words on that dreadful night, the spot we had met. There are many questions, but this is my path. Perhaps when this is over, we can say what we really meant. Until then, wait for me old friend.