Hearts existing in days of the past, a melody playing throughout the reaches of time. A soul yearning to soar, a voice falling on ears of deafness. One walking in the deepest of abyss, that resolve feverishly burning once again. Despair paining deep inside, the faintest light in sight. Turning her attention onward, hearing the crying of those that are no more. Each calling out to her, anguish in their pleas. Closing her eyes, listening to their cries. Torment extending from them, agonizing their experiences are. Countless speaking, desperation expressing from them.
Help us...
You're from the living.
Get us out of here!
Please!
Devil! We'll do anything!
Don't leave us here!!!
Many seeking release, reaching out towards a demon. Malevolent souls, despair eternally consuming them. Opening her eyes, Cyra slowly shaking her head from left to right. Making her way onward, pushing her way forward. One treading down a path of horror, wondering if such an existence will come of her as well. Darkness burning from her body, slowly distorting the area around her. That decaying grass burning away, black dust spreading through. Malice enveloping the air, encircling her. Finding herself at a crossroad, that mist thickening. Resting her vision upon her surroundings, darkness dulling her sight by the moment. Blackness entombing her, one unable in seeing anything. A powerful force binding her in place, chains of malevolence wrapping around her arms and legs.
Those restraints tightening, pulling apart. Forcing her to her knees, that maiden refusing to yield. That force intensifying, the young woman looking onward, struggling in resisting this influence upon her. Chuckling echoing through the blackness of the void, that devil gazing around. That laughter, the sound of it, the familiarity it is bringing to her awareness. Irritating it is, one she can never forget. Her blood boiling by the second, hatred brewing at her core. Her eyes ahead, witnessing a figure slowly forming from the shadows. Squinting her eyes, trying to concentrate on it. That darkness compressing, the figure coming more into view. That mysterious one becoming more clear by the second, her vision slightly widening. Cold sweat running down the side of her face, her heart rate accelerating.
"Ardin..."
"So nice of you to remember me." He calmly speaks.
One from days of the past, a life in bondage. A devil seeking release, even if it shall mean the end to her own existence. Hatred residing in her depths, powerlessness over the years. That feeling still lingering, those eyes of anger upon him. That glare of familiarity to Ardin, the demon walking up to her. Those eyes of the two meeting once again, that gaze of the demon more serious on her. Raising his hand in her direction, that young woman trying to pull away. Disgust for so long, her hatred strongly igniting. Those chains tightening even more, refusing in allowing her the bliss of escape.
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"Do not dare touch me...!" she turns her head, glaring at him.
Helplessness for so long, power sealing away. A child coming into reality, one she never wishes for. No matter so, that girl being the smallest of light. That driving force in breaking free, a devil wishing for her own to have a proper life. That old friend of hers, a plan in motion. Even so, everything falling apart. Those wings having to land, a mother desperately desiring to save her own. Despite it all, that young woman failing in doing so. Grabbing her chin, Ardto turn her head in his direction. His smiling of faintness, a bit devilish one can say. That rebellious side of hers, one never changing.
"When will you learn that you can never escape me, dear?" he states a bit more seriously.
Her blood firing even more, his presence igniting greater hatred. Memories never leaving her, years upon years of torment. A life of happiness falling apart, that horror continuously replaying inside of her mind. Maria of her only solace, a child making it slightly bearable in enduring that monster. That young woman on her own, no one coming to her aid. Her old friend residing somewhere else, her daughter nowhere in sight, not even her new family to assist her. Alone she is, an experience always making its way into actuality. Wings desiring to soar, a heart refusing such bondage, a soul yearning for freedom.
Tensing her muscles, malevolence brightly emitting from her. Glaring at the man, that demon continuing in impeding her life. Those chains cracking, Ardin taking notice of such. Slowly breaking her confinement, those restraints steadily burning into the blackness all around. Stepping away from her, that demon resting his eyes upon her, the maiden rising by the moment. Her head hanging low, those hands shaking in hatred. Anger brewing by the second, that will to oppose reaching out. One no longer helpless, turning her fear into power.
"You...! There were many unspeakable moments. Scars in which carried on...continuously lying to my close friend...not anymore...!" her hateful vision upon him.
Experiences of the past, unspeakable actions upon her. Scars engraving on her soul, one lying to her old friend. A bond struggling in holding on, hatred building over the years. Malevolence burning even brighter from her, ripping away at the chains. Stomping her foot on the ground, shattering those restraints binding her. Those eyes of hers locking onto her target, that maiden rushing at the demon. Extending her hand afar, lunging at the man. Closing in by the moment, that demon deviously smiling. Reaching for the neck of the man, that arm of darkness moving in. Malevolence wrapping around Ardin, the demon vanishing in an instant. Remaining still, tensing a bit, her hand slightly shaking. That hatred inside of her overwhelming her fear, her heart rate heavily pounding within her chest. Looking down, frustration rising even more inside of her. Those memories eternally haunting her, scars never leaving her. Standing straight, folding her hands into fists, that experience shaking her with anger.
"You...are nothing but a memory, a nightmare..." She scornfully speaks.
A nightmare inside of reality, those days going on and on. One seeking release, unable in telling her closest friend. Helplessness for so long, walking in the deepest of abyss all alone. That smallest of light guiding her way, freedom away from that abuse coming after so long. That darkness around her slowly subsiding, the young woman resting her vision onward. That graveyard returning to her sight, a tombstone residing on top of an altar ahead. That object shining a beautiful white light, the devil distantly gazing upon it. The next trial to come, that hatred she is feeling deep within. Fear constantly clawing away at her mind, to do away with those insecurities.
Wrath...in order for me to grasp such a time once again, I have to overcome my fears, and embrace this hatred deep inside of me...