Emotions existing deep inside, unsettling feelings gripping at her. Memories within the past, experiences reaching into the present. Time going by, one never able in forgetting. Scars forever engraving upon the soul, wings trying to take flight once again. Walking onward, forcing through those dreadful images. Hatred inside of her eyes, her blood boiling. Standing at the stairway, resting her vision upon the shining altar. That object residing a distance away, the young woman remembering her last encounter with one of the sins. Uncertainty in her capabilities in besting such an opponent, her drive leading her way onward.
Fortune previously with her, a point of no return. One way remaining, a demon continuously treading deeper into the abyss. Ascending the stairs, making her way towards the tombstone, that light brilliantly shining. Standing before the object, witnessing the inscriptions upon it. Words no doubt linking to the monster, this pressure around her. Taking a moment, Cyra slowly inhaling and exhaling. Gathering her nerves, remembering her encounter with that man from before. Distressing it has been, his presence shaking her. Closing her eyes for a bit, embracing the gentle breeze hitting against her. Opening her vision, those crimson eyes revealing confidence.
"There is only one way left...and that is to tread this eternal abyss..." She calmly speaks.
Loneliness for those many years, an existence trapping in the presence of another. A heart in bondage, that soul yearning to soar. One incapable of screaming out, that helplessness tearing away at her. Those times of horror no more, experiences never leaving her. Days so long ago, her happiest years finally of a possibility. Even if it shall mean staining herself in corruption, the smallest chance guiding her way. Gazing upon the inscriptions, a bit difficult it is to read. An ancient tongue it may be, strange it is, to be able to understand it.
"Let your hatred flow, reach out to the bleeding moon, yell your desires into the everlasting night. Hatred will be your guide." She recites.
Feeling the air around her thickening, the tombstone shining even brighter. Lament eternally within the night, experiencing agony from deep inside. Dreadful it is, but also enlightening. Malevolence rushing out of the tombstone, that young woman turning her attention above. Darkness concentrating, spiraling high in the air. Stepping away, malevolence descending upon her, circling her. That energy cradling her, this hatred she is feeling. Anguish gripping at her core, those feelings flowing out. Blackness surrounding her, that maiden unable in seeing anything around her. Emotions ever so unsettling, her heart beating faster.
"I suppose I will get nowhere just standing around." She looks ahead in some unease.
Moving onward, treading down that endless abyss. Her vision trailing along the crimson energy, that young woman experiencing hatred ever so intense. Anger lingering deep inside of her, those feelings screaming out, her soul shouting for all to hear. Continuing deeper and deeper, those dreadful emotions tearing away at her. Events from the past replaying, that meeting with her old friend. Those times extending, mountains scaling ever so high, different worlds stretching for miles. Memories of Alfheim coming to her awareness, that Elven giving her valuable advice. Both pleasureful and nightmarish experiences, one forever remembering.
"Fate is a fool's word, take hold of your future yourself. Look on, reach out, and grab hold. Sometimes, it is okay to be a bit selfish." He turns towards the maiden.
Words branding upon her, that faintest of hope. One seeking the nigh impossible in times of the past, two having a way forward. Companions drifting apart, years going by, a chance coming once more. That Elven vanishing, another memory taking his place. That devil turning her attention ahead, those eyes upon her old friend. Valor standing in front of her, slightly looking away. Sorrow building deep inside of her, that young woman passing him, the deity speaking familiar words. Her heart at an unrest, his voice ringing through her.
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"No matter what happens, it will always be us against the worlds." He glances back to her.
Two from differing worlds, a bond forming between the most unlikely. No matter the morrow, companions facing it together. Distressing it is, going through these memories. A heart wishing for those times, a path towards it coming along. Closing her eyes, pushing onward. Painful it is, Cyra allowing him to fade away. Those events of the past, both holding joy and sorrow. That drive to resist, that will to oppose burning once more. Those feelings gripping at her, cherishing the pleasureful times in her life, loathing the agonizing ones.
Us against the worlds...no matter what happens huh. In those days, I so very much wished to believe those words...
Those times so long ago, that will rebelling against the teachings of her father. One seeking a life away from the battlefield, to embrace her adventures. A devil once seeing the beauty in life, now hatred filling her. Those eyes opening, another figure materializing from the darkness. Familiar they are, anger boiling within her by the second. Resting her vision upon Ardin, those eyes of his, that young woman abhorring him. Experiences never going away, those years of torment. One incapable of doing anything, enduring torturous times.
"When will you learn? Your power is nothing in comparison to my own." He smirks.
Memories plaguing her mind, one continuously trying to gain her freedom. Her power no longer there, that one time and time and again crushing her. Helplessness in those days, hatred brewing over the years. One unable in gaining assistance, constantly enduring her torment. A father incapable of properly functioning, an old friend she cannot tell. That child of her smallest hope, those wings spreading once more. A moment it may have been, but that being more than enough. Ignoring the words of the man, trying to contain her anger. That maiden passing by, the demon facing in her direction.
"You can run, but you can never escape me. You will always be mine." His words ringing through the young woman.
Ceasing her movements, that devil slightly looking down. Hatred rising from her depths, voices echoing through her, screaming at her. Those words of the demon fueling her anger, her heart quivering from within. Emotions of the past, experiences never leaving her. One desiring her freedom, to have that life of bliss once more. Actions most unforgivable, pain upon the body and soul. Powerlessness for so long, those years of torment no more. Even so, that one still having a hold on her. Resisting that influence, those numerous voices within her.
Shout your soul! Defiler of Souls!
Let your anguish be known!
No longer stay silent!
No longer allow your sorrow to hold you back!
Shout your soul! Defiler of Souls!
A soul wishing for its freedom, a heart in bondage. Sorrow binding her in place, anguish existing at her depths. These many emotions, indescribable they are. Malevolence intensely burning from her body, thickening by the second. Her blood boiling, waves of feelings crashing through her. One loathing those painful times of the past, unable in leaving it behind. Raising her head, screaming out into the endless abyss. Darkness wildly raging from her, crashing against anything within its path. Ripping away at the memories flooding through, both pleasure and dreadful experiences alike.
"Become nothing but a memory!!!" she screams out.
Agony deep inside, emotions rising by the second. Hatred existing at her core, those feelings flowing free. Malevolence slowly subsiding, revealing a long mouldy pathway in its passing. Decaying with age it is, dying trees all around, that blood moon hanging high in the sky. That young woman standing at the end of the walkway, catching her breath. Settling herself a bit, turning her attention onward. Far ahead, a fiend standing underneath the light of the moon. Fur coating in silver, the body of a man, and head of a wolf. Those blood red eyes glaring at her, the young woman returning a similar gaze. Anger flowing deep inside of her, malevolence wildly raging in every direction. Strongly taking a step forward, gripping the hilt of Lævateinn. That weapon crying out, understanding the despair far within the devil.
This anger I feel deep inside of me, this indescribable hatred...no more...I will no longer stand for this. Even if I must bathe the worlds in malevolence! Then I shall...to be able to return to such a pleasureful time again...to grasp that desired future. Even if I must become corruption itself, then so be it...