Days so long ago, both pleasureful and dreadful it has been. A Tyrant falling into the pit of despair, his eyes fixating on the blackness all around. That maiden once having love for the worlds, hatred now consuming her. Even so, that heart resisting, seeking a path back to those happier times. Heaven and earth once meeting, two of differing worlds connecting. Experiences of blissfulness, torment at rest for a moment. Feelings reaching for the nigh impossible, that resolve feverishly igniting. Darkness stretching for miles, an endless abyss. Malevolence pulsating, that negativity slowly purifying.
From the deepest of shadows, that young woman horizontally floating. Darkness holding her in an embrace, emotions residing at her depths. Those feelings steadily rising, tackling the challenges ahead. Gluttony, the trial in devouring, one consuming the malevolence all around. Falling further into despair, anguish tearing away at the soul. One unleashing their desires, resisting what is reason. One embracing their imperfections and selfish desires, slowly becoming corruption itself. Times of the past, pleasure existing in those days. A heart in bondage, that soul seeking the endless sky, wings desiring to soar.
Wrath, one accepting their hatred deep within, overcoming those fears far inside of them. That will to destroy, burying those cruel memories inside days of yore. Gluttony devouring, permanently engraving upon the soul of the person. That past forever becoming one with the person, hatred casting out their weakness. Contradicting one may say, but this of the reality. Two steps towards corruption, feelings guiding the way. Each trial containing their own phase, one willing to reach for the nigh impossible. That one loathing the battlefield, agonizing it is. Years upon years of conflict, pain striking the soul. A life of bondage, that will desperately holding on.
One unable in enduring any longer, those wings seeking to soar once again. Regret lingering at the depths, one desiring for another conclusion. Those eyes of the young woman slowly opening, Cyra witnessing the darkness all around her. That devil closely fixating her vision onward, shadowy hands surrounding her. Her heart rate intensifying, those crimson eyes immediately widening. The maiden finding herself upon her knee, that gate within the familiar graveyard. The realm in between the living and the dead, a moon bleeding its light down upon her. Experiencing the pressure within the air, that devil feeling short of breath. Another trial no doubt, that maiden standing from the ground. Distantly holding her hand to her chest, well in awareness that there is no going back.
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That path going forward, desires feverishly burning. One seeking days of the past, embracing the corruption within her. None may mourn her, countless possibly scorning her. Even so, that is okay. To be able to grasp those times so long ago, to right that wrong that has been done. This being more than enough, those seeking the smallest chance. A stressful sigh escaping her, that young woman slowly shaking her head from left to right. Lowering her hand to her side, Cyra heading onward. Making her way down the pathway, those eyes upon the many tombstones. One towards her far east, the object brilliantly shining a light. That maiden ignoring it for now, heading towards the gate on the opposite end of the graveyard. Standing there, resting her vision upon it. That place of most comfort, blissful memories existing ahead. That devil wondering of her mother, soon extending her hands onward.
"Whatever happens...I will see this through to the end..." She distantly speaks.
Feelings rising from her depths, a heart breaking its shackles. Wings wishing to soar, those times of the past scarring upon her. A life falling apart, pain gripping at her even now. No matter so, that devil reaching her hand out. Even if the chances are minuscule at best, this no less enough in opposing. Pushing open the gate, embracing the warmth of the light shining through. Walking forward, slowly fading away. These blissful emotions, a place far away from her torment. Dreadful her experiences may be, but light existing in the farthest of darkness.
No matter the sorrow I feel deep within...I must always remember, these events are in the past. The past will eternally remain as such, but it does not mean that I cannot have those times again. My desires may be selfish...but it does not hurt to experience this now and then...