Once again before this one, her weak state. Those chilling crimson eyes, striking down the spine of the demoness. Shaking the resolve of countless, a formidable opponent.

Constantly continuing onward, no matter of her despair. One residing in the farthest of abyss, her slowly returning will. Yearning to complete her line, finding herself before someone of the past.

Riza’s cautious state, defensively raising her scythe. Malevolence shrouding the area, empowering this succubus. Her brightly burning darkness, expanding her wings. Rushing at the maiden, her intense speed. Extending Reviver afar, calmness of her eyes on her foe.

Nearing the young woman, striking down at her, slicing through an afterimage. Awareness on this ability, glancing to the sky. Thrusting her staff at the demoness, divine lightning racing to her target.

This approaching attack, that devil rushing away from the assault. This force barraging the field, one flying around the many strikes. Ripping apart the land, rubble scattering far. Revealing her pure white wings, this divinity bathing the area, locking onto her enemy.

Bursting through the air, pursuing the demoness. Trailing this one, that succubus looking back, unease in her vision. This cold night, that crimson moon shining down its light. That vampire's attention to the food stand, an idea to his mind.

Sneaking towards it, those two beings clashing throughout the air. Shockwaves breaking the area, water rising high from the swamp, decaying trees falling to the ground. Slowly floating back, Riza's vision on the young woman landing on the earth.

Those trembling eyes of the demoness, her desperately racing heart. Darkness always existing in this maiden, a frightening power not belonging to an angel. Blackness igniting from the body of the entity, unease of the succubus. Fear clawing at her, one from the deepest of shadows slowly surfacing.

"What kind of an angel are you...? Angels are not supposed to possess this much power..." Riza stammering a bit.

"Wish I can answer that myself..." Cyra distantly thinking.

Words from this succubus, wishing to know herself. Memories in her past, seeking after them. Racing down her black path, clashing against those of the night. Sins following her, awareness in this. The night itself, uncertainty in controlling this disaster.

Answers not with her, this hatred at her depths. Her crying heart, this endless chain of tragedies. Highly raising Rebellion, malevolence flowing from her body, transferring to her weapon. This crushing pressure, that demoness witnessing the concentrating darkness.

A devastating force, this new development. Unleashing her despair, this will from long ago, blackness reflecting her desires. At this moment, that vampire walking away from the food stand. Several burgers and a drink, happily consuming one.

"Now what is the progress of the battle....?" looking ahead.

His eyes on this malice, the violently shaking area. Distantly gazing at it, feeling these emotions from Cyra. Someone will to relish in her imperfections and selfish desires, her path to becoming corruption itself.

These sentiments from her, that will to oppose reason. One slowly making her way to the surface, the night influencing her return. Two back to back in darkness, his eyes in her direction.

Facing her, reaching for her. That one moving onward, running after her, screaming out to her. Someone always pushing beyond, embracing what is within.

"You constantly fight, and will continue to do so...until we are successful..." His vision a bit away.

Blackness of the soul, a heart never stopping. Continuously seeking her direction, enduring pain. Constantly falling, rising once more. Leaping high into the air, aiming herself at Riza.

Cold sweat running down the side of the demoness' face, her rapidly racing heart. This concentrating energy, those red eyes on the succubus. Descending on her foe, crashing her weapon against her enemy's own.

Rebellion crying out, darkness wildly raging. Negativity forming a tornado, trapping these two in its harshness. Debris flying everywhere, two clashing in its intensity. Both riding along the many waves, that young woman colliding her sword into the scythe of her foe.

This devastating force, shaking her body. One from the deepest of shadows, power long hiding in the abyss. This terrifying strength, Riza struggling against it.

Pushing against the other at the bottom, this endless night bringing nightmares into reality. Fear building in the demoness, this one breaking away from the maiden. Her scythe afar, scrapping it against the land.

Her eyes meeting with the young woman, both rushing at one another. Their locking eyes, connecting once again, that entity pressing onward. Her burning determination, those raging emotions. That demoness deeply looking into her vision, her widening gaze.

Someone else in the farthest of shadows, those cold piercing crimson eyes. Her cracking scythe, that maiden locking onto this moment. Striking through, shattering the weapon. Appearing on the other end, Riza's trembling vision, those descending pieces of her scythe.

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Facing her opponent, aiming her blade at the succubus. This one falling to her knees, shielding herself. Fearfully closing her eyes, that maiden looking down at her. This subsiding tornado, these ruinous surroundings.

Not feeling the blade of the young woman, wondering on this. Slowly lowering her arms, opening her vision. Gazing at the blade of the entity, that person standing on her side. Aiming it at the demoness, that succubus' beating chest.

Crimson eyes growing softer, placing away Rebellion. This surprising Riza, visions meeting with the other. A mission almost at completion, that young woman folding her arms, her slightly stern expression.

"So, you have made your decision, heh..." That vampire looking at Cyra.

This slowly returning one, always following her heart. Not backing down, feverishly resisting the reason of others. Proceeding with her own, shouting what is inside. One of the past, her presence before him. Once a bright individual, her smile in those days.

Extending her hand, ventures coming from the meeting between two. Her displeasure for fighting, despising it. This heart of softness, still maintaining it. His vision slightly below, this horrifying night bringing back one from old. Awaiting her return, a promise in keeping, his goal in mind.

"The next time we meet...things will be different, I promise."

Parting words, this agonizing pain. Remaining in silence, watching from nearby. Yearning for her return, his promise to her. This horrific dusk, damage on her seal. Needing her arrival, this coming chance.

Refusing in failing this time, witnessing her development. That maiden's attention on Riza, willingness in ending their conflict. This succubus's beating chest, an intense weight on her shoulders, tears in her eyes.

That young woman standing there, engraving her image into the soul of the demoness. Shortly breaking her silence, placing her hand on her waist.

"Have you learned your lesson now, Riza?" some strictness from Cyra.

Her decision in going forward, delight from the succubus, her flowing tears. Strangeness in this one, turning a blind eye. Quivering at this, never believing in this possibility. Those within this night, possibilities inside of it.

Her shaking arms and legs, this fear deep within her. Her overflowing emotions, that one from the deepest of abyss. Striking horror, a different one within this maiden. Her accelerating heart, that demoness crying out.

"Ye—yyeesss!!!" she wails.

"Good, no more mischief now." Cyra faintly smiling.

Kneeling to the succubus, placing a gentle hand on her head. This one similarly to a child, embracing the young woman, crying out. Acknowledging faults, everyone with them. Their way in going forward, yet something more beneath the surface.

Weighing sins, these constantly on the shoulders of the entity. Allowing this demoness to calm, shortly rising from the land. That vampire walking up to the two, scratching his cheek with his index finger.

"So...no one is dying?" he verifies.

"Hey! You stole my food!" Riza yelling, standing up.

"I am owed this!" the vampire stressing.

Two behaving similarly to kids, that young woman holding the side of her head. These sentiments within her, guiding her back to the past. Experience with this, awareness in it. Horrors within the dusk, these blissful feelings.

Peace for a bit, allowing for further exploration. These pleasant encounters, a vampire in equivalence to her old friend. Appreciating these moments, importance in moving onward.

"Riza, tell me the path to the Royal Crypts, and we will call it even." Cyra folding her arms.

A strange individual, Riza thinking on this. Cold yet warm, not expecting this ending, grateful for it. Turning towards Cyra, a sisterly figure of the young woman. A simple request from her, a closer bond between the two.

That image inside of the maiden, one resting in the deepest of abyss. This horrifying the demoness, wondering on the entity. Mysteries of the past, those underneath this twilight, playing within its hands.

"Oh you're no fun at all...! Jeez, fine, you can find it towards the east of here, past this swamp." Shrugging at the maiden.

"You have my thanks, you may leave now." Cyra positioning her arms in a thinking posture.

One shrouding in a mist, concealing what is within. Her soft heart, this always existing. Pain from her malevolence, that succubus feeling it. Still extending a hand, enduring anguish, sorrow, resisting the reason of others. Her goal in mind, moving towards days of old.

Clashing against those of the night, facing her challenges. Walking down her lonely path, trailing hands of shadows. Riza facing the vampire, his blank expression towards her. Slowness of him, warning signs shortly exploding in his mind.

"You know, if you want, you can come along with me." Winking at him.

"HELL NO!!!" the demon quickly diving behind Cyra.

Glancing back to the vampire, disbelief from the young woman. Hiding behind her, this childish one. Innocence in this night, overlooking some things. Facing these challenges, surpassing her foes.

Seeking after what is within, never backing down. Shouting what is inside, her feverish spirit. That succubus sighing at this, wondering on the reason for her failure. Littleness in this matter, her attention shifting the maiden.

"Until another time, Cyra." Riza smiling.

Watching this one, witnessing Riza flying away, this demoness waving at her. Strangeness of an individual, someone in this night. More to her, awareness on this. Acting on her opportunity, defeating this one, extending a hand to her.

This heart remaining true to itself, continuously seeking what is inside, yet softness still existing. These blissful feelings, its guiding force. Her burning will, one steadily returning from the shadows. Shortly facing the vampire, her humorless expression.

"So let me get this straight, you raided her shop while we were battling it out." Cyra placing her hand upon her waist.

Rising to his feet, his vision slightly away, thinking on the situation. His action in going forward, a moment to his awareness. Acting on it, getting his prize. Simpleness underneath the dusk, purely flowing sentiments.

This not surprising her, a questionable one. Reminding her of another, this bringing some ease. His attention to a burger in his hand, an idea to his mind.

"Burger...?" smiling at her, raising it to her.

Nodding her head in disbelief, expecting this, taking the sandwich. A clownish individual, appreciating his presence. Pleasantness in the night, one always finding a way in brightening the way. That young woman turning away, heading deeper into the dusk.

An unlikely encounter with another, this forming a bond between two. Her soft heart, one from the deepest of abyss making her way into actuality. This will to oppose reason, burning brighter every hour. Emotions far inside, those feelings becoming more bearable.

Riza was not of expectance, in the end...she is like a child. Maybe I am too easy on her, but I suppose that is fine. Still...what she said was true, angels do not possess this much power...so what exactly am I...? What am I not remembering...?