A steadily turning wheel, one continuously fighting against conflict. Her heart yearning for freedom, forever holding true to itself. Blackness consuming her, her hand extending forward, reaching for the faintest light. A curse of an existence, opposing the reason of others.
Slowly breaking down barriers, creating miracles. This strengthening night, resolve constantly on trial. Desires clashing in this madness, unable in resting. Questions plaguing her mind, many sentiments within her.
Numerous aiming in silencing her life, her birth of an abomination. Memories in days of yore, seeking after them. Wondering on the location of her old friend, her steadily creeping past.
Fear inside of her, importance in remembering. Unwillingness in fleeing, facing her challenges. Her damning actions, sins of old. These agonizing feelings, a heart wishing to soar. Shortly standing still, this seemingly endless swamp.
Her eyes on the velvet moon, this object shining upon her. Thinking back to the leader of the undead, a man trying to reach the gods years ago. That vampire gazing at her, knowing the effects of battle on her. A calamity of her, her soft heart.
"You okay?" walking to her side, his concerning expression on her.
Closing her eyes, slowly inhaling and exhaling. Soon opening her vision, calming a bit. Countless emotions within her, her weighing sins. Her drive in pressing onward, continuously resisting. Racing down her path, shouting her soul. Not binding, tearing away hands of shadows.
Yearning to realize these desires inside of her, wanting one of deepness. Her agonizing heart, wishing in putting down her arms. Gazing at her direction ahead, this swamp going far. Her faint smile, that vampire distantly looking at her.
"I feel an intense weight of sins pressing down on me. No matter, it feels natural." Her soft voice, her hand to her chest.
Expecting this, his vision away from her. Her heavy burden, carrying this weight. Continuing onward, yearning in making the nigh impossible into an actuality. Stepping on the domain of the gods, clashing against deities. Her feverish heart, shouting what is inside. Not backing down, selfishly pursuing her direction.
This steadily surfacing one, believing in betterment one day. Hope for a brighter morrow, this shining with her. Realms rejecting her, her decisions in going forward. Her powerful desires, crushing her challenges.
"It is only natural, you should know this very well. The actions that are made, you are always head strong, always seeing things through to the end, no matter how painful it is." That vampire turning from her.
His words to her attention, glancing in his direction. Strangeness of this one, knowing about her. Memories not with her, answers with him. Thinking on his message, someone possibly from her past. Considering his identity, facing away from him.
Her hand on her waist, these painful feelings. Naturalness of sins, enduring these sentiments. Constantly seeing events through to its end, not remaining in silence. Emotions guiding her onward, pushing against this relentless night.
"You know an awful lot about me, for someone I recently met that is." Some suspicion from her, slightly looking in his direction.
"Heh, I am just good at reading another person. Not a really useful skill, but one that doesn't get me killed." Shrugging at this.
"Heh, I suppose so." Agreeing with him.
Avoiding her words, expecting this. Wondering on this one, mysteries of this vampire. Coming to her in a time of terribleness, providing aid in the smallest of ways. Joining her in this venture, two against this terrible night.
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Learning a bit about herself, wishing for more knowledge. Childishness from him, these warm feelings. That vampire's attention on a food stand, curiosity from him. Hoping for the chance of a discount, racing over to the establishment.
"Say...what is...—"
Her vision behind, that devil not there. Strangeness in this, looking at her surroundings. Those in this swamp, enemies around any corner. Importance in staying together, horrors lurking in the deepest of shadows.
Shortly spotting him at the food stand, disbelief at this. Bearing witness to this development, allowing it to proceed. Creatures of malice, those in the darkness. Danger around every end, innocence inside of this nightmare.
"Hmm...oh! A double cheese burger, and a drink called... 'You have crossed into death itself...?' Whatever, that too." The vampire brightly smiling.
"You have got to be joking." Cyra slapping her forehead.
"Of course, please come around back, your order will be ready soon." A succubus gesturing.
Many within the influence of the night, a succubus running a food stand. A ploy for trapping others, this unusual location. Happiness from the devil, coming across a discount. Able in resting in this area, excitement in him.
That young woman looking at her fingers, allowing things to proceed. A harsh lesson of requirement, some instincts within her. Allowing one in harming themselves, this leading to betterment next time. That demon reminding her of another, her awareness on the solution.
"Wait a minute...this ain't a burger stand! Cccrrraaapp!!!"
A sounding explosion, wood flying in every direction. Her attention shifting onward, that vampire desperately flying towards her. This pursuing succubus, her armor burning in malice.
Her long flowing hair, those bleeding red eyes. The being’s massive scythe, her vision on the demon. Diving behind the young woman, the vampire peeking out.
His rapidly pounding heart, that demoness floating from a distance. Looking back to the devil, the maiden calmly gazing at him.
"Have you learned your lesson now?"
"Yyeesss!!!" he cries.
One slipping away, that succubus sighing at this. A quick person, his high alert. Breaking away from her, fleeing into the wind. Disappointment in this, unable in winning all of the time.
A night of possibilities, countless inside of it. His strange behavior, refusing her. Something else potentially for the reason, trying to identify it. More to this individual, her certainty on it.
"Here I am, gonna show you such a wonderful time before draining away your life force." Shrugging at him.
This one to the young woman, recognizing her. Methods in trapping her targets, never stopping. One escaping that maiden years ago, this night bringing them before each other once again.
That demoness' eyes on Reviver, this staff to her attention. Her shifting gaze, looking at the young woman. A change in her, yet certainty in the person. Unease growing within her, encountering this entity underneath the dusk.
"You...!" scowling at the maiden.
"It has been much too long, Riza. This time, I can assure you, you will not escape." Cyra’s sharp vision.
This tone, that posture. A difference in her form, yet this gripping feeling. Something more with her, fear crushing down on the succubus. Riza flying back a bit, cautiousness of her.
A mistake long ago costing her much, barely escaping with her life. Encountering the deepest of darkness, a power far beyond her experience. An angel unable in possessing this, yet that entity embracing it.
Her unrelenting resolve, forcing against her challenges. Displaying overwhelming capabilities, this shaking feeling.
"Yeah...you two fight it out...I'm gonna go in a corner and think about my actions...well away from that psycho..." The vampire slowly backing away.
Colors of the heart, infinite in mystery. One from the farthest of abyss, this one slowly returning into actuality. That Lord of Darkness splitting her in two, releasing one of old, damaging a seal. Glancing back to the vampire, disbelief from her.
A childish individual, yet these pleasant emotions. Turning her attention onward, never expecting this succubus in the swamp. This surprising occurrence, her intention in mind, not allowing this opportunity in passing.
"Oh, but vampire dear, we were gonna have so much fun." Riza's hand a bit dreamily to her cheek.
"You're insane!!!" he stresses.
Pouting at this, one continuously evading her. A special case in this devil, uncertainness on the reason. Innocence in the night, childishness of an individual. His reason in proceeding onward, guiding one in her path.
Remaining on the side, providing assistance at times. That demoness not concerning with him, her eyes on the young woman. One possessing power far beyond normalcy, feeling sentiments crushing down on her. A difference this time, her beating chest.
"Anyway, we will settle what was started long ago." Cyra holding back Reviver, generating an electrical force.