A heart yearning for freedom, a soul shackling to the land. One from the deepest of abyss, her scarring emotions. Slowly ascending once more, hatred far inside.
Her soft heart, those sorrowful experiences. Choosing her own way, not allowing for the dictation by another. Resisting the reason of others, traveling further in this endless night.
Questions weighing on her mind, those eyes reflecting the bleeding moon. This familiar nightmare, her deep sadness. Her never forgetting soul, standing in that wasteland, her vision the velvet object.
This beautifully shining orb, bathing the land below. Devils roaming underneath its light, signaling the presence of one. Anya flying high, circling the area.
Her confusing expression below, seeing the vampire walking up behind the young woman. Her hand to her chest, this malevolence in the maiden. Many emotions inside of her, these unsettling sentiments. Slowly returning, those feelings coming into reality once again.
"Why do I feel this...?" slightly biting her lower lip.
Plaguing questions, a curse of an existence, one damning the worlds. Memories no longer there, desires remaining throughout time. An unusual amount of power inside of her, Riza making this clear.
This horrifying situation, continuing deeper into the dusk. Resolve in the darkness, a secret in seclusion. Wondering on her reaction to the truth, heavy sins upon her. Her heart fighting to maintain itself, continuing onward no matter of the dread.
I must remember who I am...
This eternal night, a curse in the dusk. An enemy since birth, many aiming for her life. Fighting against this, uncertainty in the time. Mysteries of her childhood, memories of her parents not there.
These welling sentiments, a tormenting existence, hollowness within. Seeking an end to her tragedies, her deeply burning fire, opposing the reason of others. That descending Elven, landing in front of the maiden.
Confusingly tilting her head, squawking in concern. Gazing at this princess, shortly glancing back to the devil. His reassuring smile, awareness on her struggles.
Agonizing feelings, not knowing about her past. Dreadful emotions, willingness in facing her challenges. Her hand on her waist, looking into the velvet moon, her growing confidence.
"Hey, vampire." Her soft voice.
"Yeah?" propping his arms behind his head.
Walking in blackness, her distant gaze. This faintly shining light, her long path. Stopping her movements, her eyes to her hand. These mirroring walls around her, facing her left.
Touching the object, trailing her hand across it. This clearing image, crimson eyes within them. Stepping back, that fading one. Feeling a presence, glancing behind, her beating chest.
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Anya looking to the vampire, shortly shifting her attention to the maiden. A confusing situation, this sorrow in the area. Emotions between two filling the night, one continuously battling, despising every moment.
Desires far inside, one from long ago steadily coming into reality. Infinite sentiments, hatred deep inside. Enemies around every corner, that young woman pressing onward.
"Tell me one thing, did everyone despise me?" some hesitance in her tone.
"No, not everyone. There are a few that would support you through the darkest of times, especially him." Folding his arms, his vision to the bleeding moon.
"Heh...whatever becomes of this night, I will face my path ahead. I believe I am ready to remember, to face up to the sins I have committed."
Honesty not with her smile, continuously doing so. A facade in it, her sadness within. Willingness in embracing her sins, no matter of the difficulties.
That demon's vision to her, pausing for a bit. This breeze hitting against them, his slightly trembling eyes. Hearing those words, that entity truly returning once more, a promise from the past.
No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, this will constantly resisting. This final hope in her, a chance to right his wrong.
"Really...? Has that time really come at last...?" desperately hoping.
This darkness around her, turning to a shadowy entity. Those crimson eyes on her, fading in front of her. Her hand to her chest, trailing the movements of this one. Facing forward, this way to her past.
Moving onward, reaching for the faintest light. That breeze in the wasteland, turning to the vampire, her gaze on him. This confidence from her, piercing into his soul. An old influence returning into reality, confronting the morrow ahead.
No matter of her pain, pushing forward towards a better tomorrow. Engraving her image into the souls of countless, damning the Nine Worlds, all for her deepest desire.
This wish sharing with another, to be able to return to the time she has been most happy. One eternally becoming the enemy, aiming towards her goal. Many desires inside, one true wish at the depths of the abyss.
"Even if the worlds so shall damn me, then I accept that. No more hiding, when this conflict is over, I will remember." Certainty from her.
Confusion from the princess, barely understanding this. Squawking at them, asking for clarification. That young woman glancing back to her, this one amongst them. Memories in her past, no longer fleeing, facing this head on.
Her soft heart, her powerful resolve. Enduring pain, opposing the reason of others, her true desire within. This nearing chance, that demon waiting on it. A way in severing this chain of tragedies, thinking on it for a long time.
"Simply know, that I have some things to settle." Cyra informing her.
Unable to fully understand this, that Elven tilting her head. Gathering the basic idea, problems within. Emotions slowly coming free, that maiden extending her hand in this madness.
Facing Anya, that maiden passing her. Unforgivable actions, accepting it. Proceeding onward, not allowing for her silence. Her burning desires, these underneath the dusk.
"Let us go, onward to the Royal Crypts." Calmly commanding.
Anya smiling, following along in excitement. This entity giving hope onto others, unable to do so for herself. This endless conflict, her agonizing pain. Her unrelenting drive, reaching for the smallest chance. That vampire standing there for a moment, admiring her.
This same one from years ago finally returning, those painful experiences. Remaining in quietness, watching her over the passing time. Shortly trailing after her, awaiting the return of an old friend. To right his wrong, to fulfill her wish.
I may not know what my past may hold, but even so...this malevolence burning deep within me, I shall accept it. No more hiding, it is time I face what I am. Old friend, wherever you are, I will find you, and these emotions shall be realized...