Words to the Elven's attention, her slowly fading tears. Moving back a bit, gazing into the eyes of the young woman. Wondering on the truth of it, her hopeful vision. An unlikely possibility, yet holding onto this chance.

This small light, worth in pursuing. Desiring for those days again, this slowly calming princess, slightly looking down. A powerful entity, providing a possibility, an unbelievable situation.

"H—how..?"

One underneath the light of the crimson moon, its gripping pull. Leading her back to her past, this sinister malice within her. Choosing her path, not allowing for her silence.

A person having influence over life, these selfish emotions. An Elven wishing for old days, smiles so long ago. Everything falling apart, this eternal night making her reality into a nightmare.

Devils around every end, horror plaguing a kingdom. One from the deepest of abyss steadily coming into actuality, her heart setting on a decision, proceeding as herself.

"I will need to regain my former power, only then will I be able to do the nigh impossible. It is not something I am supposed to do, but just this once I will overturn this law, okay...?" Cyra's soft voice.

"O—okay..."

Power far from her original, slowly grappling with it. Awareness on her possibility, grandness of her. Standing in blackness, shining light into this darkness.

Walking onward, capability in overturning the law of life. A reprehensible action, not caring for this. Following what is inside, embracing what is within. Rising from the ground, Anya doing the same.

That vampire walking in, standing behind the maiden. His eyes on her, this one still the same, awaiting her return. That princess' gaze on the young woman, Cyra proceeding with the rest of the message.

"Anya...he was a brave and admirable man. You were always on his mind, until the very end..." That maiden folding her arms.

"Lance...he...he never came back. Richter...Richter did this to me...why...?" Anya's depressing tone.

"Answering that would be like answering why there is murder in the first place. From what I can tell from a general standing point, he despised the king for the loss of his family." Cyra slightly looking away.

Guiding hatred, enduring cruelness. Unable in letting go, those boiling sentiments. Desperately trying to move forward, this never leaving pain.

His growing feelings over the years, a day engraving into him. A king doing his best, incapability in righting his wrongs.

Powerful desires, that former knight aligning with the Lord of Darkness. Embracing what is within, bringing about destruction. His reason in proceeding, emotions high in the night.

"Anya...if you want to see him again, I will need your help, okay?" Cyra looking into her eyes.

"My...help...? How...?" tilting her head in confusion.

"This is a war, there is only so much I can do on my own. If you can assist me in the battle against Hades, then we will have a much greater chance of returning everything to normal here."That young woman's hands behind her back.

"I—I will try..." Some timidness from Anya.

"Thank you." Her attention a bit away.

This long night, the increasing madness. Limits on her, hope in her hands. Refusing to falter, running down her path. Reaching for the past, her soft heart.

Extending a guiding hand, bringing this Elven into her embrace. This one before her, reflecting a similar feeling to a younger sibling.

Deciding on her direction, her deep selfishness, following what is within. No matter of her chances, this one continuing onward, her will to grab hold of the nigh impossible.

"You've come far, opposing your duty. Indeed, that resolve from long ago is slowly returning. Even if the chances are minuscule at best, keep resisting...Cyra." The vampire faintly smiling, looking up to the velvet moon.

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This bleeding moon, signaling the presence of one. Longness since this, encountering an entity in this madness. This shining hope, her nearing approach.

Returning with each passing hour, light in the deepest of darkness. Opposing the reason of others, an old resolve burning inside of the young woman.

Pushing onward in her path, walking down this endless abyss. Rebelling against others, behaving irrationally, yet these actions birthing a new form of reason. A continuously resisting will, giving hope onto others.

—The Past Revisited—

—18 Days Ago—

This unrestful night, that bleeding moon shining down its light on the land. Demons lurking in the shadows, infinitely extending pain. A castle still standing, that princess in her room.

Learning of the demise of Lance, this crashing against her. Possibilities to her attention, this hesitation within her, a distressing situation. Mixtures of emotions grabbing at her, fear and hatred.

A horrific outcome, this anger in her, unable in properly grieving. Desperately hoping for the prince's wellbeing, yearning for his death to be an inaccuracy.

"M—my options...? What do you mean...?" her shaking voice.

"Well, there is no king, no queen, and there is no prince. There is only you now, and many knights." Richter gesturing his hand to her.

A king losing his life, the queen in the wind, that prince no longer there. This crushing weight on her shoulders, these dreadful feelings. Pieces falling into place, a few more to go, that former knight approaching his goal.

Facing her direction, a smirk to his face. His shifting posture, unease in the Elven. Another turn, this suspicious action to the princess.

"I was thinking you can be more use to our new lord hm hm."

"New lord? What are you speaking of?!" this alarming her.

Her quivering heart, hearing of this. Steadily rationalizing his message, a traitor amongst them. This reality setting in, the disaster around them. None on the throne, a kingdom in a terrible state.

Knights without leadership, a new power of a possibility. Her trembling eyes, this crushing situation. His reason in going forward, unable in forgetting his hardships. His boiling hatred, acting on what is within.

"Ah, Hades will be proud to have yet another minion."

Chuckling a bit, extending his hand to the princess. Swirling darkness in the room, a malefic pentagram materializing in front of him. This blackness grabbing her, its agonizing force.

Feeling herself ripping apart from the inside, horrifyingly screaming, none hearing her cries. Wings sprouting from her back, her expanding body, shifting into a griffin on the lower half.

Her top remaining a person, malice leaving her, that disappearing pentagram. That princess standing there, confusingly observing the area. Shortly looking straight at the former knight, his proud vision.

Squawking in confusion, her low intelligence. That man turning to the balcony, pointing at it. This beast facing the direction, her eyes on the wide open sky.

"Now go on, go out there, and do some hunting my pet." Slightly smiling.

Fear still inside of her, that sky providing safety away from this place. Awareness in this much, expanding her wings. Flying towards the balcony, that man following her.

Shortly standing on the platform, his vision on the beast flying afar. Facing away, shrugging at the situation. Moving closer to his desire, willingness in grasping it, no matter of the distance.

"You will have to forgive me Anya, I really do not hold any resentment towards you or that prince..." Heading onward, his hands behind his back.

—Present Time—

Blowing dust in the wasteland, rubble in the area. An unpredictable night, that princess standing close to the maiden. A sisterly figure to her, these growing sentiments.

A way always existing, the young woman believing in this. An entity of old reflecting her nature into actuality, giving a bit of hope. A chance in reversing this, that Elven grasping at the possibility.

One uncaring for her duties, choosing her own way forward. Opposing this rationality, her soft heart holding true, no matter of the morrow ahead. Facing her direction onward, her hand on her waist.

"Our next stop is the Royal Crypts." That maiden's calm voice.

Extending her arm, gripping the hilt of Rebellion, removing it from the ground. Placing it away, proceeding onward in this endless night. Those eyes of the velvet moon, an object bringing her unease.

Familiarity with it, an orb leading her back to her past. Pursuing this way, willingness in facing her challenges. These gripping uncertainties, reaching for the light at the end of this nightmare. Wondering on her memories, one from the past slowly surfacing, emotions clawing its way to the top.

This unwavering resolve, embracing her imperfections and selfish desires. An entity becoming corruption itself, damning the Nine Worlds, all for her deepest wish. Many lingering questions, this dusk steadily providing answers.

Anya and the vampire looking to the other, shortly following behind. That demon waiting for her return, one able to bring forth a miracle. His own selfishness, yearning in finally stopping this chain of tragedies on her. Embracing in this instance, enjoying the moment.

"And now this is officially a roadtrip!" the cheering vampire .

"Ignore him, he has a few screws loose in his head." Cyra glancing back to the Elven, shaking her head in disbelief.

Reminding her of another, joy in the night, a pleasant experience. Constantly faltering morale, one continuously providing more. Lifting her spirit, giving support, participating in his own way.

An oddity of him, that princess in awareness on this. These blissful feelings, joyously squawking, that Elven ascending into the air. Flying ahead, soaring this sky.

No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, hope always existing. Smallness of the chances, one from the deepest of abyss willing in grabbing hold of the nigh impossible.

My sins of the past, this moon leading me towards it. These emotions within me, I do not serve the gods, that I am certain of. I am finished following your orders, Magi's.