Experiences of painfulness, scars never healing. Memories forever within her, a father losing her trust. Years upon years of agony, torment day into day out. A voice in silence, her heart seeking the endless sky. A solution coming into place, desperation at hand. One grasping her freedom for a moment, giving it up, trying to save her own. Failure coming about, a thousand years of bondage. Feeling an approaching presence, her eyes slowly opening. Glancing towards her right, seeing a hand moving in her direction. Instantly revealing her revolver, holding it to the forehead of a devil. That demon freezing, paralysis coming over him. Those eyes of his meeting her cold ones, his heart violently pounding within his chest.
"You must certainly have a death wish." She calmly speaks.
"S—Sorry...!" he stammers.
"Not good enough."
A realm of lawlessness, her heart consuming with blackness. Despite it all, one trying to maintain herself, those days so long ago. One once filling with love for the worlds, hatred growing over the years. Rendering the butte of her revolver into his abdomen, that demon feeling the wind leaving his body. Falling to his knees, holding his stomach in excruciating pain. Looking up, witnessing Cyra flipping out of her chair, fiercely kicking him across his head. That demon flying across the area, the maiden directing her gun in his direction. Those eyes homing in, one accepting her way onward, yet holding onto who she is at her depths.
"Farewell..."
Pulling the trigger, a burst of negative energy rushing out. That assault striking through the skull of the demon, malevolence compressing, violently exploding. Turning away from the scene, that maiden paying the rest no mind. Demons in shock, fear at their depths. Eyes trembling, witnessing pieces scattering on the deck of the ship. Placing her hands inside the pockets of her coat, Cyra calmly walking onward. Desires guiding her way, hatred at her depths. That smallest of chance in sight, selfish she may be. Even so, her heart trying to maintain itself. High above the clouds, far beyond the worlds below, along the waves of energy revealing the realm of the heavens.
Floating platforms connecting through chains, an area going on for miles without end. An ancient gate standing tall, protecting those within. Passing through it, the realm of Asgard revealing. Home of the angels, and throne of the gods. Further in, through the civilization. A palace reaching high above, from below, a labyrinth surrounding it. Statues of the deities around each end, two lakes shimmering underneath the light of the sun. Wind of gentleness, unsettling emotions lingering. Inside of the palace, Odin sitting on his throne. His vision on a chessboard in front of him, that deity touching the piece of a king. Tense his expression is, thinking to the devil whose power is continuously increasing.
"Truly a monster this demon is..." His voice expressing some concern.
A devil surviving an attack against so many, defeating those within the Tower of Time. Clashing against a god, defeat coming to her, shaking the resolve of those above. Venturing into the land in between the living and the dead, surpassing her trials. Embracing her selfishness, thriving even further. One felling so many, pursuing her desires. Resting his vision on each of the pieces, seeing the knight always in place, and a queen existing for an emergency. That All-Father knocking over the Queen piece, well in awareness on finding her vulnerability. Even so, far from simple this is.
"And her father is taking to the playing field as well. Though, his actions are still unknown." Some tension revealing within Ares voice.
Events so long ago, pieces making their way into reality once again. A single life connecting these changes, hearts at an unrest. A father in the deepest of despair, rising out of the shadows. Unrest within the room, their path shifting with each play. Odin resting his vision onward, those followers all conversing. Each well in awareness on the situation, Freya having an idea in mind, turning towards Chronos, positioning her arms in a thinking posture. A heart towards a certain one, painful it may be, but hope no less. Grateful towards another, doing everything she can.
"Perhaps we can take advantage of this." Freya states, faintly smiling.
An advantage in place, pieces to play on the chessboard. A goddess thinking of someone, that heart of the person residing with another. Deities losing their way, actions of despicableness upon those below. Her own path in moving forward, returning a bit towards a certain one. Painful it is upon her, that goddess willing in enduring. Grim the situation is, gods running out of options. Possibilities coming at hand, a way to combat the threat. Odin turning his attention towards her, welcoming any idea. A devil rising beyond her station, tackling the harshest of challenges.
"How so?" Chronos folding his arms.
"You should do your research, Chronos. Cyra absolutely despises her father, it just might be possible to have her take him out. That or vice versa." Freya lowering her arms.
A bond between two no more, that Tyrant turning her life upside down. Hostility within her home, one unable in escaping. Constantly underneath the eye of a demon, difficulties continuously in place. Hatred in his decision, despair consuming her. A soul trying to break its shackles, wings desiring to soar. Memories eternally scarring upon her, agony incomparable. One walking in the deepest of abyss, loneliness for so long. Dreadful times forever tormenting her, anger boiling at her depths. That young woman pushing against the tides, seeking the faintest light within the darkness.
"Hmm...but exactly how would we set this up?" Artemis positioning her hand upon her chin.
A plan having merit, that devil diving further into her despair, becoming stronger. Hatred deep within, desires strongly protruding. Selfishness leading her way onward, sins staining her soul. Corruption ensuing, grabbing hold of the smallest chance. Minuscule it may be, but that being enough to resist. Weaponizing her despair, a way in ending her father and weakening her. A similar possibility from another end, an opportunity coming into actuality. Freya facing Odin, that All-Father looking in her direction. A goddess having a follow up, that connecting point.
"They will eventually meet, for now, it would be wise in activating the Forbidden One." Freya suggesting.
"I don't like this idea, but we are running out of options at this point." Ares folding his arms.
"Hydra huh...yes, that beast would even give us gods some problems." Odin positioning his arms in a thinking posture.
A beast from ancient times, deities sealing it away. A monster threatening even to those high above, a situation most of importance. Requiring the service of this serpent, unease in the hearts of the gods. Difficult it may be in putting it back in its cage, but its power greatly of valuableness. Freya facing away, thinking to another, her eyes of distantness. Far below, within that lawless world. Over the seas, that ship sailing along. Night setting in, the maiden standing on the deck. Gazing over the ocean, that unsettling water. Resting her vision down, witnessing some ripples forming. Deep below, a beast lurking, slowly circling the vessel. Six heads, scales black as the abyss, malevolence immensely emitting from its body.
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"Hm?"
Emotions within those distant times, a night sparkling underneath the stars. Wind gently flowing along, demons minding their own business. A goal in mind, memories scarring upon the soul. Wings desiring to soar, opposing what is reason. Those crimson eyes suspicious on the water, seeing more ripples forming. Strange it is, that breeze steadily stopping. Gauging the possibilities, boredom perhaps setting in. Long this trip has been, that young woman wishing in getting closer to her desires. Fighting against the shackles binding her, resisting those above.
"Fishes it might be, still, this is out of the ordinary..." Her vision slightly more serious.
Revealing her revolver in her left hand, directing it down at the ripples. Pulling the trigger, a burst of negativity rushing out. That assault striking the water, silence coming over it. Closely resting her vision onward, witnessing more ripples coming into place. A figure hastily approaching, waves of water rushing high, that devil stepping away, unrest within her. Glaring through the walls of water, eyes burning in darkness. Waves falling, a mighty serpent revealing itself. Those six heads reaching long, its dark scales. That monster mightily screeching, immense pressure crushing down. Devils in shock, fear inside of him. High above, in a realm far from those below. Through those platforms connecting by chains, outside of the ancient gate, that supreme god standing. Valor looking down, his vision on the passing clouds. Conflict within him, hearing the crying of the forbidden one. Slightly looking away, contemplating his decision.
"Hydra..."
Pain engraving upon his soul, a heart in bondage. Times of distant days, a companion of closeness. Words never reaching, two going their own way. A night of unrest, his old friend losing her life. Returning for a moment, clashing against an atrocity. A chance in resurrecting her child, equivalence of a failure. Years of confusion, meeting on the battlefield. His hands taking her life, disgust in their constant separation. Memories of his earliest days with her, those points barely holding him together. Those eyes of crimson, her stern expression coming to his awareness.
Times of yore, two from differing worlds. One of highness, the other walking the land. Smaller points bringing them together, a friendship growing. Hostility coming about, anger in the eyes of crimson. That one reflecting the ocean not wishing in upsetting the other, hearts at an unrest. Dark clouds high in the sky, rain pouring down in the grassy field. That single tree standing tall, sorrow from the event at hand. Tension within the air, that breeze like blades. Valor upon his knee, looking up to Cyra. Her sword directing at his head, those eyes of coldness upon him. Disappointment in her companion, friends perhaps, but a divisive line on acceptability.
"Will you really stand back, and allow innocent lives to be lost? Was my father right about you?" that young woman glaring down at him.
A heart of softness, one holding love for many. One constantly rising to the challenge, tackling those far above her. A devil loathing the battlefield, yet stepping in. Conflicting it is, but a decision she can live with. Valor slightly turning his attention away, the role of a god and those below being far different. Understanding her displeasure, never desiring in disappointing her. Emotions clashing deep inside of him, difficulty of a decision in making. Corruption in existence, one no less the voice for those who cannot speak.
"A life is a life...no matter how insignificant it is. I am no hero, farthest from it really. Even so, everyone deserves a voice." She calmly states.
Hostility inside of her home, one incapable of expression. Agony tormenting her, frustration at her core. One desiring answers of the past, questions constantly plaguing her mind. A Tyrant falling into the depths of despair, his daughter suffering each step of the way. Her heart filling with love for the worlds, giving to those an experience she can never have. Feelings deep within, resolve holding strong. That deity slightly looking down, roles that are much different. No matter so, certain grounds they can meet on.
"Is that so...?" he questions.
"Indeed." Her voice soft upon him.
Turning his attention up to her, that gentleness in her eyes. Those high above may reprimand his action, but that is okay. A deity unwilling in disappointing his companion, a bond between an unlikely two. Conflict may come, countless might damn them. Even so, they shall continue pressing onward together. Feelings in direction towards the other, hearts at a rest. Rain steadily hitting against them, the wind lightening. Cold it is, but most refreshing. Those leaves of the tree swaying in the breeze, calmness coming from it.
"Very well then, let's go get em." He smiles at her.
Hearing those words, that friend continuing in meeting her expectations. Lowering her blade, similarly returning a smile. Endless those worlds are, both standing their ground together. Experiences of simplicity, emotions riding the many distances. Different their roles may be, but a ground two can meet on. One from highness, the other walking the land. A deity following his friend, no matter of the destination. Reprehensible it may be, but their bond never waining. Emotions guiding the way, both embracing in the bliss of the other.
Actions leading to an ending of one of dearness, indecisiveness harming his closest companion. Despair deep within, one loathing the worlds. No matter so, desperately holding onto those times of joy. Hanging his head low, frustration reflecting from his vision. His fists shaking, combatting the grief far inside. That loyalty to one of the past, a life is a life. Words inside of him, that young woman constantly remaining the voice for those that does not have one. A devil possessing hatred for battle, but still continuing onward. Behaving in this way, that deity well in awareness that disappointment is what she will have been experiencing.
"A life is a life huh...you taught me much...damn it all...fine..." He reluctantly speaks.
Feelings binding to those days so long ago, fealty never fading. Aggravation deep within, a heart in pain. Far below, in that lawless world. A night of misfortune, waves at an unrest, rain heavily pouring down. That ship swaying back and forth in the presence of the serpent, water feeling like knives. The Hydra descending on the maiden, those poisonous fangs moving in upon its prey. Dashing away, those heads of the fiend colliding into the deck of the ship. Heavy the impact is, the vessel shaking even more. Screaming filling the area, panic all around. Passengers in desperation, some jumping overboard. Holding her ground, Cyra glancing around. Pressure of intensity, a ship at a risk of sinking.
That devil treading through the harshest of abyss, rising to the countless challenges. Loneliness at her depths, resolve remaining strong. Two meeting on the battlefield, a race against time it is. That Hydra glaring down at her, acidic compounds dripping from its jaws, hitting against the vessel. Steam rising, mixing into the air. Harder it is in breathing, those elements combining. A fiend of powerfulness, destroying the oxygen around it. That serpent lunging down at the maiden, one of the heads approaching. Those eyes of crimson locking on, the devil motioning in meeting it in kind. Lævateinn scraping against the deck, connecting into the neck of the fiend. Severing it's head, blood gushing out of the wound. That part of its body falling to the deck, a beast uncaring of its injury, peculiar this is towards the young woman.
"Something is not right here..." Unease coming over her.
Blood streaming down, rain descending from above. Thick the air is, unsettling emotions all around. That stump rapidly moving, the halfbreed stepping away, witnessing two more heads emerging. That serpent salivating, more acid dripping below, burning away at the vessel. Slowly turning her attention around, witnessing gas merging with the cold air, her vision trembling. Those demons on board struggling in breathing, some perishing. A beast growing stronger, regenerating its injury, evolving along the way. A matter of time, that ship urgently at risk of going under. Grim the situation is, uncertainty on an action to take, that young woman's heart pounding within her chest.
"At this rate...either I will succumb to exhaustion, or this ship will sink..." Unrest within the maiden.
An enemy lurking in the depths of the ocean, a fiend most ferocious. Another challenge in meeting, desperation at hand. From high above, that supreme deity descending. His vision locking onto the ship, floating in place, those eyes of devastation. Once again, his old friend standing against another. One returning from the nigh impossible, resisting what is reason. Unbelievable it is, mixtures of emotions filling him. One of closeness, reaching for the smallest chance. Even if death will take her, that is not enough in keeping her down.
"Cyra..."