A bond between two, turmoil constantly setting in. Agony never leaving, distressing this is. Frustration within the deity, his fists shaking. His eyes catching a space of distortion, negativity concentrating. Closing fixating his vision, nine black feathery wings emerging from the depths. Witnessing those wings expanding, spreading far and wide. Moving back a bit, uncertainty on what to think. An entity revealing, dark metallic skin, wings in resemblance to the Nine Winged Seraph. Floating in front of the serpent, her cold blood red eyes glaring at it.
"Is that...Cyra...?" shock expressing from him.
One embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, becoming corruption itself. Emotions deep within, hatred fueling her way. Pain branding upon her, torment never leaving. A heart breaking its shackles, wings spreading once more. Rising to the challenge, opposing what is above her. Extending her right arm, malevolence tearing away at it. Those eyes of the deity trembling, seeing her arm slowly transforming. A massive shadowy claw of a dragon emerging from the darkness, that Hydra lunging at the maiden. Feelings feverishly extending, meeting the threat at hand. Her senses heightening, that claw instantly meeting one of the many heads. Rain stabbing down, waves splashing high, twisters flowing through.
Emotions steadily rising, that assault stopping in its tracks. Expanding her claw, immediately squeezing down on the head. Blood seeping through the wound of the fiend, negativity flowing from the serpent towards the devil, assimilating into her body. That head steadily dehydrating, becoming dark crimson energy. Crushing the floating orb, the Hydra loudly screeching. Valor trying to rationalize this sight, an event more out of a nightmare. Slightly turning away his attention, thinking back a bit. One born underneath the light of the crimson moon, possessing a claw, devouring her enemies. Traveling in the deepest of abyss, a companion constantly trying to reach. Slowly shaking his head from left to right, facing onward.
"No...that is not her..." Unrest within him.
"This is probably our chance..." Unease from his vision.
One treading in the deepest of shadows, devouring those before her. Malevolence staining her soul, wings spreading once more. Torment forever inside of her, anguish never leaving. Emotions of the past, words never reaching. Feelings guiding the way, a being wishing for the nigh impossible. Insecurities within the deity, that companion focusing on the conflict ahead, descending towards the serpent. Gripping his katana upon his side, instantly unsheathing it. Barraging the fiend with a flurry of assaults, those attacks concentrating, freezing it whole once more. That glacier once again extending into the sky, illuminating the area in an icy mist.
"Now Cyra!" he urges.
Hatred existing at the depths, one devouring those all around. A curse of an existence, enemies around every corner. Indescribable pain, agony tormenting the soul. Another constantly reaching out, an entity treading further into the abyss. Glancing towards the deity, nodding in agreement. Facing her attention to the beast, raising her demonic arm. Expanding her claw, lunging forward, plunging deep into the glacier. Piercing through the defenses, pressing onward, rushing her claw deep into the chest of the serpent. The ice falling apart, crashing against the water far below. Waves raising high, twisters steadily calming. That glacier shattering, the Hydra screeching in excruciating pain. Malevolence brightly burning from its body, flowing towards the maiden. Blood streaming down from it, Cyra resting her vision upon the monster.
Those fiendish eyes fading by the moment, the beast transforming into an orb of negativity, brightly emitting a crimson aura. Grasping the energy in her claw, crushing down on the orb. That force flowing through her arm, assimilating into her body. A heart desiring more power, that will to devour. An arm of monstrosity, one willing in becoming corruption itself. Lowering her arm, facing her companion. That deity looking at her, witnessing those demonic red eyes. A nightmare inside of reality, images plaguing his mind. That claw, one standing in opposition to numerous. Two meeting in days so long ago, a smile going away. Despair setting in, hatred guiding the way of the one from the land. Power of her drive, weakness in days of the past. Pushing those dreadful possibilities out of mind, believing his friend is still the same. No matter how far she may go, or her selfish requests, both eternally remaining close.
"Now..." Aggravation in her tone.
Emotions guiding the way, anger residing at her depths. One traveling in the deepest of abyss, pushing against the harshness of the tides. Born underneath a crimson light, a moon never fading. A symbol towards a most unsettling possibility, images eternally engraving within the deity. An unlikely meeting between two, bonds forever strong. Trouble setting in, agony upon the soul. Wings desiring to soar, hatred brewing at the depths of the one from the land. Separation time and time and again, reuniting once more. Displeasure in the eyes of the one far below, Valor growing pale, slowly moving away from her. Cyra steadily following him in response, a scenario not buying nearly enough time.
"You have some explaining to do." She slightly threatens.
"Hahahaha?" his laughing turning into whimpering.
Clashing of two, memories of discrepancies. One from days so long ago returning , bliss in the presence of the other. Hearts connecting, pleasure for a moment. Words never reaching, separation once again, deepness of pain. Existing in between the living and the dead, surpassing her trials, reuniting with her old friend once more. An action most questionable, that young woman awaiting this moment. From high above, Tyrant Alastor resting his eyes on the situation. Folding his arms, faintly smiling. Two continuously the same, no matter the passing time, a bond forever holding true.
"You have come a long way, Cyra." He pleasantly thinks.
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Events so long ago, one in opposition of his teachings. A devil loving the worlds, that smile bright in those days. Sorrow coming into reality, agony tormenting the soul. Regret eating away at his core, actions of desperation. Hatred consuming her, that young woman reaching for the nigh impossible. Misjudgment of a deity, accepting the decision of his child. Ringing the ear of the god, Valor writhing in pain. Alastor faintly smiling, the maiden resembling her mother so much. Experiences of pleasantry, feelings of purity. Hearts in pain, but the smallest chance being of a possibility.
"You just left me like that?!" she yells.
"I'M SORRY!!!"
That Tower of Time, memories of the past flowing into reality. Treading through the harshness of the abyss, feelings of torment. Confusion of those events, clashing against the deity at the peak. A soul breaking, one trying to save her own. Failure resulting in her action, a companion bringing her back for a moment. Bliss between the two, parting so soon. A burial of appreciation, his method of questionability. The Tyrant laughing, even within the blackest of abyss, there is always a light. A poor father he may have been, but little need in concerning himself. Cyra coming a long way, her close friend residing at her side.
"Goodluck Valor, I'm sure she'll be fine." Alastor turning, smiling.
A realm of lawlessness, the strong living and the weak perishing. Cruelty of an everyday existence, one surviving under those rules. Rising to the challenges, crushing down her opponents. Selfishness guiding her way, emotions feverishly extending. Hatred paving her path, one once filling with love for the worlds. Feelings of simplicity, desiring those days of joy once again. Swinging out his right arm, malevolence surrounding the Tyrant. That darkness thickening, the demon fading away. That energy clearing, the entity nowhere in sight. Actions of reprehensibility, beliefs going forward. A black heart, pain leading the direction.
"Sheesshh woman!" Valor sighing, holding his ear, tears coming to his eyes.
"Next time, give me a proper burial." She places her hand upon her waist.
"I tried to do that...but your sword wouldn't come out. Also, figured you'd like that place..."
Two meeting in that grassy field, memories forever within their minds. Wind never leaving, a single tree standing tall. Differences uniting, a bond forming. Two tackling their challenges together, bliss in the presence of the other. Emotions dancing in those times, feelings within a lock. Time endlessly flowing, wings soaring the vast distances. A place of most pleasure, wonderful in returning there. Her fondest memories existing in that area, one evermore considerate. Facing away from him, faintly smiling. Intentions of appreciation, removing her sword will have been to her preference.
"Look at it this way, it was actually a good decision. That sword served as a lifeline." He smiles.
"Tell me, how good of a shot do you think I am?" Cyra smiling back a bit intimidatingly at him.
Rising from the depths so far within, reaching her hand out in this game of chance. Agony tormenting for years, resolve feverishly igniting. Two from days of the past, a bond holding on even now. Words never connecting, companions walking away from the other. Pausing for a moment, considering his odds of escaping. Math of limitation, calculations not serving him well. That ocean at an unrest, rain stabbing down. Coldness all around, those eyes of the devil upon him. Playing the field, hoping for the best, his chances of success almost nonexistent.
"I wanna say a bad shot...but I know I'm just lying to myself..." He gulps.
Facing in his direction, Valor witnessing those eyes of sadness. Slightly looking away, holding her hand to her chest. That deity coming to accept much, a reunion of pleasantry, the young woman well in awareness on her not deserving of it. Events so long ago, desperation coming at hand. A mother wishing in soaring once again, agony tormenting her. Sinking into the depths of despair, treading through the abyss. Reaching for the faintest light, venturing into the Tower of Time. A chance to grasp her freedom, shattering the chains binding her. Returning once more, desiring to save the life of her own, an action of reprehensibility.
"This life is not my own, and you know that." Her sorrowful tone.
Valor turning away his attention, sadness lingering far within him. No matter of the passing time, a cruel joke it is. Continuously parting, constantly dealing with these dreadful occurrences. Times of yore, bliss existing in those days. Forever wishing for events so long ago, how it has once been. An unlikely meeting between two, a bond of simplicity. Hearts connecting, tackling their challenges together. A night never leaving his mind, that bleeding moon upon their parting. Regret constantly eating away at him, distress branding itself on him. No matter of the request, no matter his efforts, that god always remaining her friend.
"I know..." He responds with a heavy heart.
Memories forever scarring upon the mind, an action of love. A mother giving up her freedom, returning to the horror existing in the realm of the living. Equivalence of her option, one desiring in giving her own a future of betterment. Failure coming at hand, her soul binding to the body of her daughter. Years of confusion, disgust in her remembrance. Turning from him, sorrow deep inside of her eyes. Agony tormenting the heart, painfulness together than apart. Events retaining in a loop, her path opening the smallest of possibilities. Reaching her hand out, nigh impossible it may be, her will in experiencing those times once more.
"Let us quickly find land, it is best I do not maintain this form for long." She glances back to him.
"Huh?" he props his head towards her in confusion.
"I will explain later." Cyra flying onward.
Smiling existing so long ago, happiness no more than a memory. Hatred consuming one from days of yore, torturous it is upon her. Embracing her imperfections, her selfish desires. Devouring her enemies, growing stronger. Powerlessness in times of the past, a devil desiring strength. Lawlessness of a realm, her voice continuously screaming out. Valor distantly following behind her, another journey between the two. A possibility of things going differently, another opportunity in righting his wrong. Multiple chances the god having, failure time and time and again. Closing the gap, to finally reach, both wishing for the same.
A coincidence it is not, those gods unleashing Hydra, an objective in ending me. Even so, one benefit this did have, I truly did reunite with you old friend. My concerns deep within, some coming to a rest. Next is to the Sunken Temple of Nirva, let my desires be my guide...
Feelings paving the way, emotions lashing out. Those of highness branding one an enemy, a war against those of the NetherWorld. Selfishness leading the way onward, a young woman wishing for times of the past. Her heart once filling with love, hatred brewing at her depths. The head of a Hydra washing up on the shore of a beach, that pig suffering mutation standing there. Resting his vision upon it, frustration deep within his eyes. The swine kneeling, lifting the head. Taking a moment, that pig gazing at it. Actions having reason, his anger in direction to a certain one.
"No doubt the work of 'her', another piece has been set into place." He turns, walking away.