Feelings in those earlier days, heaven and earth remaining apart. Those of differing worlds keeping to their own, peace resulting in this indifference. Those high above holding the cards within their hands, lives below gazing upon them. Selfishness paving the path, an experience retaining out of reach. Countless in vein, trying to ascend to a realm not of their own. Worlds existing in harmony, away from the influence of others. Far above the clouds, into the deepest depths of space, a rift revealing. Legend telling of numerous opportunities, a place no ordinary one is capable of entering.
A fateful day eventually coming, a single devil reaching the unreachable. Standing there, resting his vision on a palace stretching to the sky. Warm the sun is, shining down on the demon. His long white hair flowing in the gentle breeze, those calm azure eyes resting upon the miraculous view. Armor of a dark dragon, malevolence at ease within the area. Peculiar it is to the Tyrant, turning his attention all around. A single soul not in sight, a wide range of flowers going on for miles. Freshness of the air, darkness only present from himself.
A realm of peace, that flowing breeze. One traveling the vast distances, influence of grandness. Rising to the countless challenges, breaking into a world far from his own. Those of differing worlds, a devil desiring the nigh impossible. Power driving his way, his heart wishing for more. Positioning his arms in a thinking posture, that demon assessing the situation. A legend throughout time, some truth possibly existing. Gazing into the sky above, feeling an immense pressure crushing down on him. Staggering it is, this influence upon him, a powerful entity residing in this realm.
"It appears whoever resides here does not welcome my presence." Some unease expressing from his eyes.
One of grandness, reaching into a realm far above his own. A heart desiring distances above his standing, treading along a most dangerous path. An influence most powerful, unrest inside of him. Shaking off those unsettling feelings, heading onward. Making his way closer towards the palace, pressure intensifying upon him. A certain one recognizing his presence, displeasure in his persistence. A mysterious one farthest from the ordinary, the devil wondering if it is a deity residing at the top. Those of differing worlds, beings existing away from others. Influences most unsettling, a single demon rising to the challenge. Breaking through, stepping into the domain of a certain one. Resolve feverishly burning, his will to bring them down to the earth.
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A devil he is, one carrying the title of 'Invincible Tyrant'. Countless battles underneath his belt, enemies continuously falling, a demon never losing. Those eyes calm upon the situation, ranging the risks at hand. Times of yore, that devil standing against influences so grand. Pain not in existence, possibilities within his reach. A god or demon, this is mattering little. Power in actuality, a Tyrant spreading his influence. Approaching the palace, resting his vision on a massive door, witnessing it opening. Confusion expressing from him, behavior of strangeness. Rejection at first, now someone welcoming him.
"What exactly is your game...?" he looks up to the endless sky.
Wind gently blowing, flowers flowing along. Air refreshing, unsettling emotions coursing through the Tyrant. Suspicion inside of his eyes, actions having him on alert. Cautiously entering into the palace, walking deeper, the realm endlessly extending. That door slowly closing from behind, the demon looking back, slightly frowning in unease. Facing his attention onward, nothing but an eternal void. Wind not being present, sound only of his own. A trap in place for intruders, that or a game of sickness. The Tyrant gauging the threat at hand, his heart beating a bit faster.
In the olden days, I thrived to be the most powerful, tackling one power after the next. In those times, all I cared about was expanding my power, my influence. To have the Nine Worlds in the palm of my hand, I never knew loss, I never knew sorrow, a much simpler time it was. That day I remember all too well. Sometimes I wonder...would it have been better if I never stepped foot into that palace?