Those reaching far beyond, one stepping into the domain of another. Malevolence only of his own, peace in existence. A presence not of acceptance, that mysterious one inviting him into their palace. Actions evermore peculiar, a trap coming into place. Standing in a plain of nothingness, his vision fixating on the goal ahead. High in the endless void, riding along a transparent energy, a small rift revealing. A woman appearing in her twenties looking through it, her age no doubt being much more. Sitting on her golden throne, hair flowing long, reflecting that of the sun. Eyes of the crimson moon, that person fashioning an ancient white garb. Infinite in mystery the worlds are, emotions guiding the way.
Those seeking what is far above their standing, countless falling to the land. No matter so, one persisting, pushing through the challenge before him. Interest expressing from her, the Tyrant calmly remaining still, no fear inside of his eyes. Malevolence intensely radiating, the woman curiously positioning her index finger to her chin. Amazing for a devil making it so far, retaining his sanity within his predicament. Slightly pulling away, thinking on this development. Lives of the realms below, one from a certain world. Weak they are on their own, but together a most formidable threat. No matter so, coming alone, ascending even higher.
Trailing her eyes down the long red carpet, those tiles of granite reflecting from the light of the sun. Crystals of windows on both sides of the room, her attention facing onward. That vision of crimson on the entrance, her servant in azure armor. A man on the older side, his right eye carrying a scar. Embracing the flowing breeze, a pleasureful place to be. Chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, reflecting the proud images along the walls. Resting his eyes upon his Queen, the woman gesturing for him to enter. Nodding in agreement, closing the door behind him. Walking upon the red carpet, admiring the one sitting on the throne. Emotions of deepness, years of servitude. Standing a few feet away, his attention on the rift, witnessing the Tyrant calmly progressing through the endless void.
"How cruel." He mildly speaks.
One foolishly stepping into her domain, seeking heights far above his own. A realm not of his own, a place of seclusion from others. Feelings of simplicity, a demon expanding his influence. Power most grand, one standing victorious through numerous battles. Pressing onward within the void, those eyes never relenting. Positioning her arms in a thinking posture, considering the words of her servant. Cruel it may be, subjecting someone to a torturous plain. Punishment fitting towards an intruder, a devil entering her world without permission.
"Cruel you say? I am simply entertaining myself, it is not often I get a visitor." She rests her wrists along the sides of the chair.
One going so far, rising to the challenge at hand. Ascending to a realm far from his own, stepping into the domain of another. Selfishness guiding the way, emotions feverishly extending. One from far below, reaching for the nigh impossible. Actions of reprehensibility, calmness in his dilemma. Gazing back at the rift, the servant seeing that Tyrant standing in the endless void. A devil taking her interest, the demon looking from left to right. Hearts of differing realms, one trying to connect towards another. Mysteries residing in the worlds, feelings guiding the path.
"Say the word, and I will dispose of him." The man bowing.
One in his days of youth, seeking a path of limitlessness. Rising to heights so high, expanding his power. Influence over the years, a devil of invincibility. Entering into a palace, that void of a trial. Remaining calm in his dilemma, visualizing a way going forward. Raising her hand, that woman stopping the action of her servant. The man resting his eyes upon her, confusion expressing from him. A Queen normally not having such patience for an intruder, preferring her peace over barbaric actions. A demon reaching far above his station, stepping into her domain.
"There is something strange about this devil, let us see how long he lasts." She softly speaks.
Those of differing worlds, lives far from one another. Peace in their separation, turmoil within closeness. No matter so, a devil willing in breaking down boundaries. Selfishness paving his path, resolve strongly pushing forward. A bit compassionate that woman may be, allowing the Tyrant a chance in reaching her. One going so far, rising to the challenge at hand. An impossibility in predicting the outcome if the devil is successful, none surviving her trial. Resting her vision on her servant, his attention in the direction of the window. That endless sky, those of highness, freedom all around. Shackles not binding them, an existence remaining above countless. Her birth numerous millennia's ago, foretelling those below remaining in her shadow. An ascension of grandness, those even high above eventually kneeling to her will. Influence of greatness, actions within reason.
Standing from her throne, attentively gazing upon the rift. That Tyrant's malevolence tearing away at the surrounding energy, one manifesting so much darkness inside of him. Unfathomable it is, her vision more of seriousness, witnessing it continuously expanding. That influence slowly tearing apart the illusion around him, her servant turning in her direction. That man noticing her expression of grimness, an unlikely reaction from her. Boundaries between lives, an existence of harmony. Those envious of the gods, desiring for the nigh impossible. A single devil making his way into a realm of legend, stepping onto the highest plain. Malevolence deep within, resolve feverishly igniting. That man looking towards the rift, his eyes slightly trembling. One capable of pushing beyond, resisting the illusion of his Queen. A larger threat this one might be, his heart rate intensifying.
"My Queen, shall I go to dispose of him now?" he questions more seriously.
Dreams of fleetingness, emotions of simplicity. Lives from differing worlds, one of highness, another walking the land. A devil reaching for the smallest chance, stepping into the realm of another. That Queen not answering her servant, gazing on with interest. Positioning her arms in a thinking posture, closely observing the demon. Glancing in the direction of the door to the throne room, witnessing it steadily opening. That servant turning his attention onward, tension growing within, wondering how anyone can come so far. Standing at the entrance, the Tyrant resting his vision upon the Queen sitting on her throne. Turning his attention to the man next to her, soon paying him no mind. Returning his gaze to the woman, those eyes of crimson and azure locking onto the other. Immense pressure crushing down on him, unrest inside of the Tyrant.
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"There is no mistake...the energy belongs to her..."
"Welcome." She calmly speaks.
A realm distant from his own, a threat exceedingly high. His heart rate intensifying, those eyes suspicious of the situation. His demon sword within the shadows, a weapon at an unrest, malevolence seeping through. Two clashing against power of highness, surpassing one challenge after the next. Finding themselves in the domain of one so grand, resolve meeting the threat at hand. Gazing onward, witnessing that servant walking in front of the woman. Taking caution, the Tyrant entering the room. That door closing, the demon glancing back. Slamming of loudness behind him, an inescapable situation. No matter so, one never planning in retreating. Turning his attention to the Queen, his expression more serious, an enemy far from ordinary.
"What...exactly are you?" he folds his arms.
"I can ask the same of you, demon." She faintly smiles.
Calmness in her demeanor, influence most unsettling. One capable of standing in the presence of the Tyrant, alarming her comment is. Those of differing worlds, levels far apart. Even so, a heart desiring heights far above his own. Her influence continuously increasing, pressure crushing down on him. Boldness in her power, eyes of gentleness. Glancing to his right, then to his left. Energy circling around, surrounding the devil. Her intention in leading him here, escape not of a possibility. A prison it might be, lateness in regretfulness. No matter so, this mattering little, that Tyrant coming much too far.
"Introduce yourself, devil." The servant coldly states.
"I best form a plan for now..." That demon uneasily thinking.
Two within his presence, one of powerfulness, the other of uncertainty. Resisting this pressure upon him, darkness plaguing the demon. One seeking heights far above his own, entering into a realm of opportunities. Standing straight, casually gesturing his right hand to his side. An action most of annoyance to the servant, a devil having no respect for those above him. This Tyrant continuously eating away at the man, an atrocity in the presence of others. Two of differing worlds, meeting in a palace far above the worlds. Eyes upon the other, a connecting point.
"Tyrant Alastor, now for your name, woman." He calmly speaks.
"I advise you to show a bit more respect to the supreme ruler." The servant strongly stepping forward.
One from a realm of lawlessness, walking the land below. Another of firmament, living in the utmost care. Differences of vastness, yet an influence existing. That servant glaring at the Tyrant, his behavior filling the man with rage. Another immense power crushing down, Alastor gauging the threat of the second one. Hostility increasing, that Queen extending her hand, blocking the path of her servant. Confusing this is, Alastor and the man resting their vision upon her. Emotions guiding the way, one of most interest. An entity from the earth, one ascending to the realm above the heavens. Lowering her hand, that Queen rising from her seat. Unusual her actions are, the servant wondering on her reason. Walking towards the Tyrant, that demon wary of the Queen. An enemy she is, his guard in place. Standing in front of the devil, the woman folding her arms, observing him.
"Reynas." She softly states.
Experiences of fleetingness, realities far apart. Resolve pushing through, one ascending to a realm of legend. Extending his hand, malevolence forming within the palm of the Tyrant. Unrest within the servant, his heart beating a bit faster. Reynas calmly standing there, feeling the pressure of darkness crushing down on the entire room. Her vision fixating onward, witnessing Lævateinn taking form. Shadows consuming the weapon, that Tyrant firmly grasping the hilt of the blade. Directing his sword at her neck, Reynas remaining there, his presence not phasing her. One residing within a realm far from those below, her posture stirring unease inside of the devil. That servant unable in understanding her reason in allowing the demon's presence, one brandishing a weapon against her. That Tyrant resting his eyes upon her, a being not reacting to his action. Many years of the past, countless trembling before Lævateinn, yet she does not.
"My Queen, please stand-back, allow me to remove his presence." The servant angrily speaks.
Eyes of azure and crimson, one from the land, another high above. Two from differing worlds, both in opposition of the other. No matter so, a certain level of connection. Hearts meeting in this moment, interest in the other. That servant moving onward, Reynas once again extending her hand, blocking his path. Confusion in the vision of the man, looking towards his Queen. An entity refusing in taking action, her reason eluding him. Turning his attention to the Tyrant, those eyes of the devil glaring into his own. Stepping away from the conflict, that servant wondering if his Queen is meaning to confront the demon herself. Those visions of the sea and velvet moon meeting once again, one of ferocity, the other of tranquility. Both clashing against the other, acknowledging one another.
"State your reason for breaching even the world above the gods." Her expression slightly more serious.
Sins staining the soul, resolve feverishly pushing forward. Ascending so high, reaching for the nigh impossible. One without reason, his drive forcing onward. Selfishness guiding his path, yet a way of understanding. Lives following a line, numerous unable in breaking free of an endless cycle. Wings soaring the vast distances, a heart embracing freedom. One evermore peculiar, his blade at her neck, a being requesting an answer. Incapability of comprehending her process, a game it may be. Difficult it is in pinpointing her aim, that Tyrant's vision fixating on her own.
"There is none, you are simply another for me to surpass. With you gone, there will be no one to surpass my influence." He calmly states.
Disappointment in her eyes, Reynas shaking her head from left to right. Years upon years, countless following their desires. Unable to identify their reason, behaving through irrationality. Chaos in their presence, destruction ensuing. One going so far, ascending to a realm far above his own. A world of legend, yet someone all the same. Power driving the way, emotions filling one's wish. Turmoil coming in the direction of many, sadness in their wake. Those eyes of crimson, her disapproval, confusion within the Tyrant. An entity of questionability, that demon unable in understanding.
"Without reason, then your influence can only go so far, even if you do manage to fell me." Her voice soft upon him.
Slightly looking away, considering her words. For years a devil proceeding, never thinking on a reason. Reaching the highest level, a goddess bringing this to his awareness. Stepping away from him, that Tyrant turning his attention towards her. The woman extending her left hand, particles of divinity spiraling around her arm. Slowly taking form, a white gauntlet revealing. An opening for a blade existing, the demon having caution. Witnessing that purity swirling around her body, shining brighter by the second. Alastor and the servant shielding themselves from the light, pressure intensifying within the room. Feeling the energy settling, both resting their vision upon Reynas. That Queen standing before the Tyrant, armor of gold upon her. Along the lower half of her back, a crimson cape of nobility extending. A feathery helm of aurum on her head, those eyes of the blood moon seriously fixating on the demon.
"Before I am finished with you, you will learn what reason is." Her chilling tone rushing down the demon's spine.
You were such a proud Tyrant in those days, power was your drive. Still, you intrigued me, perhaps that was why I did not send you to death. That decision was the best I made, so many wonderful years coming from it. One day...I hope things can return to how it was, where heaven and earth can finally meet once more...