reason not in awareness on a devil, one going to heights so far. A Tyrant in his youth, rising to the challenges within his path. Stepping into the domain of another, those eyes of crimson and azure. An action not of regret, two from days so long ago. Hearts connecting, opposition of the other. One from the highest of heavens, the other walking the land below. Feelings of naturalness, selfishness guiding the way of one. Another behaving through rationality, meeting a most interesting entity. Visions clashing, ideals differing. No matter so, similar resolves. Reaching the realm so high the devil will try, that deity bearing witness to his struggling.
"Reason? Laughable really." Alastor glaring at her.
Sins staining the soul, one embracing his nature. Power driving his path, emotions of blissfulness. Wings soaring the vast distance, a soul breaking the shackles binding it. Ascending to a realm far above his own, two of differing worlds meeting. Reynas placing her hand upon her waist, those eyes of the blood moon pitiable upon the Tyrant. A being having much influence, yet no purpose within it. Wielding strength without a reason, a weapon of destruction it is. Disappointment inside of the goddess, that woman visualizing her own way going forward.
"Tyrant Alastor, I presume you are the will that opposes reason?" she calmly questions.
Hearts basking in the bliss of the wind, resolve feverishly extending. Beliefs deep within, ideals not of agreement. One going so far, breaching the realm higher than the gods. Those eyes of crimson and azure upon the other, both in opposition of one another. Balancing Lævateinn upon his shoulder, his calm posture in her direction. His vision slightly lightening, both having an understanding of each other. Differences in approach, lives far from similar. No matter so, a way in connecting. Selfishness guiding that devil, rationality leading the goddess.
"Correct, this universe is one without reason. As such, power infinitely grows. Reason only dictates, irrationality is what drives success." He explains.
Listening to those words, truth existing within them. The universe existing without reason, numerous unable to identify the purpose. Life prospering, rising in conflict. Hatred and love in actuality, destruction constantly in place. Emotions guiding the way, those willing in reaching far above their standing. Despite it all, irrationality paving the way to senseless destruction. Differences of grandness, one thing the goddess is desiring the Tyrant to realize. Lives paving their own way, each having value. Disturbances not of acceptance, reason suppressing intentions of malice. Peace coming about, coexistence of a possibility.
"I presume your decision is final?" she questions, lowering her arm to her side.
"Indeed." Alastor extending his blade afar.
Those of differing worlds, ideals of understanding, yet methods not aligning. One opposing reason, another upholding order. Two mighty entities meeting on the battlefield, auras intensely clashing against one another. Malevolence and divinity dancing in the presence of the other, those eyes of the servant trembling. Immense pressure crushing down on the entire room, the demon stepping forward. Instantly disappearing, Reynas glancing to her right, revealing the blade hiding inside of her gauntlet. That Tyrant instantly appearing, his weapon clashing against the blade of the goddess. Eyes of crimson and azure locking onto the other, words absolute. Despite it all, fiery resolves from within, accepting the other's point of view. Adjusting her footing, Reynas dashing away. That demon fixating his vision on her, pursuing the goddess. Leaping high, angling his weapon over his shoulder. Those eyes homing in, darkness emitting from him.
"Reason huh...pointless..."
One opposing what is reason, crushing down challenges within his path. A devil rising to heights far above his standing, breaching the realm above the gods. Two meeting on the battlefield, methods of opposition. Immediately descending, striking down upon the deity. Her body becoming transparent, that Tyrant colliding into the ground. The surrounding area ripping apart, his vision slightly widening, trailing her movements behind him. That goddess returning to physical form, the devil standing, facing towards her. Unease inside of his eyes, his heart beating a bit faster. One of certainty of his precision, a being containing secrets.
"You can strike at me all you wish, but you will never land a single attack." She calmly speaks.
An enemy far above, chilling her words are. Drastically different they are in power, that demon searching for a gap. One ascending to heights far above his own, clashing against the mightiest entities. Expanding his influence, driving deities to their knees. A heart selfishly pursuing its desires, bringing demise in his presence. Unrest within the devil, one standing above all else. An influence most unsettling, ideals in opposition of one another. Glancing away for a moment, considering his options, that deity closely paying attention.
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"Are you so certain that you can remain illusive?" he confidently looks into her eyes.
Small the chances may be, this no less enough in resisting. One stepping onto the domain of another, two of differing worlds meeting on the battlefield. Resolves feverishly igniting, hearts connecting in their own way. Feelings guiding the way of the devil, rationality paving the path of the goddess. Some surprise coming to her vision, that deity maintaining her calmness. Immediately lunging at her, his blade closing in from the side. Dashing away, Reynas leaving illusions in her movements. Alastor rushing at her, that young woman evading his assaults from left to right. His blade no more than hitting air, that devil focusing his attention.
Leaping high, locking onto his target, descending upon her. Horizontally striking down, her body becoming transparent once more. That devil colliding into the ground, the room violently shaking. That servant bearing witness to this, uncertainty in his Queen's intentions. Standing straight, the demon glancing behind. Reynas residing back to back with him, those eyes of the goddess trailing in his direction, some sorrow from her vision. Noticing her sadness, confusion coming over him. Enemies they are, yet she is having no will in fighting, hearts connecting for a moment.
"Why is it that you believe reason is pointless?" she softly questions.
One rising from the depths, opposing what is reason. A devil from the land breaching the domain of a goddess, both meeting on the battlefield. Despite it all, some understanding existing. Methods differing, words of some use. That demon slightly looking away, soon facing his attention on her. A servant in confusion, bearing witness to this development. Hardly a battle it is, two learning about one another. A Tyrant going to such heights, reaching his hand for the nigh impossible. Hatred not existing for the deity, his resolve pushing him onward.
"Those with reason tries to continuously put everything in a box. One life or a thousand? The reasonable choice is to choose the thousand, the irrational choice is to save the one." He calmly explains.
Words catching her attention, a devil having his own way going forward. Reason of his understanding, irrationality of his answer. Truth residing within his statement, numerous twisting the logic. Good nor evil not of existence, but a means of perspective. Everyone clashing for their beliefs, morals paving the way onward. A single life or a thousand, difficult it is. Irrationality leading to beneficial effects at times, that Tyrant validating his point of view. Selfishness guiding the way, one acknowledging the harshness of reality.
"You choose to be a Tyrant, not only for power, but to embrace such irrationality." She gently responds.
A devil embracing irrationality, pushing beyond. Desires leading his path, one reaching for the smallest chance. Breaching the realm above the gods, stepping into the domain of a goddess. Rising to the challenge at hand, acknowledging the woman. Years of experience, a lawless realm. That heart resisting, opposing the highest of power. Both facing the other, their eyes more of ease. A common ground between them, hearts connecting. Vastly different they may be, no matter so, those two meeting on some grounds. Emotions of purity, rationality and irrationality in understanding.
"Indeed, there will be no being in any world that can surpass my power. That I will ensure of." He assures her.
Methods differing, acknowledgment of the other. Simpleness of emotions, hearts meeting the challenge at hand. A Tyrant having his own reason, illogical actions they are no less. No matter so, a chance in existence. Those in opposition, a goddess reaching out, wishing for him in seeing her point of view. Glancing around, Reynas witnessing malevolence closing in around her. Some unease revealing from her, realization on the Tyrant's resilience. That devil having possibilities, grasping onto the smallest of opportunities. Fascinating this is to her, those eyes of crimson meeting with the demon's own, his blade directing at her neck. Cold his vision is upon her gentle own, differences between them, a battle no less. A certain form of hope existing inside of the devil, one that goddess is bearing witness towards.
"Your final chance, kneel before me." He coldly speaks.
A demon growing in power, challenging those far above him. Small the chances may have been, but a Tyrant succeeding. Breaching the realm above the gods, confronting a goddess. Methods in opposition, an understanding at the base. A skillful enemy, that devil rising to the occasion. Running her hand through her hair, those crimson eyes upon the Tyrant's own. Cautious he is of her, his heart rate increasing. A deity not a feat of easiness, that battle of stressfulness, the possibility of it instantly flipping. Lævateinn at an unrest, its malevolence clashing against the influence of the woman.
"Clever, but not clever enough." She gently responds.
An entity standing above countless, those below remaining in her shadow. A throne in a realm far from the land, those eyes of the devil slightly widening. Actions of no benefit, that goddess continuously residing ahead. Battles throughout the years, a deity surpassing numerous challenges. Resolve desperately holding on, emotions desiring in meeting one so high. Lævateinn of uncertainty, darkness struggling against the influence of the woman. That calm posture of the goddess, those eyes of the blood moon and that of the sea upon the other. The servant folding his arms, witnessing this development. A demon capable of lasting so long, those of the earth possessing capabilities most alarming. Reynas raising her right hand to the air, differences clashing against one another.
"The pain will only last an instant." She calmly states, snapping her fingers.
Pressure crushing down, a mysterious energy surrounding the Tyrant, binding him in place. One incapable of moving, uncertainty on the situation at hand. Unrest inside of him, witnessing the room shifting into an endless void. That realm going on for miles, the air becoming harder to breathe. An enemy much above his experience, one residing in the highest realm. A devil pushing so far, desires wishing for the nigh impossible. That woman standing against him, surpassing him in every way. His attention upon her, that goddess passing him. Feeling her crushing force, that influence reaching far and wide. One of rationality, the other of irrationality.