Sins staining the soul, emotions at the depths, hatred manifesting. Devouring her opponent, growing even stronger. Powerlessness in days of the past, memories never leaving. Agony deep within, a heart yearning for the endless sky. Two of differing times, one of innocence, the other of malice. Companions meeting in days so long ago, a bond forming between them. Feelings of simplicity, adventuring throughout numerous worlds. That moon high above, reflecting those crimson eyes below. Ageless it is, continuously floating in this endless realm. Diving further into the abyss, deeper her corruption is becoming. Embracing those imperfections, those selfish desires eternally screaming out, steadily reaching into actuality. Returning to that familiar field, that tree forever standing. Warm the sun is, pressing down on the land. Reynas standing underneath the object, concern inside of her eyes. Necessity in pursuing this path, her daughter having a hand of illness.
Action of importance, forcing onward a new path. In awareness on this, worrying of the type of person her child is becoming. Smiling of brightness in days so long ago, one once filling with love for the worlds. A halfbreed loathing the battlefield, yet having in taking up arms. Pain branding on the soul, wings desperately spreading, seeking the endless sky. Deep down, that mother wishing for the success of her daughter. Suffering throughout the years, a balance of necessity. Despair paving the happiness of others, a cycle of normalcy. Reason of powerfulness, even so, this time it is not of simpleness. Irrationality and rationality eternally clashing, slowly forming together. Unreasonable in the length one will go, diving to the depths of oblivion, engulfing in darkness. Reasonability in where a path may lead to success, questionable it is, but this is the drive to resist.
"Cyra...you really are going to become the Bringer of Demise. Though, is it really worth it? That soft heart of yours, it clashes against who you are yourself..." She distantly states.
Infinite in potential, the blood of a divine, and that of a devil. Two of differing worlds, one from the land reaching for heights far above his own. Stepping onto the domain of a goddess, clashing against her. Defeat coming at hand, falling below. Extending her hand, grabbing hold of his own. Those eyes of crimson and azure meeting, a bond developing. Closeness over time, bliss in the presence of the other. Interactions eventually leading to an abomination, that child walking down a similar path. Glancing back, Reynas seeing the girl not far behind. The small one looking into the vision of the goddess, those eyes reflecting her mother's own. Turning to the child, that girl's unwillingness to believe her mother will lose herself. Desperately wishing that Cyra is the same deep within, that loving hand, her warm smile so long ago.
"Mom will be okay, she won't change, she always comes back." The child seriously speaks.
Holding onto hope, that faintest light inside of the abyss. Remembering times of the past, a mother showering her daughter with affection. Never knowing of the pain within, a smile of fabrication. Appreciation of the small one, yet feeling of filth. Loathing the one tyrannizing her, desiring a way to the endless sky. Wings of pieces, incomparable agony. No matter so, that young woman constantly returning. Hearing those words of the small one, Reynas faintly smiling. That mother slowly losing hope, yet Maria continuing in holding strong. That small one resisting, constantly fighting, much like someone else.
"Right...your mother will come out of this in success, and she will still be the same." Reynas brightly smiling.
Opposing what is reason, treading through the deepest of abyss. Sinking into the depths of sorrow, agony tormenting upon her. Enemies around every corner, a realm of lawlessness. Trials in place, each paving the way towards days so long ago. Loneliness in her prison, screaming into the void, none hearing her. Hatred brewing at her depths, a plan coming into place. Reaching for the faintest light, severing the life of her husband, her own going with it. That daughter following, death at the hands of a Dark Knight. A mother returning, an exchange of equivalence, failure coming about. A thousand years of torture, a way in claiming her happiest days again. Maria returning a similar smile in kind, both willing to believe in Cyra, no matter of the situation. Sorrowful the path may be, actions one is never able in taking back. Desires deeply burning within, everyone paving their own way forward, Cyra walking down her own path.
Emotions of purity, companions in days of the past. Hearts embracing in the pleasure of the other, words inside of a lock. Patiently waiting, the one high above fleeing into his shell. A certain night coming, that blood moon forever within the memories of the devil. Frustration at her depths, accepting this outcome. Even so, forever wondering if things may have been able to go differently. Reynas trailing her vision past the child, witnessing Cyra moving in their direction. Calmness in the eyes of the maiden, malevolence secreting from her body, that devil coming to accept something about herself.
Selfishness guiding the way, a heart resisting the reason of others. Days of yore forever inside of her mind, that faintest light coming closer. Diving even further, her hand reaching for it. Eyes of desperation, tides of harshness. Embracing her imperfections, her selfish desires. Maria following the eyes of Reynas, turning in the direction of her mother. Cyra unknowingly moving past her child, standing before the goddess. That girl residing beside her, believing one day the maiden will see her. Clinging onto that hope, minuscule the chances may be, but certainly that is enough.
"Welcome back, Cyra. All went well with some complications I presume." Reynas softly speaks.
"More so than you think." Cyra sighing.
Trials of harshness, those willing in exploiting others. Weaknesses but a hindrance, that companion diving to the depths, reaching out to her. Born underneath the light of the crimson moon, a child from those of differing worlds. Differences guiding the way, happiness in times of the past. Everything falling apart, a Tyrant descending into despair. Turning her attention to Lævateinn in the background, that massive sword radiating malevolence. A weapon once in the hands of Alastor, now underneath the command of his daughter. Resting her vision on her right hand, witnessing darkness burning from her body, distantly looking on.
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"Are you certain of this path?" Reynas slightly looking away.
Experiences of fleetingness, times of joy. Wings once soaring in the wind, a heart free to embrace in the pleasure of another. Torment setting in, a marriage of arrangement. Indescribable agony, pain never ending. A child coming into reality, never wishing for one. No matter so, holding them close. That small one holding her together, a mother desiring a better life for her. A solution to two problems, trading what is remaining of her, failure coming about. A thousand years of torture, a way in claiming her deepest desire reflecting to her vision. Late it is to turn away, her path of certainty. Folding her hand into a fist, her expression becoming more stern. Much there is that is unacceptable, realizing this. No matter so, that young woman pushing forward, seeking a way out of the sea of sorrow.
"Perhaps these methods are not one I would have initially thought to go through with. Though, there is no going back now. I am tired of this cycle, the time for action is now." She states in determination.
Feelings throughout the years, emotions inside of a lock. Words never reaching, torment never ending. Two from differing worlds, one walking the land, the other from high above. Unlikeliness in their encounter, yet one of most appreciation. Smiling of brightness in days of yore, that devil desiring in living those pleasureful experiences once more. An eternal cycle, desperation coming at hand. Reaching for the smallest chance, opposing what is reason. Hardly surprising it is to her mother, Cyra making up her mind, nothing stopping her. Her resolve in reflection to her father, dangerous it may be, that goddess supporting her daughter's decision.
"Very well, though Cyra, never forget who you are." Reynas looking towards her.
A heart of softness, one loathing the battlefield. Born far above the worlds, living in a realm of lawlessness. Parents of differing races, yet feelings of purity. A Tyrant ascending so far, meeting a goddess inside of her realm. Challenging her, defeat coming at hand. Descending to the land, her hand reaching out, grabbing hold of his own. Eyes connecting to the other, an adventure coming into actuality. Emotions growing over the passing time, a child entering into reality. That one standing before her mother, in a world between the living and the dead. Gazing into those eyes of the goddess, seriousness in the expression of the deity. That maiden nodding in reassurance, Reynas faintly smiling. No matter of the trial ahead, no matter of the sorrow. That devil holding onto who she is deep within, one that will be fine.
"I will never lose who I am, even if I become corruption itself." Cyra softly speaks.
"Good."
Blood of the divine, and that of a devil. Conflicting energies, yet both harmonious to the other. Embracing her existence as a devil, less so as a god. A halfbreed, one holding infinite potential. No matter so, despising battle. Diving in the direction towards her deepest desire, embracing that darkness within her. Two of differing times, one of innocence, the other of malice, both reflecting to the one of the present. Hearing those words, ease coming to Maria. Walking down that sorrowful path, knowing one day she will reach her mother. No matter of the hopelessness of a situation, pushing of importance for one's desires to become a reality. That maiden passing her mother, standing before that tree of familiarity. Those gentle eyes upon it, memories of pleasantry. Making those times a reality once again, this being her will.
Grasping Lævateinn, extending it afar. Glancing to the weapon, malevolence burning from it. Staking the sword into the ground in front of her, that darkness reacting to her own. Negativity leaving her body, the blade transferring the malice towards its true form. Resisting demonization throughout the years, tapping into a power most devastating. Despising it, yet having to do so. Risking her sanity, her blood of a divine managing it. No matter so, a wager it has always been. Years going by, embracing her demonic heritage, drawing out even more power. Fearing what is residing inside of her, yet also making use of it. A sickening force clawing away deep within her, Cyra feeling it, negativity wildly spiraling around her. Reynas and Maria resting their vision onward, witnessing that maiden removing the blade from the ground, raising it high.
"Lævateinn, we are almost there my friend, continue lending me your aid." She confidently speaks.
A path in decision, loneliness of the abyss. Never ending torment, incomparable despair. Even in the deepest of darkness, there is always a light. That companion diving to the depths, trying to reach her. Crying out for so long, frustration in her voice of hoarseness. Tears spilling in the void, hatred manifesting. Those feelings breaking free, seeking a way back to times of yore. That weapon wailing in assurance, the young woman faintly smiling. Facing her mother, lowering the demon sword. That area all around steadily becoming brighter, the wind growing heavier by the moment.
"It appears it is time for you to go now." Reynas calmly states.
"For certain, next time, I will spend a bit more time here." Cyra assuring her.
Those of differing worlds, one residing far above, another roaming the land. Differences for so long, that one from below ascending to heights far above his own, reaching a goddess in the highest of heavens. Defeat coming to him, her guiding hand stopping his descent. Following him below, emotions of simpleness. Feelings reflecting throughout time, that devil walking a path of similarity. Selfishness of purity, desiring the simplest of things. That goddess wishing in spending more time with her daughter, nodding in agreement, witnessing the maiden turning once again. Maria moving towards her mother, Reynas seeing the girl approaching Cyra. That devil sitting down, her back against the tree, Lævateinn at her side within the ground. Wind of harshness, lighting becoming brighter around her. Sleepiness coming over the young woman, her vision slowly closing. Seeing a small figure ahead of her, that image a bit more clear, familiar crimson eyes looking at her.
"See you later..."
No longer able in identifying the child, her eyes shutting. That halfbreed feeling the closeness of the presence, desperately wishing in hearing. That small one seeming familiar, but no more sound meeting her ears. Wind intensifying, light growing brighter, Cyra drifting off into a deep slumber. Born underneath the light of a crimson moon, a curse of an existence. Carrying the blood of a divine and that of a devil, loathing the battlefield. Experiences in a realm of lawlessness, freedom going away. Seeking the endless sky once again, a solution coming into place. Her daughter following in the Tower of Time, death taking her. That mother returning, trading what is remaining of her. Memories scarring the mind, agony upon the heart. Hatred breaking free, desires selfishly flowing out. No matter so, wishing in finding one so close.
That voice...it sounded familiar. I wonder who it was...a child for certain. I wonder...heh...good. This path of corruption, this malevolence overtaking my body. I must keep pushing, that which I desire most is within reach. That life...fate is a fool's word, that I shall prove. Bringer of Demise huh...I can accept that...after all, my selfish desires will become reason...