Sentiments of simpleness, those of differing worlds. One from the highest heavens, the other treading the land. Stepping on the domain of a goddess, meeting on the battlefield. Her hand reaching out, stopping the faltering of a demon. Feelings growing throughout time, another coming into reality. Irrationality paving the way towards a new future, yet within the guidance of reason. High above the clouds, a realm distant from the worlds below. Tranquility existing, legend telling of a place none of the living is capable of reaching. A location for angels and the gods, a domain above many worlds. Far within, a civilization residing in such a realm. An ominous wind blowing through the prosperous establishment, some feeling a dreadful day approaching, others welcoming it.
Turmoil steadily setting in, one rising to the challenge. A heart filling with rage, one desiring a way towards her happiest days. Resisting what is reason, opposing numerous. Deep inside, that palace proudly standing. Odin sitting upon his throne, positioning his hand to his chin. Slightly looking down, distress within his vision. A devil continuously eluding death, crushing others within her path. No matter of the way in going forward, that devil constantly barring his direction. Unable in impeding her, a demon becoming stronger. A realm of lawlessness, one birthing an atrocity.
Emotions guiding her, feelings feverishly igniting. Familiarity of the past, that plan stemming to the final stages towards Ragnarök. Cruel it may be, but a must in the vision of that deity. Time going by, power lapsing, measures in place. One wishing in maintaining his influence, unrest within his heart. Murals scarring his mind, one embracing their imperfections and selfish desires, becoming corruption itself. Hatred guiding the path of a young woman, that maiden treading within the deepest of abyss. A friend continuously trying to reach, that being devouring her enemies. Slowly inhaling and exhaling, raising his head to the ceiling, resting his arms on the sides of the chair.
"You devil...you continuously surprise me. Impeding my path. Hmm...that same resolve, it reminds me of someone." He broodingly speaks.
Reaching for the smallest of possibilities, ascending to heights far above her own. Agony tormenting her soul, emotions feverishly extending. Resolve in reflection towards another, an existence most unsettling. A heart in bondage, wings desiring to soar. Eyes immediately widening, that deity leaning forward a bit, his head lowering. Realization coming over him, his skin crawling. That child belonging to a certain one, capabilities of similarity. That splitting image of another, unrest inside of him. Positioning his arms in a thinking posture, slightly looking away.
"Tyrant Alastor had a daughter for sure, but the mother was never revealed. Half devil...half god. This certainly explains why she continuously grows stronger." Odin's expression becoming a bit grim.
—The Past Revisited—
—2000 Years Ago—
Times of yore, pleasure in existence. Emotions basking in the bliss of the wind, possibilities endlessly of opportunities. Those of differing worlds, hearts connecting. One from the heavens, and another walking the land. Hearts uniting, a new future coming into actuality. Far above the existence of others, a realm above the gods. That flowing wind, the warm sun shining down. Fields of flowers embracing in the breeze. A palace stretching far into the sky, length of a mystery. Tranquil the morning is, that light shining through the throne room. Paintings along the walls, each holding a memory of value. Those beautiful seas, villages of countless. Wars most horrifying, a range of feelings throughout time. That throne seat of the highest order, Cyra a small girl wearing a traditional white garb. The child standing in front of the chair, looking from left to right.
Pressing her finger to her chin, wondering of her mother's location, lonely it is without the presence of another. A realm above the worlds, freedom in the wind. Two from differing worlds, emotions embracing in the bliss of the other. A future of endless possibilities, feelings of purity leading to something more. Sighing, a curious idea coming to her mind. A mother liking this specific seat, uncertainty on the reason. That girl always avoiding it, respecting the value. Alone she is, the child walking up to the chair. Touching the handle of it, feeling the smoothness of it, that quality of sturdiness. Resting her vision upon the seat once more, certainty of her mother's approval. A pleasant idea it is to her, that girl climbing onto the chair.
Facing the front, that small one sitting down. Slowly kicking her feet up and down, many times on her own, this of no surprise. One wishing in accompanying her parents, disappointment with their leaving. No matter so, her parents returning, usually bringing gifts. Despite those specific times, a family often going everywhere together. Her mind constantly wandering on the location of her parents, events in where she cannot be a participant. Gazing upon the ceiling, boredom from her expression. That door slowly opening, the girl immediately noticing. Perking up, resting her vision onward, a bright smile upon her. Witnessing the door opening more, her father standing there.
"Daddy!" she excitedly calls out.
Selfishness guiding his way, a devil reaching for the nigh impossible. Ascending to a world far above his own, encountering a certain someone. Two meeting on the battlefield, a loss of appreciation. Companions traveling, creating a way forward together. Emotions developing over time, those feelings of naturalness leading to a small one. Smiling, that Tyrant moving onward. The child remaining on the seat, curious on the story her father is bringing to the table. Standing before her, Alastor folding his arms. Slightly looking down, thinking on a fun scenario.
"You're the Queen now huh." He places a hand upon his waist.
Innocence in existence, turmoil around every corner. Irrationality guiding the way to a child, difficulty over the years. Even so, one filling him with joy. Ease in experiences, a devil doing his best. Even if the challenge is great, one willing in rising to it. Stubbornness paving the way to another, these moments becoming a reality. That child looking to the handles from left to right, soon returning her attention towards her father. Certainly fun it is, being a Queen for a bit. Proudly raising herself, nodding in agreement. Alastor laughing, kneeling to his right knee, nobly lowering his head. Even if the worlds are of corruption, these smaller times are worth the effort.
"Well then my Queen, I have brought many tales to tell you." He assures her.
Lowering herself, holding her hands to her chest in excitement. Wondering of the tales, a multitude of possibilities. Dragons, hellhounds, creatures deep in the sea. Endless in mystery they are, many the girl is wishing in seeing herself. A Tyrant traveling the vast distances, felling countless opponents. Rising to the challenges at hand, stepping into the domain of another. Enemies at first, companions coming to be. Hearts embracing in the bliss of the other, years of pleasure. A small one coming into actuality, that devil living a life of bliss.
"How unlike you, Alastor."
Eyes slightly widening, that Tyrant glancing back. His expression becoming stern, the girl resting her vision onward. Odin Standing at the entrance, his eyes of calmness. Raising to his feet, that Tyrant facing in the direction of the god. Domain of another, a place of belonging. Two meeting in a most unlikely location. Persistence of a devil, reaching of heights far above his own. Defeat coming into reality, a hand of gentleness reaching out, stopping his descent. A life forging between the two, their child coming into the living. Unrest in the presence of a deity, that demon carefully analyzing the situation.
"This palace, I am surprised you gained entry." Odin positioning his arms in a thinking posture.
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A realm above the gods, that goddess allowing another into her home. Emotions of simpleness, feelings developing over time. Irrationality and rationality working in kind, both having a purpose. A small one coming about, bliss between the three. Conflict still of a reality, enemies around each end. No matter so, hearts embracing in the pleasure of the other. That child resting her vision upon her father, witnessing the Tyrant moving forward a bit. Malevolence emitting from his body, intensely burning. That pressure immensely crushing down on the god, that devil well in awareness on the reason for the deity's presence.
"How hostile heh, where is she, and who is the girl?" Odin looking towards the Tyrant.
Desires leading the way forward, conflict around each end. Those of differing worlds, a devil making a name for himself. Actions holding strong, a bond between two. That child coming about, an existence shrouding in mystery. Alastor back to Cyra, that girl noticing. Those eyes of her father, slightly strict they are. One remaining in place, staying silent. Uncertainty on what is happening, but in awareness on her mother's necessity. That Tyrant resting his vision upon The All-Father, a devil of carefulness of the situation. Living at ease with one of closeness, their child of a secret.
"Hard to say really, she allows my kid to stay here from time to time. Now, how did you get in?" Alastor questions a bit strictly.
An agreement in place, those of differences. One ascending to the realm above the gods, hearts connecting with the other. Simplicity coming into actuality, emotions growing over the passing time. Blood of a devil, and that of a deity. A miracle birthing from irrationality, yet a way in reasonably going forward. No matter so, experiencing the bliss of their lives together. Odin facing the window, that All-Father gazing upon the passing clouds. Pleasureful the day is, that calm wind and cold scent. Bearing witness to this magnificence, a world opening to two more.
"There is nowhere I cannot reach, now—" Odin turning towards the Tyrant.
"—where is she?" he questions again, seriousness of his tone.
Unrest inside of the area, pure energy generating. Odin taking notice, that pressure crushing down on him. Familiar it is, one revealing their presence. Cyra and Alastor resting their vision onward, witnessing a formless aura of divinity materializing. That shapeless entity coming into physical form, Reynas standing in front of the Tyrant, displeasure inside of her eyes. That woman facing The All-Father, a deity invading her home. Rage building within her, holding in her anger, the goddess moving forward a step.
"You are not welcomed here, leave at once." She threatens.
A deity coming into her home, a danger to her child. A life forging between two, conflict having no purpose with others than herself. Irrationality paving the way to a future of pleasure, reason maintaining this bliss. Those of differing worlds, dissimilarities bringing them together. A devil breaching the highest heavens, defeat at the hands of a goddess. Her hand reaching out, grabbing hold of his own, stopping his fall. Those smaller actions leading to her experiences now, disapproval of another entering her realm without permission. Cyra of uncertainty of the situation, observing the current mood. A risk it might be, that girl remaining silent.
"Reynas, when will you learn that the worlds below need influence over it? If we bond together, then certainly there will be progress made." Odin calmly speaks.
Confrontation over the same subject, a goddess holding her position. Two traveling the worlds, a Tyrant in awareness on the cruelty. That woman learning more from him, even so, joy also existing within despair. Her reason adjusting over the years, one guiding the way towards a brighter morrow. Glancing back to Alastor, that devil resting his vision upon her own. That Tyrant nodding in agreement, stepping away. Emotions of naturalness, her own way in going forward. Turning her attention towards Odin, her expression slightly of anger.
"What you invite is tyranny, not progress, those below deserve to live their lives how they please. Whatever punishment comes about as a result, then that is what they will face. Freedom of choice is not without punishment naturally." Folding her arms.
A response of expectance, that goddess remaining firm, no matter of the passing time. One following her view of reason, even if turmoil is at hand. Damnation may come, her decision setting in stone. Despite it all, that woman learning of irrationality. A certain one meeting her in the highest of heavens, her hand reaching out, stopping his descent. Both accepting the other's way of going forward, supporting one another. Desperation leading to misfortune, this much she is in awareness on. A purpose in progressing, agonizing it may be, yet illogicality of necessity at times.
"So, reason once again, you take too many unnecessary risks. We can have a golden age, but yet you being the final piece refusing to commit." He turns from her.
Hearts yearning for the nigh impossible, those of differences coming together. One of reason, the other of irrationality. A bond forming, feelings of purity. A promise coming into reality, those two traveling the vast worlds. Hardships paving through, joy inside of despair. A moment reaching into actuality, an action of blissfulness. Companions leading a life together, that small one birthing from those of differing realms. Glancing back to her daughter, that woman in awareness on the deity's view. Correctness inside of it, bringing a child into corruption existing within some form of reason, yet an unnecessary risk. No matter so, irrational it may be, but that goddess no less learning this from the Tyrant.
"Odin, I kindly ask you to leave. Enough with bothering her about this, her decision has been made." Alastor calmly speaks.
Desires deep within, a deity aiming for his goal. A heart yearning for what is hiding away, two standing in the way. Going so far, actions staining his soul. Irrationality guiding the path, but within his own comprehension. Slightly looking down, an idea coming to the mind of The All-Father. A route towards such a world, that smallest of possibility. Facing in the direction towards them, trailing his vision to the child, those eyes of the two meeting with the other. Bloodline of the Tyrant, but familiarity of another. Incapability of pinpointing the mother, but no less a valuable piece.
"Perhaps this child can be of some use."
Emotions guiding the way, a deity visualizing a path going forward. Turning his attention towards Reynas, that goddess catching his action. Those eyes of crimson strict upon him, her pressure crushing down on him even harder. Protectiveness over her child, distrusting Odin. That All-Father facing his attention towards the Tyrant, wondering of his connection to the goddess. Closeness over the years, a bond holding strong. Two once of enemies, feelings growing throughout the passing time. A moment coming along, bliss reaching into reality. Folding his arms, Alastor gesturing his head towards Odin. A deity no longer having permission in remaining, The All-Father understanding this. Electricity spiraling around him, that energy thickening, intensifying by the moment. Vanishing in an instant, Reynas sighing in relief. Placing her hand upon her chest, that Tyrant turning in her direction, concern expressing from him.
"Are you well?"
Decision setting into place, disapproval within her path. One moving onward through her own beliefs, behaving through reason. Conflict around each end, chaos branding itself inside of reality. Despite it all, irrationality guiding the way towards a small one. Those of differing worlds, a most unlikely meeting. No matter so, that hand from the one high above reaching out, grabbing hold of the entity from the land. Stopping the descent of a devil, an adventure of bliss coming along. Emotions of simplicity, actions not of regret. Facing in the direction of the Tyrant, Reynas nodding in assurance.
"Remember, if anyone discovers who Cyra's birth mother is, her life will be in grave danger." Reynas warning.
One born underneath the light of the crimson moon, an object never fading. Continuously revealing within the night, signaling the rising of a certain entity. A child containing the blood of both the divine and that of a devil, infinite possibilities residing within her. An existence of reprehensibility to others, yet one of blissfulness towards her parents. An actuality two having to deal with, a conflict constantly in place. Slightly looking away, Alastor well in awareness on this. A girl that is an easy target, events spiraling out of control. Looking to his wife, nodding in agreement.
"Mommy? Daddy?" Cyra tilting her head in confusion.
Realms filling with corruption, danger around every corner. Those of the shadows directing at the child, desiring for her end. Threats continuously growing stronger, opposition towards the small one. An existence in secrecy, every life of a threat to her. Slowly inhaling and exhaling, that Tyrant facing in the direction of his child. Grim it may be, but certainly it is not hopeless. Even if the chances are minuscule at best, then certainly it is enough in holding onto. Cyra having no place within the conflict, that devil trying to keep it as such.
"We haven't forgotten about you sport!"
Reaching for her, lifting the small one. Tossing her into the air, Alastor catching her. Laughter from the child, Reynas smiling at the sight. Conflict there may be to solve, but even through the darkest of times, there can be a light. Despair existing at the depths, a life coming from two. Innocence inside of this madness, irrationality guiding the way towards the birth of one. No matter so, reason in some way. Difficult it may be, but certainly it is not without hope. Hearts connecting, creating a miracle. Differences between two, emotions of simpleness leading to these pleasureful times.