—Present Time—

Times of yore, feelings basking in the bliss of the wind. Conflict around each end, one born underneath the light of the crimson moon. An abomination of an existence, a child possessing the blood of the divine, and that of a devil. An enemy to numerous, but a light towards her parents. Pleasure for a moment, a nightmarish event setting in. Joy going away, that Tyrant falling into the depths of despair. The small one trying to reclaim those times, yet to no avail. Years going by, two from differing worlds meeting. One from high above, the other walking the land. Hearts connecting, bliss in the presence of the other. Emotions growing over the passing time, separation coming at hand. That halfbreed seeking a way back to her happiest days, embracing the corruption deep inside of her.

Reflections of two times, similarities no less. A cycle repeating, agonizing it is. No matter so, a way in breaking this endless torment. Standing upon the shore of an Island, Cyra and Valor resting their vision onward. That storm being no more, a gentle refreshing breeze flowing through. Malevolence escaping the body of the devil, that deity turning his attention towards her. Distant his vision is, his old friend revealing herself once more. Pushing through her endless sorrow, pain eternally tormenting her. A voice never reaching, holding her child close. Desperation coming at hand, reaching for her freedom.

A plan coming into place, a way in breaking the shackles binding her. Death at hand, release from her agony. That small one following along, a mother returning for a moment, trading her soul for her daughter. Failure coming at hand, a thousand years of despair setting in. Glancing to him, that young woman well in awareness on the conflicting emotions within her old friend. A transformation most surprising, a situation not easily explainable. Slightly looking away, a sigh escaping her. Despite it all, no matter of her form, the deity holding his companion close. That person continuously remaining, a bond forever existing.

"You okay?" Valor questions, slightly tilting his head.

Embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, becoming corruption itself. The blood of a divine, and that of a devil. Energies conflicting, yet of understanding. A sinister form, her heart reaching for the nigh impossible. That blackness latching onto her skin, those blood red eyes. Skin of armor, darkness flowing out of her. Slowly shaking her head from left to right, facing in the direction of the deity. No matter of her form, one forever viewing her in the same light. Despite the numerous hardships he endures, one continuously residing there. A friendship always remaining this way, an irreplaceable companion.

"An abomination, I know. Even so, if I must use this power that I so despise, then I will." Cyra looking down, some sorrow expressing from her eyes.

Diving into the depths of despair, walking in an abyss of loneliness. Tides of harshness pushing against her, agony tormenting her heart. No matter of the passing time, pain forever branding upon her. That deity gazing at her, moving a step forward. Her vision meeting his own, that hand of his on her shoulder. Confusion within her, his smile in her direction. Even if her form is one of disgust, that old friend forever of the same. Events connecting, the reason for her father wishing in revealing this power, one of numerous reasons for her grief in existence. No matter of his effort, that deity constantly trailing behind, thus the cycle repeating.

"Hey, don't say that. You're still my best friend." He gently states.

Inactions of the past, words never reaching. Both walking away from the other, despite it all, that bond holding on. Transformation most alarming, yet one viewing her the same. Torment throughout the years, reaching for the smallest of possibilities. Two from differing realms, one of the high heavens, the other walking the land. Emotions of simplicity, feelings developing over the passing time. One patiently waiting, the other remaining inside of his shell. Timid he may be, but that valuable companion no less. Hearts connecting, even through the harshest of times. Stepping away from her, feeling the wind hitting against him.

"Anyway, this power must have been why your father was so persistent. It is strange...almost as if I have felt this before..." Valor turning from her.

Blood of the divine, and that of a devil. Potential inside of a lock, one refusing in using it. Loathing the battlefield, embracing the bliss of adventure. A heart of softness, one once filling with love for the worlds, hatred consuming her. Resisting the reason of another, opposing her father. Incapability of victory, her life falling apart. Distantly looking over the ocean, that god thinking on the connecting point. Curiously resting her vision upon her old friend, elements of her past that she is not in awareness on. No matter so, learning much herself. Power in existence due to her mother, yet countless questions still eluding her.

"Anything you can provide will be of most help." She assures him.

Mysteries residing inside of the worlds, questions weighing on her mind. Venturing into the realm in between the living and the dead, reuniting with her mother. Answers coming to light, yet many remaining in the shadows. An existence of an abomination, born underneath the light of the crimson moon. Desiring in understanding the logicality for her eternal conflict, wishing for days of yore once more. A wrong that has been done, that maiden pressing onward. Facing in her direction, her gaze becoming more serious. Those eyes reflecting a familiar confidence, even in her weakest hour, an influential force residing inside of her. Positioning his arms in a thinking posture, collecting events of the past. That power he is feeling from her, the god knowing of her father, her mother within the shadows. His vision widening a bit, that energy coming to his awareness. Witnessing the shifting in his eyes, feeling unrest coming from her companion. Placing his hand upon his waist, slightly looking down.

"Reynas..." He distantly speaks.

"Huh...?" Cyra closely looking on.

Secrets secluding inside of the past, a goddess birthing a halfbreed. A few years of bliss, one having in saying farewell. Disappearing from the worlds, confusion amongst many. Some coming to the conclusion of her demise, a devil knowing of the truth. Those eyes of the deity a bit more acute, sense coming to numerous events. That energy continuously growing stronger, a devil without limit. Some capable of reaching heights unimaginable, deities standing above countless, yet a theory existing in surpassing the power of the gods. Never thinking this of a possibility, those of differences going so far. No matter so, one not restricting the birth of those into the worlds, that deity constantly holding onto his beliefs. His view clashing with others, but bringing him an invaluable friend.

"Reynas...a goddess far from our worlds, she is your mother." He calmly states.

Two from differing worlds, one from the highest heavens, the other walking the land. Meeting on the battlefield, clashing against the other. Understanding one another, that one of the land suffering defeat, the one above reaching out her hand. An action leading to many years of bliss, a small one coming into actuality. Emotions of purity, feelings carrying throughout time. An existence linking with her mother's own, that young woman wishing to know the reason. Slightly looking away, Cyra nodding in assurance. Resting her vision in his direction, that maiden holding her hands behind her back.

"So, you knew my mother?" she props her head a bit in surprise.

Questions weighing on the mind, a disappearance from days of yore. A family once of joy, despair setting in. Nightmarish those events has been, a Tyrant no longer of happiness. Those of differing worlds drifting apart, the one from the land falling. Agony incomparable, torment never leaving. A father trying to awakenabilities hiding away inside of his daughter, that maiden loathing the battlefield. Holding the back of his head, the god feeling the refreshing breeze hitting against him. Much answers that young woman is wishing to know, much he cannot give her. Even so, some no less better than nothing.

"Nah, I would have to be suicidal to confront your mother. I wouldn't even know if I would make it out alive or not." He explains.

A hand of gentleness, that smile in the direction of family. Another face towards others, one of strictness. A goddess once standing above countless, a reign throughout the reaches of time. One from the earth rising far of above his station, meeting her in the realm higher than the gods. Differences bringing them together, an adventure of bliss between them. Knowledge of littleness, that Tyrant almost never speaking of her mother. Memories of the earlier days, pictures keeping the image of the goddess inside of her mind. One residing in between the living and the dead, her mother continuing in secluding the past. That young woman seeking answers, a moment coming about.

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"She was not a friendly person?" Cyra questions.

Mysteries hiding away, that heart reaching for days of yore. A soul traveling the vast distances, wings refusing in staying to the land. Years of conflict, hatred brewing at her depths. Pain branding upon her, agony incomparable. Resisting the reason of another, defeat after defeat. Her life falling apart, despair setting in. A moment coming along, that maiden rising to the challenge once more. A resolve mirroring that of two, one embracing irrationality, pushing her way forward through her own reason. Scratching his cheek with his index finger, that deity slightly looking away. Information of lightness, difficult it is in explaining.

"Um...well, I guess this explains where you get your personality from?" he looks to her, uneasily smiling.

Those in relation, that maiden reflecting her mother. A heart of softness, yet strictness in her actions. One rising above numerous, gazing down at those below her. Feelings of simpleness, emotions violently within. A heart desiring the smallest chance, pushing forward through the harshest of sorrow. Coldness to her enemies, a hand of gentleness to others. That deity slipping, a glare striking down to his core. That comment no less, the young woman folding her arms. Tapping her foot against the ground, that god in awareness on a nerve he is touching, no less one that countless are better off not stepping upon.

"And do tell, what is my personality?" her voice expressing some dissatisfaction.

Times of the past, those of differing worlds meeting. A grassy field, that flowing wind still towards their memory. A single tree standing tall, that point of connection. Traveling throughout the worlds, hearts embracing in the pleasure of the other. Those learning of one another, that deity entering into yet another dilemma. Deeply breathing, gathering his nerves. Unsettling it is, that young woman still reflecting herself from those days. An issue no less, the deity thinking of any solution. Companions of closeness, souls soaring the vast distance once more.

"I—I mean...she has always been more of a proud person. While she is known to be relentless to those she deems a threat, she also has a soft heart. If anything, you've inherited her personality, and your father's resolve." Valor explaining as clearly as he can.

Dreams of fleetingness, reaching for the smallest of opportunities. Pushing through relentless challenges, rising to the opportunity. One reflecting two, a heart of softness continuously in existence. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, emotions guiding her path. A hand of gentleness, yet resolve strict upon her foes. Calming a bit, looking away in some embarrassment. That halfbreed facing away from him, glancing back to her companion. Faintly smiling, a soul forever enduring. Memories of those distant days, an old friend putting up with numerous problems, always conveying a message of meaning.

"Anyway, due to the little detour we have taken. I have to find an alternative route to the Sunken Temple of Nirva, my best chance went to the fishes." She positions her arms in a thinking posture.

Never leaving despair, agony forever inside of actuality. Pressing onward, continuously falling, one rising to the challenge time and time and again. Wishing for an ending to her struggling, yet finding herself in another conflict. Anger at her depths, hatred boiling with each passing moment. Torment eternally within existence, sins staining her soul. Treading in the deepest of abyss, her vision on the faintest light. Drowning in her sorrow, resisting what is reason. Desiring in returning to her most pleasureful times, a wrong she has to right. A body not of her own, her heart constantly in pain. Positioning his arms behind his head, that god resting his vision upon her.

"Well, we should not be too far off. I sense it somewhere ahead of here." He informs her.

Sailing the seas, vision in mind. Traveling in between the living and the dead, facing another trial. Despair gripping at her, that will to oppose never waining. Days of sorrow, that soul forever resisting. Desperation coming at hand, a mother wishing for freedom. Planning each step of the way, locking onto her moment. Death releasing her, ending the one torturing her. A solution in place for her daughter, even so, everything falling apart. Time going by, finding herself carrying on once more. Pursuing a temple far below, selfishness leading her path. Glancing back to her companion, his words of interest.

"Is that so? Then we must make haste." She places her hand upon her waist.

"Why the hurry?" he lowers his arms, looking to her in confusion.

Desires clashing, one wishing in putting down her arms. Despair constantly in place, agony incomparable. A realm of lawlessness, years upon years of sorrow. Release unable in coming, one existing in between the living and the dead. Time not of rightness, countless years tormenting her. Those high above assaulting the realm of the devils, that young woman pursuing answers. Meeting the deity once more, clashing against him. Memories revealing once again, a moment of bliss. Even so, separation coming into place. Venturing through a world of horror, returning to the living. Feelings feverishly burning, learning of the plan of the gods. Turning towards the deity, that maiden stepping back.

"From what I can gather, the gods are trying to activate the three seals. The first was from the Tower of Time, the second is in the Sunken Temple of Nirva. Their ultimate goal is genocide of us demons." She explains.

Atrocities of lawlessness, those holding their own close. A family no less of a few, a place of belonging. Torment of the past, a thousand years of agony. Coming upon a bar, a ghoul accepting her into his establishment. A home after so long, memories of discrepancies, but that has been okay. Those high above, vision in direction towards one. A devil standing in their way, rising to the challenge. One never considering herself a hero, pushing onward with her selfishness. Genocide of demons, deities revealing their true colors once more. Positioning his arms in a thinking posture, a stern expression coming to the god.

"To think they will go this far. We should hurry to the temple, and deactivate it permanently." Valor lowering his arms to his side.

"My thoughts exactly." She agrees.

Dreams guiding the path, selfishness at the depths. Tragedy constantly in play, a realm of lawlessness. Two of differing worlds, meeting in days so long ago. Gentleness of the breeze still inside of their memories, warmth providing the smallest of hope. No matter so, a sin too great in embracing in such pleasure at the moment. A heart in so much pain, traveling in the deepest of abyss. Turning from him, that young woman resting her vision on the direction leading into the forest. A catastrophe at hand, trusting in the words of her old friend. That deity gazing upon her, another chance coming around. Slightly looking down, emotions of complexity clashing within him. Events repeating, one desiring to put a close on a certain evening.

"Cyra...about that night..." He looks towards her.

"Let us go..." Her head slightly hanging low, shortly walking onward.

Words never reaching, a night of sorrow. That bleeding moon forever inside of her mind, awaiting her companion. Patiently remaining, giving him so much time. One retreating into his shell, despair setting in. Desiring in hearing his voice from so long ago, a nightmare eternally haunting her. That maiden pushing aside those feelings, a life that is not of her own. Wishing in righting her wrong, pushing ahead no matter of the cost, this path towards her desire so far within. Eyes of sorrow, that deity resting his vision onward. Agony deep within, that maiden binding in shackles. Resisting what is reason, sins unimaginable. Forcing onward, trusting in herself. Powerlessness within the past, seeking out strength.

That chance coming along, one wishing in correcting her wrong, her own way in going forward. Slightly looking away, that god thinking back to their parting. Unable in acting, timidness doing more harm. Facing his attention towards her, witnessing her moving onward. Always reaching for the sun, burning upon his touch. Falling back to the land, attempting so many times, his old friend continuously moving further away. His spirit low, that deity following along. Difficult it is in moving at the same pace, one yearning for those days again. A nightmarish cycle, searching for an ending to it. Hearts aligning towards a similar goal, paths differing.

Some time passing, those two coming across a mysterious camp. Small cabins around, electrifying gates standing tall, stretching high. Blood wreaking the area, no one in sight. Positioning her arms in a thinking posture, those crimson eyes of suspicion. Valor folding his arms, looking around in confusion. A camp no less, that one wondering on the specifics. A prison it may be, an internment establishment not out of the question. The heavy air, sickening it is down to the core. Unrest inside of their location, that young woman having an idea.

"What do you think it is?" Valor glancing to Cyra.

"Hmm...if I am right..." Her gaze below.

Kneeling below, that deity resting his vision upon her. That unsettling land, a structure catching her interest. Digging a hole, that devil going deeper, her suspicion becoming more sound. A small object coming into her line of sight, Cyra removing it from the ground. Those eyes of the deity in disgust, that image painting the reality before them. Mysteries inside of the worlds, a realm of lawlessness. The weak perishing, and the strong prospering. Indecency having no limitation, a reality constantly making itself above the surface. Hearts wishing for another way, yet a living extending far into the past.

"A child..." She stands from the ground, dropping the hand.

That object hitting against the land, Cyra carefully surveying her surroundings. Eyes upon her, a trap no less. Certainty within the maiden, the stench of blood, those electrifying gates. Unsettling the area is, everything piecing together. A discovery hitting closer to home, that one once being a mother. Memories never leaving her awareness, loathing her life of the past, yet loving her own. Torment forever within her, that one unable in escaping. Treading down the deepest of abyss, her vision upon the faintest light. Resisting what is reason, finding herself in a place of torture.

"What is going on in this crazy place...?" Valor looking ahead.

"Given the stench of blood...and that body part. There are children...and those gates, it must be an internment camp, stay on guard." Cyra warning.