Emotions lingering in days of yore, a heart constantly in pain. Ascending to heights far above his own, reaching for the nigh impossible. Expanding his influence, clashing against a goddess, defeat coming at hand. Falling towards the land, her guiding hand stopping his descent. Memories eternally precious, one holding responsibility for her demise. Hatred brewing at the depths of the Tyrant, a solution in mind. One far from his peak, selfishness guiding his path. Within the internment camp, bodies piling upon each other, scattering far and wide. That stench of blood thick in the air, crimson painting the land. That young woman standing upon her side, aiming her revolver at the skull of a werewolf. That beast on their knees, trembling in fear. Those calm eyes upon it, a devil within the depths of despair.
"Farewell."
Pulling the trigger, negativity rushing out, piercing through the skull of the beast. Blood spilling against the land, its head no longer upon its body. Descending back on the earth, their body burning away, malevolence tearing them apart. A nightmarish camp, enslaving those so young. Stripping will from numerous, turning many into monsters. Events of the past never leaving her, a constant reminder stabbing away at her mind. A heart once filling with love for the worlds, hatred consuming her. From a distance, Valor moving with illusions within his steps. Appearing in front of a Minotaur, his crouching stance.
Instantly striking through, severing its body in half. Blood gushing out, those halves falling to the ground. Emotions at his core, his mind trailing back to his old friend. One diving into the depths of despair, pushing even further. Those two finally having time together once more, yet incapability of setting the past to rest. Calmly standing, that deity feeling a heavy presence nearing. Cyra facing in the direction, witnessing an arch-demon approaching. Their body pulsing dark crimson, fangs extending, claws sharp as swords, eyes black as the night itself.
"Seriously? You try to run a business, and some dumbass always try and invade." He sighs.
Attention within the direction of the devil, Valor and Argent resting their vision upon him. Actions gaining traction, that crushing malevolence of their foe, the surrounding oxygen becoming harder in breathing. Colors of the heart, shifting throughout time. One loathing the battlefield, smiling of brightness in times of yore. Traveling through the worlds, a valuable companion at her side. Patiently waiting, that deity remaining inside of his shell. Words never reaching, walking away on a dreadful night. Despair setting in, shackles binding the soul. Horror over the years, a moment coming for freedom. Uneasiness within the eyes of the boy, chills frighteningly rushing down his spine.
"..." Argent quickly hiding behind Cyra.
Peaking out at the demon, that devil resting his vision in the direction of the boy. That threatening glare piercing through the kid, the small one trembling. Glancing back, the young woman of certainty. Influences within the NetherWorld, bounty hunting becoming of necessity. Chaos ravaging a realm of lawlessness, those holding their own close. Power guiding the way, numerous desiring for heights far above their own. One once standing at the top, falling into the pit of despair. Treading through the deepest of abyss, rising to the countless challenges. A heart continuously in pain, hatred leading her path. That smallest of light, wishing in returning to her most pleasureful times. Turning her vision to the demon ahead, continuing her path.
"I suppose I can assume this is your captor." Cyra calmly speaks.
"Y—yeah..." Argent fearfully verifying.
Confirmation at hand, her eyes shifting, glaring at the demon. Those of differing times, one filling with joy, the other embracing her hatred. Pushing beyond, rising to the challenges. An existence of a curse, born underneath the light of the crimson moon. A halfbreed associating herself as a devil, resolve feverishly extending. Tragedies throughout the years, emotions brewing at her depths, steadily rising to the surface. A voice unable in reaching, her will forcing onward. One once being a mother, actions hitting home.
"Valor, stand back." Cyra glancing to him.
"Huh? Why?" he positions his arms behind his head.
Wind unsettlingly blowing, grass swaying. Death and decay lingering high, birds soaring above. Those eyes upon her enemy ahead, malevolence secreting from her body, crushing down on the fiend. Enduring the intensity of her pressure, staggering it is. Unrest within his vision, wondering of what she is. Potential deep within, one never desiring in pursuing a path of power. A life of bondage, death not freeing her. Torment throughout the years, indescribable agony. Pain forever branding upon her, selfishness guiding her path. Seeking times of yore, wishing in righting her wrong. Unforgivable actions against those so young, her heart remaining soft.
"I am going to teach this demon an extremely painful lesson he will never forget, even in death." She cracks her knuckles.
"This is...strangely exciting...probably not the time for this..." Valor scratching his cheek with his index finger.
"I would think so as well." Her humorless vision on him .
One of the past, that childish one. Pleasantry in his presence, yet distressing it is. Words never reaching, a night of torment. Two walking away from the other, feelings inside of a lock. Years of torture, that young woman desperately resisting. Developing a plan, a way in grasping her freedom. Death of her solution, despair consuming her. No matter so, returning to save her own. Failure of equivalence, a thousand years of confusion. Memories scarring her mind, emotions rising to the surface. That arch-demon moving ahead a bit, sharpening his claws. Those disturbing his business, one wishing in inflicting punishment. Argent resting his vision onward, fear crushing him, that boy unable in leaving his position.
"You overestimate your abilities, my power is on level with Demon Lords hm hm." He devilishly smiles at her.
"I really do not care." She shrugs.
"You will soon enough!"
That fiend instantly vanishing, quickly approaching the maiden. Their energy reaching in every direction, Cyra locking onto her target, witnessing him appearing above her. Those claws extending, his vision on the young woman. Immediately striking down on her, pressure immensely crushing. Revealing her blade, blocking the assault of the fiend. Her eyes unwavering, those crimson eyes locking onto his own. Unnerving this is, that calm demeanor of hers. Riding along the endless wind, a heart loathing the battlefield. Powerlessness guiding her path, years of loneliness. None ever hearing her voice, torment branding upon her soul. Freedom once not of her own, desperately trying to grab hold of the endless sky. Two walking away on a certain night, that devil sinking into the depths of despair.
Pain deep within, emotions brewing at her depths. Those feelings carrying through, despising the one holding children captive. Pulling away his claw, striking once more. Holding her position, enduring the attacks of the arch-demon. Glancing back to Argent, that boy incapable of moving, fear gripping at him. Focusing her attention on the threat ahead, not leaving her position. Immediately revealing her revolver in her offhand, unleashing an assault upon the chest of the demon. Negativity bursting through, heavily striking the monster. That attack violently exploding, the fiend skidding back upon his feet. rubble flying all around, the surrounding area crushing from the exertion.
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"Ugh...!" he takes a moment to adjust.
"Those are no ordinary guns..." He cautiously speaks.
"Of course not, these guns are infused with my own energy, fully concentrated. The perfect weapon for long and close range battles." Her eyes sharp upon him.
Emotions of the past, days of yore. Times of joy once in existence, a realm of lawlessness intruding upon happiness. A heart paining throughout the years, hatred brewing at her depths. Years of confusion, clashing against her old friend. Those memories returning, a moment of bliss in the presence of the other. Separation once more, entering into the realm in between the living and the dead. Incapability of resting, her mother residing there. A way in pursuing the past, that one willing in opposing once more. That demon stepping away, observing the situation. A weapon of long and close quarters, uncertainty of where this opponent has come from. Glancing to Valor, her vision meeting with his own. Actions of limitation, that deity understanding. Appearing before the child, lifting the boy. Everything happening so fast, the child in shock.
"Aah!"
Dashing away from the battlefield, that demon resting his vision onward, witnessing the child from afar. Facing his attention back to the maiden, her posture shifting once again. No one in defending, her capabilities of uncertainty. Two of differing times, one filling with love, the other with hatred. Smiling in times of yore, despair in days of the present. Influence over others, stripping will away from the young. An existence once within shackles, that young woman breaking free. Torment never leaving her, emotions rising to the surface. Selfishness guiding her path, hatred steadily building.
"She cannot fight at her best if you're in danger." Valor warning, setting the child down upon his feet.
"O—oh..."
"A soft-hearted demon? Hah! How amusing." The arch-demon mocks.
"Old habits die hard I suppose." She calmly balances Lævateinn upon her shoulder.
One loathing the battlefield, desiring for days of the past. Adventures in those times, feelings roaming free. Smiling of brightness, a heart filling with love. Years going by, despair setting in. No matter so, that one desperately trying to maintain herself. Extending his claws, that demon striking the field below. Ripples forming, repeatedly flowing through the area. Everything slowing down around him, Valor resting his vision onward. Some unrest within him, a Defiler of Souls. That fiend moving onward, illusions inside of his steps. Appearing behind the maiden, his claw reaching towards her.
"Is that all?" Cyra calmly questions.
One once standing above numerous, a heart of softness. Despair setting in, falling from her throne. A life of bondage, emotions never reaching. Indescribable agony, torment throughout the years. A voice screaming out, none ever answering. Treading through the deepest of abyss, following the faintest light. Hatred at her depths, those feelings flowing to the surface. That demon immediately freezing, sweat running down his spine. Emotions sickeningly rising from the pit of his stomach, that young woman immediately turning. Her blade connecting into his arm, severing it. Reality returning to normal, that demon stepping away in excruciating pain, blood gushing in every direction.
"Remember kid, she has a lot of issues to work out." Valor whispering.
"Okay...?" he props his head in confusion towards Valor.
That arm hitting against the ground from afar, the arch-demon resting his vision onward, those cold eyes upon him. Feelings throughout the years, one incapable of escaping. Pain constantly upon her, that soul desiring to soar. Wings no longer spreading, tears inside of the abyss. Stepping away from her, fear overtaking him by the moment. Instantly sweeping her blade across the lower half of his body, severing the demon in half. Those eyes of the fiend widening in devastation, falling to the ground. That field coating in blood, the monster laying there with life still in his eyes. His vision upon her, fear paralyzing him.
Hatred deep within, pain flowing to the surface. Chains shackling her heart, torment never leaving. Those forcing their influence over another, stripping freedom away from others. Actions unforgivable, anger building by the second. Standing above him, coldly glaring down at him by her feet. Punishment of lightness, her heart battling in maintaining itself. Softness still residing, no matter of the despicableness of another. An internment camp, kidnapping those so young. Molding them into monsters, stripping away their will. Raising her blade, aiming it at the head of the fiend.
"Lower filth, how does it feel to be helpless yourself? I want you to remember this feeling on your way out of this world. Farewell..."
Those words meeting his attention, horror within the eyes of the demon. That blade of the young woman descending, piercing through his skull. His life immediately severing, that area staining in blood. Emotions deep within, pain never ending. Torturous experiences over the years, hatred far within. Indescribable agony, everything falling out of her hands. Times of yore being of her happiest days, that smile but a facade. Desiring times so long ago, pushing through within the endless abyss. A heart of softness, sins staining her soul. Unforgivable actions, a constant reminder of her torment.
"Cyra...what happened to you..."
Distant his voice is, two from differing times. One once filling with love for the worlds, the one of the present having so much hatred. A night eternally within his memories, that bleeding moon shining its light down upon those two in times of the past. Incapability of leaving his shell, her despair no doubt linking to his inaction. Wishing in knowing more, yet that maiden keeping to herself. That boy resting his vision upon the deity, wondering of his problem. That god slightly turning his eyes, a sigh escaping him. Facing his attention to the boy, tackling this conflict one step at a time.
"Alright, let's go kid." He gestures his arm, walking towards the maiden.
Following behind the deity, confusion within the eyes of the boy. Much there is in learning, that young woman removing her blade from the corpse, swinging it to her right. Some blood coming off, spilling along the land. Those eyes of the devil calming, placing away her sword. Emotions far within, feelings rising from the depths. Hatred reaching to the surface, punishment meeting an unfortunate opponent. Turning her attention towards Valor and Argent, witnessing them moving in her direction. Both standing before her, the boy resting his vision on the remains of the arch-demon, soon turning his view to the maiden.
"You are free now—" she turns from the child.
"—let us go, we have no reason to remain here." She calmly walks onward.
A smile coming to his face, that child racing up to her side. A future of endless possibilities, will returning to him. A heart no longer in bondage, pain branding upon the soul. No matter so, that will in continuing on. A life still inside of his hands, moving towards a brighter morrow. An unlikely meeting, one going so far. Freeing the boy, punishing his captor. Despair far inside of her, yet the faintest light guiding her way. Even if it is but a somber morrow, that boy willing in following her. A sigh escaping Valor, that deity trailing behind, holding the back of his head with his right hand.
"You can lighten up a bit ya know." He follows behind her.
Enduring much over the years, her words having meaning behind them. That sorrow deep inside of her, the god incapable of doing more. Guilt lingering at his depths, a certain night constantly inside of his mind. Words never reaching, two companions parting. A devil desiring times of the past, pushing through the farthest of abyss. Indescribable pain, torment never leaving. A wrong of the past, that god wishing in righting it. Continuously following her, even if the worlds shall go to ruin itself. Selfish this may be, but now and then those emotions are not a bad thing.
These emotions within me, my hatred coming free. A mother I once has been, an existence in bondage. Brutality upon my opponent, my heart trying to maintain its softness. Even so...this being the least of my concern. That life I wrongfully took...I will use it towards my path...and hopefully, right that sin I have committed...
Despair gripping at the soul, wings desiring to soar. Torment eternally existing, agony incomparable. Shackling to the land, resisting for years. Reaching her limitation, wishing for an end to her suffering. Death not enough, one returning multiple times. Feelings far within, emotions brewing at her depths. Later that day, the swine gathering remains of the children, ensuring in retrieving the pieces of the arch-demon. Brutality upon the fiend, anger coming to the eyes of the pig. One no less holding responsibility, her image forever inside of his mind. That feeling of helplessness clawing away at him, his heart heavily pounding within his chest.
"Fated to be lower than you...I just can't accept that. If the gods so intend to purge you, then I am on board as well." He slightly looks away.
Memories scarring upon the mind, that image of the young woman. Those eyes penetrating down to his core, anger far inside of him. His own way in resisting, feelings at a high. Loathing her so much, pressing onward down his path. Walking away from the scene, another phase in going forward. Difficult it is in identifying his plan, conflict he is experiencing with the young woman. Events detailing much further into the past, his desires feverishly burning. A realm of lawlessness, those going the distance. Trampling upon one another, each for their own gain.