Torment throughout the years, feelings inside of a lock. One yearning for the endless sky, incapability of spreading her wings. Binding to a life of despair, influence of another over her. Screaming out, none ever hearing her. Despair consuming her, desperation coming at hand. Reaching for the smallest chance, grasping her freedom, taking flight once again. A moment it has been, a heart free to the wind. Returning below, her child having longer to live. Trading what is remaining of her, failure of the result, a thousand years of torment. Those memories scarring her mind, guilt eating away at her. No matter so, that one pushing towards her deepest desire. Passing through the gate, diving further into the endless darkness. Even if it is but a somber morrow, no matter of her existence being a rejection, that young woman continuing onward. A curse of a life, eternally fighting, continuing in reaching out. Screaming where none is willing in searching, those cries never meeting awareness.
Sorrow filling for years, despair consuming her, pushing her onward. A heart of conflict, becoming the Bringer of Demise. This path giving her the smallest chance, for those days of the past to become a reality once more. Treading through the deepest of abyss, trying to grasp what she most wishes for. Shackles binding the soul, resolve pulling against those chains. Anger brewing at her depths, emotions stirring at her core. Tears in the depths of darkness, a voice shouting her soul. Standing in front of the gate, wind blowing all around. Slowly exhaling, her breath in the air. Peculiar it is, a realm without warmth. That devil wondering on the reason, a connecting point towards her despair. Slowly looking around, witnessing those decaying trees steadily freezing over.
Pushing against the harshness of the tides, seeking days of bliss. One once filling with love, hatred filling her. Desires far within, all magnifying towards a path, a way to her deepest one. That young woman bearing witness to this development, seeing icy mist high in the air, slowly spiraling around. Slightly grim her expression is, that thickness of the cold scraping away at her body. Focusing her attention on the mist, witnessing a shining light of azure. Strange it is, even in the most frightening of cold, she can feel warmth. Wishing for those blissful experiences again, one never reaching fulfillment. To live a life away from those troubles, where they will evaporate. Slightly turning her attention below, well in awareness on the actions to take, to make her desires into a reality.
"In order for such desires to even have a chance...I must...sever the past..." Dreading this.
Brightness in times of the past, worlds in the palms of two. Venturing the distance, embracing in the bliss of the other. Emotions inside of a lock, words never reaching. A night of dreadfulness coming along, companions walking away from the other. That light of the velvet moon shining down, cursing those within its path. One born underneath its influence, an existence without rest. Reaching back her hand, Lævateinn crying out, that young woman gripping the handle of her weapon. Resting her vision onward, that light of azure steadily descending. Trailing its movements, watching it touching down on the ground. Closely fixating her vision, witnessing a figure taking form.
That energy slowly subsiding, distant her eyes are. An illusion of her old friend, this no doubt of expectance. Feelings residing in times of the past, emotions basking in the bliss of the wind. One going so far, diving into the abyss. His voice screaming out, that young woman looking up. Resolve barely holding on, that companion trying to reach her. Emotions constantly with her, her heart of appreciation of him. The trial of Lust, those embracing bodily desires, but also doing away with it. That coldness all around, the chilling ice that is from her companion and none other. That warmth in the harshest of cold, the maiden knowing it well. A hand always extending, no matter of the pain, no matter of her selfish requests.
"Cyra...will you really go so far?" he distantly questions.
Pain tormenting her for years, days of yore guiding her path. One once filling with love, hatred manifesting at her depths, rising to the surface. A voice screaming into the abyss, resolve feverishly igniting once again. Pushing against the harshness of the tides, diving even deeper. That hand desiring the faintest light, a way in returning to her most pleasureful times. Actions of reprehensibility, yet this is her way in going forward. Turning her attention away for a moment, a considerable sacrifice in order to gain something. Her vision ahead to the illusion, those distant eyes upon him, sorrow rising within her.
"This is how it has been for the longest while, the one time I needed you most...and..." She stops herself, feeling rage building within her.
Emotions of the past, a night coming into their lives. That velvet moon shining its light down upon two, words regrettably leaving her mouth. Awaiting her companion, desperately wishing for a way out. That one remaining inside of his shell, incapable of doing anything. Years upon years of patience, giving him all of the time he will need. Enduring disappointment, hoping for a moment when it will be no more. Requiring him the most, yet that companion not acting. Despair consuming her, rage building over the years. Those eyes of anger on the one ahead, the hand of the illusion trembling. Slightly looking down, guilt inside the eyes of the maiden. No matter of the sorrow, that rage deep inside of her, difficult it is in confronting him about these problems.
"Sorry...I did not think—"
"—That is it! You did not think! Perhaps I was a fool...that much can be said for certain..." Her voice of agony.
Believing in the smallest chance, holding onto that hope. Those days going by, yet disappointment coming. A life not of her preference, torment branding upon her. That companion of shyness, even so, in awareness on their bond. That knowledge stabbing away at her, rage at her core. Her heart desperately trying to maintain its softness, yet anger guiding her way. Desiring times so long ago, confronting these feelings. Looking away from her, accepting her hatred upon him. Justification in experiencing such against him, moving his hand to his katana. Gripping the hilt upon it, his eyes deeply of sorrow.
"You have every right to be angry at me. I should have done more...I should have acted, I should have stopped you that night..." He depressingly speaks.
Emotions inside of the past, two once basking in the bliss of the wind together. Traveling throughout the worlds, feelings of purity. An unlikely meeting between those of differing worlds, a bond forming on a certain day. Emotions growing over the passing time, words never reaching. Years going by, confronting an illusion inside of a trial. Those words she is hearing, an illusion he may be. Meaningful his message is, but that rage not ceasing within her. Her closest friend, that grief steadily pouring out. Unable in stemming those feelings deep within, malevolence extending from her body. That illusion resting his vision onward, witnessing malevolence thickening, feeling a powerful pressure crushing down on him.
"It can still be made right." He speaks, taking a step towards her.
Emotions within the shadows, times of the past forever branding upon the soul. Despair in days of yore, a heart yearning for the endless sky. Unable in spreading those wings, binding in chains. Desperation coming at hand, seeking the smallest chance. That faintest light within the deepest of abyss, incapable of grabbing hold of it for so long. Grasping it at last, death releasing her, freedom once more. Returning, trying to save her child, failure coming about. A thousand years of torment, hatred burning even brighter. Standing upon her side, directing Lævateinn at the illusion. Glaring into his eyes, a wrong that may not be able to have rectification. Fury boiling inside of her, slowly letting loose, unwilling in hearing anymore.
"The time for talk has been long over, you are but a trial and nothing more." Her voice coldly extending.
Feelings inside of a lock, a night never leaving her mind. That light of the crimson moon shining down in those days, wind constantly within her awareness. Her aching heart, the problem at hand. One requiring her companion more than ever, that deity remaining inside of his shell. Years of patience, her companion incapable of acting. Turmoil coming about, those of differing worlds drifting apart. Releasing the hilt of his weapon, that illusion stepping forward. Expanding his arms, confusion expressing from the maiden . An enemy he is to her, uncertainty within his action, leaving himself in exposure.
"Then come, strike me down. If your heart has truly sunken into the depths of nothingness, then do so. If not, then I know your heart of softness still remains." He confidently looks into her eyes.
A move of boldness, putting everything on the line. An illusion he may be, yet actions of the same. One constantly diving into the depths, trying to reach her. Despairing over those years, treading within the abyss. Fighting against the harshness of the tides, a heart crying out, none ever hearing her. Blackness consuming her, desires wishing for the nigh impossible. Hatred brewing at her depths, that soft heart constantly on trial. Resting her vision upon him, hesitating to move. Sorrowfulness of her eyes, no matter of his actions, of the sadness it may bring, never easy it is in raising a weapon against him. Slowly lowering her blade, uncertainty on proceeding.
"Remember, you are not an abomination." He walks towards her.
A curse of an existence, born underneath the light of the crimson moon. Times of the past, one once filling with love. Endless distances in those days, experiences no more, despair consuming her. Unable to gain answers of the past, returning to the living time and time and again. Capabilities evermore frightening, yet in moving her forward. Turning her attention below, her weapon at her side. Her hand shaking, combatting feelings of two differing times. An abomination she may be, those deepest desires continuously crying out. A soul eternally in bondage, resisting the shackles binding her.
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"Hatred does no good." He gently speaks.
Resolve once in the bliss of the wind, soaring endless distances. Smiling of brightness, a heart once filling with love. Hatred consuming her, guiding her path. Those words ringing through her, a cycle constantly repeating from those feelings. Despair throughout the years, incapability of screaming out. Emotions deep within, resisting the reason of others. That illusion approaching, her body unable in moving. The cold subsiding, filling her with warmth. Standing before her, raising a hand to her chin, gently motioning her head to his view.
"Come now, let us move on from this pitiful Hell." He gently speaks.
Dreadfulness over the years, treading through an abyss of loneliness. Tides of harshness, a hand unable in reaching. Seeking the faintest light, diving even deeper into the abyss. Tears forever flowing, pain branding upon the soul. Words of gentleness, resonating at her depths. Eyes losing focus, her vision blurring by the moment. Warmth in the thickest of cold, times of bliss of the past. Desiring for what is no more, pushing towards the nigh impossible. Wishing in moving away from her torment, wanting to put it all behind her. A nightmarish experience, to have it simply as such.
"Give into those desires, what you can have is ever so close." He continues.
Memories branding upon the mind, a night of despair. Feelings inside of a lock, words unable in reaching. Chilling wind in those times, a crimson moon shining its light down upon two. Companions walking away, hearts in bondage. Listening to the voice of the illusion, a way in her desires becoming a reality. Her vision fading away, falling into the depths of nothingness. That bliss of darkness overtaking her, the young woman floating in the endless abyss. Emotions far within, one continuously resisting the influences inside of her life. Wishing for a rest, constantly in denial of it.
I am not an abomination, and what is here can become a reality. Still...something does not seem right...
"Cyra."
Born underneath an object of a curse, its crimson light paving a path. Times of bliss, those experiences coming apart. A father training her in the way of the demons, yet her heart loathing the battlefield. Desiring for an endless adventure, an unlikely meeting between two. Those of differences forming a bond, embracing in the pleasure of the other. Traveling throughout the worlds, tackling their challenges together. Hearing a voice calling from the depths of her mind, that sound of familiarity, unable in making out who it is. Slowly slipping away into the blackness far inside of her, that voice sounding once again, but even louder.
"Cyra!"
Emotions far within, hatred at her depths. Screaming into a void of nothingness, none ever hearing. Traveling through the deepest of abyss, resisting the harshness all around her. Drowning in her despair, difficult it is in breathing. That faintest light constantly out of reach, her hand continuously extending towards it. Eyes of desperation, visualizing a way in claiming her freedom once more. Painful it may have been, tiring in it all. A moment between two, bliss in the presence of the other, a distressing parting. Those feelings grabbing at her, her eyes slowly opening, witnessing someone descending in her direction. Blurry her vision is, uncertainty of the person. A warmth coming closer, once again, that voice calling out, shouting her name.
"Cyra!!!" their voice loudly extending.
Sorrow throughout the years, unable in relying on another. Pain branding upon her, a body shakily holding on. That spirit resisting another, a body of filth, frustration at her depths. A heart once filling with love, hatred consuming her. Those emotions carrying through, a plan coming in place. Feelings never leaving, reflecting into her current reality. Illness constantly within, desiring for an end, yet that will to oppose forever existing. Slowly opening her eyes more by the second, a hand of familiarity reaching towards her. That voice refusing in giving in, calling out to her.
"Wake up! Take hold of my hand!"
Her vision widening, resting them on a certain hand. That companion forever there for her, despite how far she is in the abyss. Drowning in her sorrow, descending even further into blackness. Pain branding upon the soul, a heart shackling in chains. A voice screaming out, one continuously attempting to meet her. Distantness inside of the past, searching for a way out of her torment. Regret eating away for years, words inside of a lock. Those within the presence of the other, incapable of embracing in the bliss of one another. Years going by, that old friend desperately trying, diving towards her. Extending her hand, that companion taking hold of her own, a blinding light of azure extending far and wide within the darkness.
"The Cyra I know never gives up! Keep fighting!" his voice echoing through her.
Distressing experiences over time, one never surrendering. A heart in bondage, feelings inside of a lock. Constantly falling, rising even stronger. Those of differing worlds, a meeting not of expectance. Pleasure in the outcome, a bond forming between two. Strife within the life of the one from the land, yet her smile remaining there. Patiently waiting, the one from above staying inside of his shell. Time running out, a dreadful parting underneath the crimson moon. That light shining brighter, those words resonating inside of her. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, one forever resisting. Descending into the depths of despair, pushing against the harshness of the tides. Her consciousness slowly returning, distant her gaze is upon her old friend.
"Valor..."
"Sorry...for a long time, I hated myself for not acting. How much pain it must have caused you, I can never expect you to forgive me for such...but...keep moving. Even if it is but a somber morrow, I know you will always find a way back from the depths of darkness." He faintly smiles.
Existences far apart from the other, one of firmament, the other treading the land. Pain over the years, desiring more from the one so high. A dream of simpleness, awaiting his action. Nothing ever coming, frustration at her depths. Rising time and time and again, forcing against the influences in her life. A body incapable of resisting any longer, power no longer there. Years of torment, a solution coming in mind. Returning after so long, that companion trying to bring her back. A true friend, diving to the depths of darkness, reaching his hand out to her. That one trying to pull her out, to reignite her resolve. Irreplaceable he is, continuously consoling that sorrow within her, that illusion revealing themselves, a shadowy specter. The face of a reaper, and the body of a death angel. A deity of sin, one filling those with temptation. That entity slowly moving his scythe to her neck, getting even closer to his goal.
"That is right...dive further into the darkness..." He gently speaks.
Emotions deep within, feeling inside of a lock. Words never reaching, a night of torment constantly within her mind. Despair driving her way, seeking times of yore. Wishing in doing things differently, a way in living an existence of preference. A companion going so far, never relenting. His voice echoing through her, one never surrendering, returning even stronger. That scythe approaching her neck, malevolence steadily burning from the body of the maiden. That energy intensifying, crushing down on the deity. Holding back his weapon, shocking it is. Resisting the temptations within her, rising to the challenge once more. Stepping away, the color in her eyes slowly revealing. Tightly gripping Lævateinn with her right hand, that sword loudly crying out, shockwaves tearing through the area.
"Impossible..." A grim expression upon the face of the deity.
Pain constantly within existence, a soul yearning to soar. Wings wishing in spreading, events evermore scarring. Desires deep inside, one resisting reason. Pushing onward, her heart once filling with love, hatred consuming her. Despite it all, a companion eternally trying to meet her in the abyss. Raising her demon sword to the air, negativity wildly lashing out at the surrounding area. That exerting heat, ice melting, quelling the mist. Focusing her vision, calm her expression is. Gazing upon the monster ahead, one manipulating his victims, filling them with lust. Those giving up all sense of belonging, falling into the depths of nothingness. A deity collecting the souls of others, actions of deplorability. Her eyes becoming stern, glaring at the enemy. Standing upon her side, directing her weapon at him, her resolve holding strong.
"Enough of your trickery! Lust! Defiler of Souls! I shall devour you!" she strongly speaks.
Picking up the remains of herself, connecting those pieces, rising to the challenge. Agony tormenting at her depths, desires far inside. Emotions yearning for freedom, wings wishing in soaring. Trickery by one instilling temptation, a companion diving into the farthest of abyss. Tides of harshness, loneliness at the core. Seeking a way back to those pleasureful times, resisting the influence of others, her tone, her posture, baffling it is to the god. Incapability of opposing his manipulation, losing herself in despair, breaking free from his clutches.
"How did you escape my illusion?" he begrudgingly questions.
"How you ask? Simple...my old friend, no matter how painful things are. He will always be there for me, always reminding me of who I am, he never gives up." She coldly explains.
Those of differing worlds, a bond forming between two. One descending from the heavens, meeting another of the land. That hand of guidance from the one below, a smile of brightness. Adventures for years, pleasantry in the presence of the other. Emotions growing over time, words never reaching. No matter so, friendship of value. Hearts desiring for times of yore, mistakes of greatness, indescribable pain. Frustration inside of the deity, a minor miscalculation. A soul of worth, losing his opportunity. One embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, diving to the depths of despair, trying to grasp her deepest wish.
"You could have escaped your worldly troubles! Why resist?" he mightily expands his arms.
"Why you ask?" she mightily steps forward.
Emotions of bliss, feelings of purity. Deceptiveness of one, aim in direction towards the devil. Falling into the pit of despair, a voice screaming into the void. Diving further, drowning in sadness. A heart forever in pain, one once filling with love for the worlds. Hatred consuming her, desires feverishly igniting. Even if the chances are minuscule at best, that one constantly resisting the reason of others. Slightly turning her head, glaring into the lifeless eyes of the deity. Disgust expressing from her, malevolence leaving her body. No matter the sorrow ahead, that young woman continuing to oppose.
"Even if it is a somber morrow, even if the worlds so shall damn me to oblivion! I shall keep fighting! I craft my own future! Not what is laid out before me!" her voice tearing deep into the god.
Feelings brewing at her depths, rising to the surface. One continuing to fight, paving her own path forward. Times so long ago, her dream slipping out of her hands. Pain never leaving, words inside of a lock. A world of lawlessness, falling victim to its cruelty. Reaching for the smallest chance, a way to reclaim her freedom. Years going by, desiring a way towards her most pleasurable experiences. Her voice, that pressure exerting from her. Unnerving it is to the deity, trying to fathom who she is. One that is an abomination, resisting the deepest of temptations. Even if it shall mean becoming an enemy, this does not matter. That maiden pushing onward, creating her path with her own two hands.
Thank you...old friend, I may have very well fallen into the depths of despair if not for you. Those desires I felt...I wanted to go...I really did. However...I know that if there is any chance for such times to become a reality again, then I must push onward, carving my way forward. Lust! For your deplorable action! I shall devour you!