Desiring in falling into his temptation, embracing that life of bliss once more. An illusion inside of a realm of nightmares, one seeking her soul. A companion diving to the depths, reaching out towards her. His voice shaking her back to consciousness, resisting the influence of Lust. Feelings inside of a lock, agony incomparable, emotions feverishly igniting. That deity resting his vision onward, gazing upon the malevolence of the maiden, witnessing it tearing away at the surrounding area. Darkness devouring the energy around her, someone diving deeper into despair. That young woman pressing onward, dangling on the edge. A step away from demonization, yet opposing its sway.
Memories scarring upon the mind, reason in pushing forward. Resisting the rationality of others, a heart seeking a path back to her most pleasureful experiences. Two of differing worlds, a bond forming between them. A parting most agonizing, years of torment. Incapability of resting, continuously rising, facing numerous challenges. Dark feathery wings extending from the deity, expanding far and wide. That devil witnessing the entity ascending into the air, wings consuming the surroundings in a void of blackness. Grand his pressure is, that young woman resting her eyes onward, her vision of seriousness.
"Fool, you could have escaped your torment, yet you continue to tread within the realm of despair." Lust calmly speaks.
Torment never ceasing, distressing it is. Treading through the deepest of abyss, drowning in her sorrow. Despising the battlefield, arms of necessity. Years underneath the authority of another, freedom out of her hands. Hatred brewing at her depths, power inside of a seal. A plan coming into actuality, a way in reaching the endless sky once more. Death of her solution, her daughter following, a mother returning. Trading what is remaining of her, an exchange of equivalence. Failure coming about, a thousand years of torture. Awakening once more, wishing to truly rest. Unable to do so, those desires igniting far within. Her way in claiming those times once again, resolve opposing once more. Closing her eyes, listening to his words. Truth within it, happier she will have been. No matter so, experiences not of reality. An illusion, her heart never able in accepting it.
"Perhaps so...maybe I would have been happy." She mildly responds.
"Then why resist?" he questions.
Emotions of fleetingness, times of yore providing warmth. Her distressing life of the past, bearable it has been with her companion. Two traveling the worlds, embracing in the bliss of the other. Feelings growing over the passing time, words never reaching. Tackling challenges together, both being there for the other. Wings of freedom in those days, hearts basking in the pleasure of the wind. Leaving her home, yet constantly underneath the vision of her father. Those numerous realms, her happiest experiences existing within those adventures. Slowly opening her eyes, gazing upon the entity ahead. Those wings reflecting death, a foolish question from the god. Her deepest desire not existing in an illusion, that dream residing far away from this madness.
"Why you ask? Simple really...even if I must walk in eternal despair—" she holds her fist to her chest.
"—what I so desire is not in the realm of illusions, but in reality. So, I will keep moving, I will keep fighting, that is who I am." She confidently explains.
Moving through that abyss, loneliness at the depths. Tides of harshness, a heart yearning for the endless sky. Agony incomparable, actions of desperation, sins staining her soul. One loathing the battlefield, wishing in putting down her arms. Resisting the reason of others, opposing her enemies. A world of lawlessness, innocence desperately holding on. Listening to her words, peculiar she is to Lust. Many victims falling to his grasp, yet that young woman of difference. Those desires inside of her, fueling her way to continue pushing on. Resisting a hand of illness, opposing what is reason.
"An abomination, that is what you are." Lust broodingly looking upon her.
"Perhaps I am, that I do accept—" she lowers her hand.
One once filling with love, hatred consuming her. Born underneath the light of the crimson moon, an abomination to countless. An existence of a secret, a life of bliss. Pleasureful experiences coming apart, despair enveloping a Tyrant. A chain of events reaching throughout time, torment eating away at him. Those feelings taking the happiness of his child, years of despair coming. Standing on her side, directing Lævateinn at the deity. Her vision piercing down his core, words not phasing her. Her path not changing, those desires wishing in rising to actuality.
"—even if I must bathe in malevolence, then so be it. I am tired of this, this pointless conflict, this eternal strife...!" she hangs her head low.
Sinking into the depths of despair, embracing malevolence. Reflections of two differing times, one of innocence, the other of malice. Smiling of brightness, eyes of hatred. Chains binding the soul, yearning for freedom. Two halves once whole, both in separation, each seeking a path of their own. Yet those of similarity, that heart of softness still resisting, her other half desiring in claiming what she is wishing for most. Darkness slowly spiraling around Lust, clashing against the intensity of the maiden's energy. Entities of mightiness, opposing the other. One collecting the souls of the damned, the other tearing down reason, bringing forward a new form of rationality.
"I want it to end...those times I so desire...! I will make them a reality once more! With my own two hands!" she strongly speaks, glaring at the god.
Feelings at a high, emotions boiling at her depths. Loathing the battlefield, torment never ending. Memories scarring her mind, fear in her most horrible days. Power within a seal, rising to the challenge at hand, a way in claiming her freedom once more. Desires flowing free, that young woman seeking a way back to her blissful days. Wishing for another chance, words never reaching. Pushing onward through the deepest of abyss, a voice screaming out. A companion diving to the depths, struggling in meeting her. One of most value, despair consuming that devil.
A moment of reuniting, pleasureful it has been. Hearts connecting for a second, separation coming soon enough. Turning sorrow into power, opening wounds of oldness. A path never of an easy one, Cyra well in awareness on this. No matter of her tiring, that halfbreed constantly finding a way in moving forward. Even if none will hear her screaming, those tears never showing. That young woman continuing on, venturing far, trying to grasp what she is deeply desiring. Those of differing worlds, times of yore guiding the way, hatred in existence. Even so, a heart refusing in relenting.
"Then your decision is final?" Lust questions, raising his scythe, reflecting the image of the maiden.
Pain branding upon the soul, nightmarish experiences. A realm in between the living and the dead, that devil incapable of resisting. A way in claiming what she is wishing for most, a path towards her most pleasureful days. Those of differing times, one of happiness, the other of dreadfulness. Two halves of a whole, a heart of softness, the other of blackness. Both clashing throughout time, that one of darkness shielding the other from pain. The one of innocence trying to keep the one of hatred in check, existences most different, yet similar to each other. Malevolence brightly burning from the scythe, that deity extending his weapon. Darkness rushing out in each direction, trying to break through the defenses of the halfbreed.
"I do sympathize with the sorrow you endure. Which is why, I will release you from your torment." Lust distantly speaks.
Sorrow throughout the years, tips of pieces. Dangling on the edge of oblivion, tears of silence. A body of filth, indescribable agony. A world of lawlessness, that young woman developing a plan. Actions throughout time, desperation in claiming her freedom. Reuniting for a moment, casting away to the realm in between the living and the dead. Embracing her mother once more, incapability of resting. Trials each holding something deeper, a way towards her most pleasureful days. That path of the Bringer of Demise, hatred powerfully manifesting. Eternally suffering, torment never ending. Crying out for so long, none ever hearing. Screaming inside of a void, even so, one eventually meeting her sound. That companion trying to reach her, ascertaining her voice, consoling her despair.
"Apologies, but I will continue on, even if I must trample upon those within my path." She calmly responds.
"That is something I cannot allow." Lust speaks a bit more seriously.
"Oh? How funny, now you are some kind of smiter of corruption?" her blade facing the ground.
"No, I am simply a being that knows when a life should be removed from the worlds." Lust rushing towards her.
Desiring the endless wind, tides of harshness. Drowning in her sorrow, diving even deeper. That faintest light guiding the path, emotions stirring at the depths. One once of happiness, hatred consuming her. Pain branding upon the soul, those of differing times. Smiling of brightness within the past, anger inside of the present. Two halves once whole, each having their own way in going forward. Direction towards that desire so far within, trampling on others. Analyzing the deity, that young woman witnessing illusions in the movements of Lust. Instantly appearing before her, that scythe sweeping in an uppercut. Narrowly evading the assault, the impact tearing the land asunder.
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Emotions resisting the reason of others, a heart following what it is wishing for most. Pain never leaving, tears continuously streaming. Bliss of a distant dream, that maiden desiring for those times of yore. Continuing his assault, the young woman catching her footing. Extending her blade afar, that entity rushing at her. Immediately clashing against the other, shockwaves of intensity ripping through the area. Rubble flying into the air, malevolence increasing by the moment. Treading through the deepest of abyss, memories forever scarring upon the mind.
Days underneath the influence of a Tyrant, an even worse existence coming along. A heart yearning for the endless sky, despair gripping at her. Feelings guiding her path, one seeking the smallest chance. Even if it is minuscule at best, this being more than enough to oppose. Both pushing against the other, that deity gazing into her eyes, her resolve burning even brighter by the second. Different she is from numerous souls, conflicting emotions of a decision. Wishing in reaping her, disposing of her in order for balance within the Nine Worlds.
Born underneath the light of the crimson moon, an object following her even in a nightmarish realm. Eternally shining down, constantly reminding her of her grief. That deity pulling away, Cyra continuing her assault. Both clashing throughout the area, shattering the field with each collision. Forcing onward, heavier and more precise that maiden's attacks are. Lust bearing witness to her pattern, growing stronger throughout battle, truly a terrifying ability. That devil leaping high into the air, malevolence wildly spiraling around. Lust resting his vision onward, darkness consuming her, claws tearing away at it. Revealing underneath the blissful moon, fur white as the cold winter, eyes in reflection to the velvet moon. A doppelgänger revealing above the maiden, a shadowy image of her state of a werewolf, malevolence brightly burning from both of them.
Paths crossing in times of the past, those of differing worlds. Feelings of simplicity, one from high above, the other walking the land. Emotions of bliss, companions venturing the worlds. Growing closer over time, words never reaching. Pain branding upon the heart, a soul shackling in chains. Seeking a way back to those pleasureful experiences, hatred guiding the way. Her life once within her hands, everything slipping away. Locking onto Lust, descending upon him. That doppelgänger following, moving behind the deity. Cyra extending her claw, Lust motioning his scythe towards her. Instantly colliding her claw into his weapon, shockwaves tearing through the area. Glancing back, that god witnessing the double approaching.
Adjusting his grip on the situation, slightly turning, avoiding the strike of the clone. A deity in awareness on his slipping chances, success lowering the longer the battle is raging. That maiden and her doppelgänger clashing against the deity throughout the area, each strike meeting with the enemy in kind. Dreams of fleetingness, times of the past. Pleasureful experiences in those days, emotions basking in the bliss of the wind. Diving into the depths, turning her pain into power. Rising to the challenges, surpassing her enemies once more. Bearing witness to the approaching doppelgänger, rendering his scythe against the ground.
Malevolence ripping through the land, spikes of negativity piercing the ground, that assault impaling the double. Turning his attention above, seeing the halfbreed quickly descending. Hastily flying to his right, Cyra crashing down into the land, rubble piling in every direction. Dying trees falling, grass scattering in the breeze. Emotions rising by the moment, one once filling with love. Hatred guiding the way, paving a path within her vision. That faintest light within the depths of the abyss, her hand continuously reaching for it. A moment coming along for the deity, proceeding in striking the devil. Her senses heightening in that moment, feeling the intensity of the assault approaching. That attack rushing down, malevolence crushing the young woman, binding her in place. The god resting his vision onward, that maiden struggling against her bondage.
"Out of the many souls I have reaped, I do regret this, but you must not exist any longer." Lust turning from her.
Remains scattering in times of the past, tips of pieces. One once filling with love, hatred consuming her. Born underneath the light of the crimson moon, an abomination upon the worlds. Embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, vision in direction towards her deepest wish. Even if she is an enemy, it is mattering little. Negativity building for miles, that young woman feeling it concentrating. Malevolence purely materializing, lances of darkness within the air. Weapons coming into physical form, all directing at her. Feelings guiding her way, her heart steadily beating.
"May you eternally rest..." Calmness of him.
Carrying on throughout time, lost in its boundlessness. Emotions deep within, words never reaching. A soul shackling to the land, wings desiring to soar. Bondage binding the heart, feelings desperately resisting. Malevolence quickly closing in upon the devil, her senses heightening, her heart rate accelerating. Those assaults crashing down upon her, the area violently exploding. Darkness spreading far and wide, pieces of the land flying in every direction, smoke filling the air. Lust turning, the area slowly clearing. That god witnessing darkness rushing past him, his vision closely fixating in the direction. Blood red eyes piercing through from the deepest depths, that mysterious figure racing towards him.
Malevolence slowly fading, a massive, demonic shadowy claw of a dragon extending towards the being. Alarming the situation is, this not of expectance. Lust dashing away, his vision of unease. Nine wings of blackness spreading afar, the deity never bearing witness to this development before. Years upon years of torment, emotions yearning for freedom. Words never leaving, a night of torment constantly inside of her mind. A way in returning to her happiest days, to make the nigh impossible into an actuality. Continuing her assault, her body burning away, darkness latching onto her. Expanding his wings, Cyra stopping her movements. Heavy gusts of wind tearing through the area, malevolence spiraling high into the air, circling around. That deity looking onward, witnessing darkness fueling the abomination ahead of him.
Intruding upon happiness, multiple of responsibility. A devil within a realm of lawlessness, that heart unable in growing like the rest. Loathing the battlefield, a weapon no less for protection. Never seeking strength in her fondest days, yet that need arising towards the end of her bliss. Power inside of a seal, loneliness over the years. Desperation coming at hand, a way in gaining that endless sky again. Appearing before the deity, her claw extending afar. Her arm approaching him, Lust narrowly blocking the assault. That powerful impact shaking his entire body, the surrounding area ripping apart, her power incredibly increasing. One continuously growing stronger, commanding the deepest of despair, a truly frightening opponent.
Two of differing times, halves once whole. Smiling of brightness in times of yore, eyes of hatred within the present. That heart of softness desperately trying to maintain itself, the other half wishing in protecting that fragility. Gazing into those blood red eyes, the deity seeing the anger inside of her. Lust breaking away, immediately clashing once again, that young woman pressing onward. First vertically striking, the deity adjusting his stance, blocking the intensity of the assault. Shockwaves ripping through, shredding the surroundings. That maiden forcing forward, continuing in a berserker state. Repeatedly striking Lust, each attack stronger than the last. His scythe barely keeping up with her speed and power, those eyes of unease.
That enemy slowly floating back, Cyra witnessing her moment of opportunity. Locking on, times of yore guiding her path, desires feverishly extending. Rushing at the deity, horizontally striking his scythe. That weapon cracking, his vision widening in devastation. Shattering his scythe to pieces, those fragments scattering on the ground. Wind of coldness blowing through, that light of the crimson moon shining down on the battlefield. Determination in the vision of the maiden, Lust witnessing her approaching claw. That arm extending, grabbing his head, instantly crushing down hard on his skull. Incapability of resisting, that devil raising him high, that one in such a state of powerlessness.
"Playing with my emotions, filling me with lies, deception...slandering my old friend. For your deplorable actions...for the many lives you have wronged...you shall assist me in my own desires..." She coldly speaks.
Pain branding upon the soul, emotions paving the way. Powerlessness in those times, hatred filling her. A realm of lawlessness, one embracing its way. A voice screaming out, none hearing her in the deepest of abyss. A life underneath the tyranny of another, agony constantly upon her. Those eyes of a certain one continuously within her mind, feeling of filth. Resolve at a low in those days, that hand reaching for the faintest light. Drowning in her sorrow, wings taking flight for a moment once more. Two meeting on similar grounds once again, fleeting it has been, but a most wonderful experience. Falling back to the land, saying farewell for so long. That heart crying out, emotions flowing to the surface. Her claw crushing down even harder on the skull of the deity, Lust trying to resist the pain. Intensity continuing even harsher, that god loudly screaming.
"How does it feel? When no one can hear you scream? All those lives in which you wrongfully took. I suppose the saying is true, it takes a monster to kill a monster, and I am fine with this." She calmly states.
Treading through the deepest of abyss, none ever hearing. Loneliness over the years, incapability of telling her old friend. Torment branding on the soul, lying for so long. Desiring power, hatred brewing at her depths. Two halves once whole, both of differing times. One of innocence, the other of malice, each in direction towards the other. Darkness protecting the one of light, fragility in these nightmarish experiences. That vision of Lust blurring, those ravenous crimson eyes meeting his own, everything soon going dark. Completely crushing down on his skull, that body of the deity morphing into energy of blackness.
Malevolence flowing towards her, assimilating into her body. Lowering her claw, standing there. That darkness releasing her body, slowly dissipating into the air. Her complexion returning to normal, those gentle red eyes of hers resting onward. Assessing the damage for a moment, a battlefield in ruin. This of her path, the faintest light leading her down this way. Her deepest desire holding strong, that voice forcing through the darkness. Turning away from the sight, that devil walking onward. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, that will to oppose feverishly igniting.
These desires I hold deep within, no matter of those who disagree with this path I have chosen, I will continue onward. This abyss which seems so endless, even if I must bathe in malevolence, even if the conflict is eternal, I shall press on. That light within the darkness, I will keep reaching, even if it takes an eternity...