Feelings of fleetingness, venturing through the numerous realms. Hearts basking in the pleasure of the wind, eyes reflecting that bleeding moon. Born underneath its cursing light, that resolve continuously opposing what is reason. A life once of blissfulness, everything slipping through her hands. Two halves once whole, one of innocence, the other of malice, both reflecting an entity of the present. Slightly turning his vision below, hatred building inside, malevolence intensifying. Hearing those words, that young woman looking down at him. Stronger he has been, yet that half continuously belittling him. Exerting his power over her, that will never relenting. Remembering her bond with the deity, anger driving him.
"Is that so? How am I to accept this? You don't think I never noticed?" he slightly raises his voice.
Never leaving pain, agony incomparable. Souls once soaring, hearts of similarity. Feelings inside of a lock, words unable in reaching. Torturous years, tears within the abyss. Resisting the influence of that man, loathing him so. Glancing back to him, her uncaring vision. Ardin gazing upon her, stepping forward. Malevolence intensifying, crushing down on her. Feeling his icy glare upon her, difficult it is in not noticing. A bond of warmth, simpleness in emotions of purity. Two constantly extending a hand towards the other, old friends forever remaining as so.
"I saw how you two always look at each other, and you had the nerve to lie to my face? You call that trust?" he coldly questions.
"Trust huh...I guess not." She turns, standing upon her side, directing a revolver at him.
Treading through the deepest of abyss, a heart once filling with love, hatred consuming her. Purity in times of yore, seeking those days once again. Shattering tips, separation time and time and again. Venturing in between the realm of the living and the dead, shouting her soul. Her own way in going forward, standing against the influence of the deities. Everything rebounding to these feelings of dreadfulness, trust not of existence, one tyrannizing her for years. Trying to strip away her hope, turning her life into a nightmarish experience.
Mutuality not of existence, such never of a possibility. Her cold eyes upon him, hatred gripping at her, malevolence wildly raging. Firing a shot at him, negativity rushing at Ardin. His image instantly blurring, an illusion no doubt, that assault passing through him. Immediately turning, moving her body a bit, watching the blade striking the ground. Narrowly of avoidance, that imprint on the land. Those chilling eyes of the demon meeting with the maiden, her own locking onto him. Adjusting her stepping, rendering her elbow into his face.
"Gyah...!" he steps back feeling a bit dizzy.
"If you truly cared—"
Directing her revolver at him, firing a bullet. Negativity piercing through his shoulder, anger from her eyes, that sorrow lingering at her depths. Both of combination crying out, that soul continuously resisting, trying to breakthose shackles upon her. Opposing what is reason, those days of the past never leaving. A body of filth, agony incomparable. Fear never leaving, that tiniest of possibility. Reaching for the nigh impossible, grasping her freedom. Death releasing her from her torment, yet returning for her own. Failure coming about, a thousand years of torture. Hearts of simplicity meeting on the battlefield, that old friend diving to the depths, pulling her to the surface.
"—Argh—!"
Dreams of the past, seeking the nigh impossible. A night most torturous, wishing to know an alternative. In awareness on the other, those emotions residing inside of him. Patiently waiting, disappointment coming, that old friend retreating into his shell. Feelings of illness brewing, anger at her depths. Pain over the years, unable in gaining assistance. Helplessness in times of yore, forcing through that despair. Treading within the deepest of abyss, opposing the reason of another. Ardin stepping away once more, excruciating pain upon him. His body slightly suffering paralysis, those eyes of hatred upon him. Distressing emotions, agony extending from her. Sorrow intensifying her malevolence, that darkness igniting even brighter from her.
"—We would have never been married in the first place." She coldly speaks.
Emotions at her depths, feelings flowing free. A night of a curse, words inside of a lock. Shouting her soul, wondering of an alternative. An outcome of appreciation, no less an illusion. One refusing in living a lie, facing her venture ahead. That faintest light guiding her path, grabbing hold of the tiniest of chances. Years constantly within her, memories never leaving. Illness within her experiences, anger far within. Gathering his breath, that young woman walking towards him. One continuously of proudness, even in weakness. This side building rage within him, his blade extending. Negativity intensely compressing, that demon lunging at the halfbreed. Striking down at her, his sword connecting to an afterimage. Witnessing her slowly fading, a chill running down his spine. Slowly looking behind, that maiden standing with her back facing him.
"Your power is but a joke, I am almost sickened to think you were once more powerful than me." Calmly running her offhand through her hair.
"What is that supposed to mean?" he coldly responds.
"I suppose the better word is elated. Now that you are weaker, you are of no threat to me." She glances back to him, those cold eyes of hers locking onto his own.
Two of differing times, one of innocence, the other of malice. Venturing through the worlds, a heart once filling with love for numerous. A parting so long ago, hatred consuming her. A torturous existence, resisting the reason of another. Pain of indescribableness, a body of pieces. Desperation coming at hand, reaching for the faintest light. Grabbing hold, death releasing her. A moment it has been, returning in saving her own. Failure as a result, a thousand years of torment. Slightly lowering his head, those words sparking more anger within him. One always standing so mighty, that young woman moving further out of his grasp.
"Always mocking me huh? Not this time." He hatefully speaks.
Born from superiority, one of mightiness. Standing above all, looking down at those below her. An existence once of blissfulness, experiences within the wind. Hostility inside of her home, moving away, never able in grasping her freedom. A Tyrant tracking her actions, that devil never capable in severing ties with her father. Yearning for times of the past, that one once of happiness. Sinking into the depths of despair, vision only of cruelty for the worlds. Those earlier days, her power of inferiority to the man ahead, this side continuously in existence. Controlling her for so long, manageability within those days. Power exponentially growing, strangeness in it all. Bravery in that strength, malevolence thickening around Ardin. Flames of blackness surrounding the demon, fire wildly raging. Calmly looking behind, those crimson eyes of gentleness. That darkness steadily subsiding, Ardin revealing in his new state, his back facing her.
His head of a fire dragon, that body of a beast. Scales glistening in an aura of blackness, the surrounding area slowly withering away. Petals disintegrating in the wind, flowers shriveling. Facing towards the young woman, that devil intensely unleashing a wave of fire. Remaining there, her malevolence blocking the relentless flames. Calmness in her demeanor, blackness surrounding the halfbreed, thickening by the moment. That darkness wildly raging around, a force in comparison to a hurricane. Hatred existing at her depths, feelings flowing free. Traveling in the farthest of abyss, loneliness for years. Agony incomparable, pain of indescribableness. Embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, corruption plaguing her soul.
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Emotions guiding the way, one seeking the faintest light. Ardin stepping away, his vision upon her. From deep within, a figure growing. His eyes slightly widening, black feathery wings extending from the blades of wind. Unrest within his heart, trembling at the sight, witnessing a scythe piercing through. Wind of darkness subsiding, that young woman standing as a giant. Her armor of a death Angel, those blood red eyes glaring down at him. Torment throughout the years, diving to the depths of oblivion. Trials in place, a way in grasping what is so far within. Tears of loneliness, torturous experiences never leaving her. Holding a small one of closeness, that faintest light inside of her blackness.
Desperation coming at hand, a way in ending her torment. Reaching for the nigh impossible, feverishly crying out. Raising her scythe of massiveness, swiftly swinging it across the field, rendering the area asunder. Striking the devil, severing his body in half. Ardin falling to the ground, his eyes in devastation. Malevolence surrounding the halfbreed once again, that energy wildly raging in every direction. Her form becoming smaller, nine wings of blackness in its place. Those blood red eyes, hatred exhibiting from them. Her pain on display, Cyra revealing herself, her skin of darkness.
Chains binding the soul, resolve feverishly pouring out. Crying in the depths of nothingness, agony tormenting. Pleasure existing in times of yore, seeking the nigh impossible. Pushing through the deepest of despair, opposing what is reason. Flying over to the devil, landing at his side. Gazing up at her, witnessing those monstrous velvet eyes. Sympathy not within them, hatred only residing. Sorrow, painfulness far within. Malevolence thickening from her, those memories never leaving. Even so, a way in ending this nightmare, a path in moving onward.
"Good thing you are dead, otherwise that could have been messy." She pleasantly speaks.
Emotions of fleetingness, smiling in times of yore. Unlikeliness in the meeting of two, pleasantry within the presence of one another. Feelings growing over the passing time, words never reaching. A night of dreadfulness, incomparable agony. Unable in resisting another, desperation coming at hand. Reaching for the nigh impossible, grasping the faintest light. Those trembling eyes of the demon upon the young woman, her claw high in the air. His shaking vision, fear gripping him. Incapability of escaping her, those eyes of the halfbreed upon him, hatred deep inside of her.
"With this...I bury you eternally in my memories..."
A heart of painfulness, a body of filth. Torment throughout the years, none hearing her crying. Loneliness inside of the abyss, wishing for an alternative to that distressing night. Striking down at him, grabbing his head with her claw. Loudly screaming out, her intensifying grip. His body tearing away from the inside out, that maiden devouring his life with each passing moment. Slowly fading away, his body dematerializing, transforming into a floating crimson orb. Grasping the energy with her claw, crushing down on it. His soul flowing into the young woman, assimilating into her body.
Memories of distant days, emotions within a lock. Darkness throughout those years, seeking the smallest of light. Pain of indescribableness, a body not of her own. Frustration at her depths, cherishing her own. Yearning for freedom, desperation proceeding. Planning her steps, that heart seeking the endless sky. Malevolence slowly leaving her body, her complexion returning. That hair of gold, those crimson eyes of gentleness. Hope inside of them, her skin no longer of darkness, freeing once again. Turning her attention towards the door, her vision on Valor and Argent. Conflicting emotions of clearness within their eyes, uncertainty of the measure in taking. Gazing towards her old friend, faintly smiling.
"I can always count on you to be right there—"
Hearts once in the wind, soaring through the endless sky. Light of gentleness in times of yore, a flute drawing the attention of the one above. A meeting of unlikeliness, bliss in their venture. Hearts connecting, supporting the other throughout time. Parting of dreadfulness, a night never leaving her mind. Wondering of the alternative, shouting her soul. Frustration at her depths, incomparable pain, acceptance of the nigh impossible. Feelings of mutuality, another life of a possibility. Glancing back to where Ardin once has been, some sympathy in her eyes. Those feelings soon casting away, unforgivable actions of the past, enduring torturous events. A punishment of leniency, her heart of softness.
"—Farewell...forever stay in my memories, and nothing more..." She walks onward.
Torment throughout the years, loneliness inside of the abyss. Incapability of screaming out, tears of dreadfulness. A body of filth, experiences of horribleness. Holding onto the faintest of hope, that light within the abyss. Desperation coming at hand, reaching for the eternal sky. Sinking into the depths of oblivion, drowning in her sorrow, a thousand years of torment. Awakening once again, seeking her desire far within. Yearning in righting the wrong that has been done, wishing in living her time of most pleasure again. Treading through that flowery field, ease at last. Hearing those words, an illusion no less, this of enough. Burying her past, that heart steadily setting her conflicts to rest. Pushing onward, this of her way in going forward. No matter of the trial, that young woman forcing ahead. Embracing her corruption, even if it shall mean becoming the Bringer of Demise. That maiden exiting through the door, Valor and Argent bearing witness to this.
"Cyra!" Valor and Argent calling out.
"Apologies, I had to set a few things to rest." She faintly smiles at them.
Shattering tips, a voice screaming into an abyss of loneliness. Tides of harshness, indescribable agony. Torment never ending, hatred building at the depths. Sadness continuously existing, emotions of deepness. Secrets inside of the night, an occurrence constantly in mind. Yearning for times of yore, pain upon the heart. Inactions most frustrating, separation at hand. Shouting her soul, words meeting her attention. Gentleness of simpleness, feelings flowing free. Gazing upon her for a moment, happiness within her demeanor. Thinking on her message, that deity realizing on the reason. Closure within this occurrence, a temple capable of doing much. Memories of horridness, that old friend in awareness on her direction. One desiring in closing the past, gaining answers from times of yore.
"I see..." Valor faintly smiling, turning from her.
"Huh?" Argent looking towards them in confusion.
Freedom in the bliss of the wind, those once soaring in the sky of eternity. Blissfulness in the presence of the other, hearts of simplicity. Feelings over the passing time, words inside of a lock. Mutuality of emotions, frustration growing from it. Patiently waiting in times so long ago, that one retreating inside of his shell. Actions moving a bit forward, hastily fleeing. Innocence of childishness, timidness leading to injury. Cyra resting her vision upon Argent, that boy of uncertainty. An event for two, her will in having it remaining so. Turning her attention to Valor, that god glancing back to her. Smiling of warmness on the other, hearts connecting in this night of dreadfulness.
"Let us hurry onward." Cyra pleasantly speaks, walking away from the area.
"Okay?" Argent following behind.
"I wonder...would I have done the same...?" Valor pondering, following behind.
I suppose I am satisfied for now, having said what I meant that night. An illusion it has been, closure I needed. A life dictated by another force, feelings flowing free. Warmness from those words, incapability of staying, such is no life at all. I believe I have grown a bit more this night...having terminated Ardin, I can finally move further ahead. There are still regrets I deeply hold, but I know that now I can face whatever challenges lie ahead...
Hearts once in the endless wind, feelings flowing free. Emotions of pleasantries, companions of closeness. Unlikeliness of their meeting, appreciation in the possibility. Desiring times of the past, painfulness along the way. Treading within the farthest of abyss, that faintest light guiding the way. Further inside of the temple, a shrine in existence. Scriptures of the ancients spreading upon the walls, statues of worshippers lining around. A floating crystal at the center of the room, a place no less in defense of the gods. Secrets hiding away inside of its depths, an unimaginable horror. Within it all, a piece potentially granting one's deepest desire. Companions arriving, Cyra resting her vision onward. Stopping in her tracks, those with her doing the same. Eyes upon Alastor, that one residing in front of the crystal.
"F—Father...?!" Cyra uttering in shock, stepping away.
"You have come a long way, Cyra." Turning towards her, sternness of his vision in her direction.