—Present Time—

Times of yore, events never leaving. Memories scarring upon the mind, hostility within a home. A heart desiring its own way, restrictions upon it. Wings chaining down, power inside of a seal. Torment never ending, hatred growing. One once filling with love, feelings of illness coming into actuality. Sounds of birds high in the sky, gentle breeze blowing through. That warm sun shining down below, the air of cleanliness, dreadful emotions carrying within it. Deep in the woods, Cyra and Valor standing before the other. Resting his vision upon her, seeing malevolence emanating from her body. Distant his eyes are upon her, wondering what is becoming of her.

Feeling this darkness, staggering it is. Emotions throughout the years, loneliness inside of the abyss. A voice screaming out, none ever hearing. Two of differing times, one of innocence, the other of malice. Both reflecting of a certain one so long ago, that smile no longer of sincerity. Turning from him, slightly looking away. In awareness on his disapproval, this path she is choosing. No matter so, that companion continuing in following her. Chasing after her in that endless darkness, trying to reach her. Wishing to bring her back, seeking those events of the past once again, desires forever on hold.

"Cyra...whatever hatred you are feeling, it will consume you. Old friend, why have you chosen this path?" he distantly questions.

Closing her eyes, remembering those painful times. Days of happiness, emotions eternally crying out in agony. An ill fate continuously grabbing at her, that will in resisting its reason. Pushing beyond, reaching out her hand. That faintest light constantly eluding her, diving deeper into the abyss. Forcing against the tides, drowning in her despair. Words within a lock, one retreating inside of his shell. Frustration within, thinking on the alternative. Hatred brewing over the years, helplessness in days so long ago. A body of filth, falling time and time and again. Returning stronger, shouting her soul. Turning towards the deity, her expression of sternness upon him.

"The real question is...why?" she sharply questions.

Pausing for a bit, seeing those eyes of hers. Disappointment coming from her, that deity looking away, slightly hanging his head low. In awareness on what she is meaning, words never reaching. A night of sorrow, that crimson light shining down. Wind forever hitting against them, hearts quivering, events eternally haunting. One not answering, that young woman facing her attention away, expecting no less. Biting her lower lip in some frustration, years going by, yet that companion retreating. That time not aligning, accepting his timidness. Faintly smiling, turning from him. That deity gazing upon her, Cyra placing her hand upon her waist. Malevolence thickening from her, feeling her pressure immensely crushing down on him.

"I will do whatever is necessary to fulfill those desires, our desires. What we want, they are the same, correct?" she glances back to him.

Birds soaring along, blades of grass flowing in the wind. Smaller animals scurrying around, emotions flowing out. Thinking for a moment, those years of the past. Both sharing a similar mindset, even so, wondering of its worth. That person slipping away, sinking into the depths of despair. Releasing her in days of the past, a bond never of the same between them. That god constantly blaming himself, his old friend needing him most. Freezing in those times, uncertainty on his movement. Hiding within his shell, two walking away from the other. Feeling disgust with himself in times so long ago, another chance coming about. Extending his hand, trying to grab hold once more, unwilling in letting go this time.

"Indeed, no matter your decision...I will support it. Though, please...—" he places a hand upon her shoulder.

Sorrow in his voice, Cyra slightly looking down. Painfulness upon him, witnessing her in such a state. More so for herself, actions in opposition to who she is. No matter so, seeking out power, those days of helplessness. Agony incomparable, hatred manifesting. Emotions of illness, despair deep inside of her. Her soul forever crying out, wings yearning for the eternal sky. Torment never ending, trials in place. A way in grasping those desires far within, the deepest one lingering at the depths. Pressing onward, refusing in giving in. Opposing the reason of others, unleashing potential long hiding away.

"—do not lose yourself." He gently speaks.

Embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, corruption plaguing her. Darkness consuming her, holding onto those words. Maintenance of herself, even if her path is a somber one. Treading through the farthest of abyss, her old friend continuously searching, seeking a time of reuniting once more. Two from differing worlds, one of the high heavens, the other walking the land. Bliss over the years, that devil remaining on the earth, despair setting in. The other flying away, returning below, witnessing her change over the passing time. Turning in his direction, holding her hand to her chest. Malevolence lessening around her, Valor feeling her pressure decreasing. Warmly smiling at the other, both nodding in assurance.

Emotions deep inside, hearts desiring for the eternal wind. Those of differing realms, an unlikely meeting between them. Joy over the years, smiling of brightness. Reality setting in, that night of torture. Walking away from the other, sorrow engulfing the one of the earth. Hatred manifesting at her depths, drowning in an abyss of loneliness. That soul shouting, none ever hearing. Desperation coming at hand, a way in ending her torment. Grasping the smallest chance, success for a moment. Failure of equivalence, a thousand years of torture. Feelings never leaving, her path towards those times of pleasure. Loathing the battlefield, pressing onward. Turning from him, Valor lowering his arms. Her heart in bondage, those restraints slowly coming undone. Diving further into despair, that deity always trying to reach her, a friend of admiration.

"Come now, we cannot leave Argent any longer." Cyra glancing back to Valor.

"Heh, right." He walks up to her side.

Times of yore, hostility inside of her home. Leaving that place, yet never able in escaping the Tyrant. Continuously returning to him, hoping for that father of her olden days. Descending deeper into his sorrow, drowning in it. Vision on the harshness of the worlds, incapability of happiness. A demon once of proudness, a loving father so long ago. Everything falling apart, forcing those beliefs onto her. No matter so, her heart desperately maintaining itself. Companions looking towards the other, eyes of familiarity upon one another. Incapability of consoling her in days of the past, that maiden continuously residing there for him. Intending in righting his wrong, that hand unable in reaching in her time of most need. Constantly regretting his inactions, fixating on making amends. Gesturing her head onward, that friend still at her side.

"Let us go." She walks ahead.

Words of familiarity, her voice resonating within him. Even in those older days, always being a guide. No matter of her distance, that one willing in following. Pushing through the deepest of despair, that deity continuing behind. Desiring times of yore, hoping for those pleasureful experiences to become a reality once again. Seeking the endless sky, that one of the land taking flight once more. Wings of shakiness, wind of harshness. Resisting the reason of others, that soul shouting out. Powerlessness inside of the past, anger brewing at her depths. A body of filth, wishing for more strength, power within a seal. Events never fading, two of differing times. One of innocence, the other of malice, both reflecting that young woman of the present.

"Right..." He follows behind her.

Even if I fall into despair, he will always try to reach me. That is simply who he is, no matter how far he must tread, he will continue to move. This malevolence burning from me, the path I have chosen. This hand of illness that continues to try and knock me down, I will not relent. Not this time...this time...our desires will become a reality...

Forcing against the harshness of the tides, sinking into the depths. That companion diving even further, screaming out to her. His voice reaching her, that hand grabbing hold of her own. Pulling her out for a moment, bliss between them. A parting coming soon enough, yet death not releasing her from her torment. Returning once more, a way in making her deepest desire into a reality. Embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, corruption consuming her. Within the camp, Argent standing by a tree. That child resting his vision on the vast blue sky, the flowing breeze hitting the blades of grass. Smaller animals running by him, a land more of a battlefield. Patiently awaiting for the return of the god and maiden, contemplating relying on them. Everyone having a life of their own, a strange experience it is. Those willing in lifting him up when he is down, wishing to repay their kindness one day.

Sky of endlessness, wondering of his parents. Death of many mysteries, souls trapping in limbo. Hoping for a place of betterment for them, a realm of lawlessness continuously taking. An attack coming into his life, unable in saying farewell, that heart paining within. Voices sounding from a distance, that boy looking in the direction, those old friends engaging in quite a conversation. Uncertainty of their bond, two of closeness. Painfulness of the past, smaller events bringing them together. A boy of loneliness, meeting a most unlikely duo. Simpleness in these experiences, but one of appreciation. Those companions turning their attention to Argent, Valor raising his hand to the boy, smiling at him. Timidness coming over him, that child stepping away, nervously returning the gesture. Both walking up to the boy, Argent standing there, his vision upon them in confusion. Slightly tilting his head, wondering of their idea in mind. That maiden kneeling to the small one, those eyes of the child meeting with her own.

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"Apologies for the wait, was everything okay?" she softly questions.

Actions of reprehensibility, one slightly older than her own. No longer able in returning to his family, even so, those willing in extending a hand. Gentleness in a realm of lawlessness, painfulness of manageability. Loss of normalcy, a sickening game of the NetherWorld. Slightly looking down, that child nodding in assurance. Valor resting his vision upon the maiden, motherly instincts it may be. One not of her own, treating the boy of similarity. Faintly smiling, that deity in awareness on her dread. Incapability of saving her own, trying so hard, failure coming about.

"Well, okay. We will be stopping here for a short rest, I will ready something to consume." She places a gentle hand upon his head.

Pieces of the past, a heart once filling with love. Hatred consuming it, anger rising to the surface. Powerless in times of yore, strength inside of a seal. Unable in claiming her freedom, desperation coming at hand. Cherishing her child, having a solution in mind. Reaching for the faintest light, forcing onward. Death releasing her, yet this not of an ending to her misery. Returning once more, a path paving towards her deepest desire. Shyly facing his attention below, that child nodding in agreement. Cyra's vision towards Valor, the god shrugging at her. Both faintly smiling, soon laughing. Confusing it is to the boy, tilting his head, wondering on the hilariousness of the situation. Some time passing, Argent standing next to Cyra, his vision on the boiling pot of water. Warm the fire is, a bit uncomfortable along with the shining sun.

Facing his attention to Cyra, that young woman preparing some rice on a makeshift counter. Pain branding on the soul, anger brewing at her depths. Gentleness of the past, violence of the present. Two of differing times, one of innocence, the other of malice. Both similarly reflecting, a heart desiring power. Helplessness so long ago, reason in opposing. No matter so, trying to maintain herself, finding herself once again caring for a small one. That child turning, resting his vision on Valor from afar. Fruits and other ingredients stacking to his neck, that maiden looking back, witnessing him coming into view. Always going overboard, a soul of kindness, that old friend struggling with balancing himself.

"Aah...!"

One from high above, another walking the land. Those of differing races, yet simpleness bringing them together so long ago. That deity remaining the same, the devil changing. Even so, their bond holding strong. Seeking times of yore, desires one and the same. Feelings inside of a lock, words never reaching. Frustration on a dreadful night, both walking away from the other. Sinking into the pit of despair, drowning in the farthest of abyss. A voice screaming out, none ever hearing. Years going by, that companion diving to the depths, extending his hand to her. That god swaying from left to right, hopping from one direction to the next. Argent holding his hand a bit forward, concern in his eyes, wondering if the god is requiring assistance. That halfbreed covering her mouth a bit, giggling at the sight. Standing before the young woman, Valor trying to balance those many ingredients.

"Hehe, you clown." She pleasantly speaks.

"Haha, told ya I got it." He joyously responds.

Thoughtfulness of the past, one constantly doing the best he can. Simplicity in their experiences, pleasure in the presence of the other. Hearts desiring times so long ago, a bond transcending throughout time. Holding her hand to her cheek, a sigh escaping her. Relief coming from her, that companion going the extra mile. Concern in his efforts, his heart of kindness. Never requesting assistance, that maiden wishing he will do so. Worrying in days of yore, years going by, that old friend changing a bit. Blissfulness in embracing these smaller moments again, emotions flowing.

"Perhaps I concern myself too much. It seems in the years I was gone, you have grown even more responsible." She brightly smiles.

Slightly looking away in some embarrassment, that deity learning much over the passing time. Regret far within, two parting in a field of flowers. That crimson light shining down in those days, words inside of a lock. Trying to maintainwho he is, growing more responsible. Childish at heart he is, one maturing a bit. Placing the ingredients on the makeshift counter, that halfbreed turning towards it. Argent resting his eyes upon the duo, observing the deity and devil. A situation of complexity, something not feeling right. That maiden glancing back to Valor, her vision of gentleness.

"Why don't you take Argent out for a bit? I am certain boys around his age likes bugs or something, lunch will not be ready for a while." Cyra softly speaks.

Shattering tips, emotions inside of days of yore. Happiness going away, torment setting in. A child coming into her life, never wishing for one. No less cherishing her own, that faintest light in days of the past. Loathing the father of the small one, another much more fitting for the role. Agony throughout those days, desperation coming at hand. Reaching for the tiniest of chances, grabbing hold of the smallest of light. Releasing herself from her torture, a moment it has been. Those feelings carrying throughout time, that young woman taking care of a young boy. Valor resting his vision upon the child, holding his hand to his chin, thinking on the situation. That small one curiously gazing up at the peculiar god, that deity looking in the direction of his old friend. In awareness on the appearance of the situation, never agreeing to any of this. Numerous fine prints existing with the maiden, learning much over the years.

"And suddenly I'm some random kid's father...I never signed up for this." His humorless gaze upon her.

Companions for so long, both learning of the other quite well. Emotions of simpleness, two venturing through the worlds. Pleasure in the presence of the other, facing their challenges together. Parting on a dreadful night, regret eating away at the depths. Time going by, those friends meeting once again. Desires sharing between them, purity in their feelings. A deity of childishness, that young woman expecting no less. Turning towards him, dissatisfaction extending in his direction. Those eyes of hers, one knowing it quite well, incapability of hiding.

"Just do it." She firmly states, slightly glaring at him.

Sweat coldly running down the side of his face, that deity stepping away. Adjusting himself for a moment, one possibly becoming the father of a random kid. Everything happening so quickly, naturalness in expecting this. That glare of his old friend, concerning it is. His heart rate hastily beating, an effort between two. Times so long ago, companions in the presence of the other. Unable in acting anymore, frustration at the depths. Unhappiness within the life of the devil, anger brewing at her depths. Release coming at hand, years going by. Torment never ending, seeking the faintest light once again. A way in returning to her most pleasureful days, two sharing desires of similarity. A reprieve for the moment, that young woman wishing for him to spend some time with the boy.

"O—okay! But...because I wanna do it, not because you sorta...threatened me..." He turns away, scratching his cheek with his index finger.

Sighing in frustration, that halfbreed steadily shaking her head from left to right. Strictness still within her presence, those times of the past. A deity much like a child, that companion continuously putting up with his habits. Even so, both having their quirks. Differences bringing them together, feelings of purity in days of yore. Argent resting his vision upon Valor, soon turning his attention to Cyra. Messages in-between their actions, uncertainty on the deeper meaning. Hearts once of bliss, those emotions carrying throughout time. Free in the direction of the other, words inside of a lock. Two constantly back and forth, difficulty in decrypting their words.

"Yo kid, you wanna go explore?" Valor questions, facing towards Argent.

That boy looking at the deity, stepping away in some alarm. Frontal the god is, Valor waving at the child, Argent immediately hiding behind the devil. Those eyes of the small one in direction to the person ahead, gazing at the young man as if he is a complete stranger. Memories so long ago, emotions continuously within. Agony scarring upon the soul, wings yearning to soar. One once a mother, despising her life. No matter so, cherishing her daughter. Desperation coming at hand, a solution in ending her torment. Those days of torture, her child barely holding her together. Sheltering behind the devil, that heart of gentleness.

"Come on kid! I saved ya you know..." Gesturing his hands to the boy in disbelief.

Positioning her index finger to her cheek, that deity in awareness on her posture. That smile on her face, a shiver running down his spine. Those earlier days, a devil constantly pushing ahead of the game. That deity incapable of seeing half of her plans, continuously hitting him first. Feelings of purity, her mischievous habits still remaining. A heart trying to maintain itself, hatred at its depths. Even so, those actions of the past returning for a bit. Memories of blissfulness, happiness of fabrication in times of the present. No matter so, pushing onward in this game of chance. Embracing the smaller moments, that guiding light towards her deepest desire.

"Face it, Val. I am the favorite here." Cyra teasing.

Slightly blushing, that deity facing the maiden, pointing at her in determination. A possibility there is, in beating her at her own game. Slim the chances are, resolve in persisting. One constantly pushing onward, continuously a step ahead. Days so long ago, events returning to memory. Companions of closeness, a devil getting the upper hand. Torment within her life, difficulty in pushing aside those horrid events. No matter so, these smaller moments reaching into actuality. A deity remaining of pleasantry, childishness reflecting to the surface.

"O—oh no! You are not gonna one-up me this time!" he yells.

One of excitableness, refusing in growing up. This of a charm itself, his happy-go-lucky nature, someone constantly pushing the extra mile. Those earlier days of the past, heaven and earth meeting in times of yore. A chance in existence so long ago, that opportunity going away. A night of remembrance, that crimson light continuously within their memory. Parting of dreadfulness, companions walking away from one another. One returning above, the other falling to the land. Torturous experiences, that heart of softness desperately trying to maintain itself. Hatred brewing at the depths, years going by, that devil forcing onward towards her deepest desire.

"Yo kid, come on, we can find all sorts of things in this place. Even a dog! Well...more specifically a wolf...it barks...that's the important part." He gestures his hands to Argent.

That small one tilting his head in confusion, wondering on the deity's aim. Resting his vision towards Cyra, that maiden laughing. Pleasantry in these experiences, pain settling for a bit. No less, happiness never truly being there. No matter so, reminding her a bit of her earlier days. Smiling once of brightness, laughter of sincerity. Emotions flowing freely in the presence of the other, one patiently waiting in times of yore. Disappointment meeting her on a certain night, a companion retreating into his shell. Painfulness unable in leaving, that heart seeking the nigh impossible.

"Gimme five minutes..." Valor speaks, walking away in frustration.

Cyra and Argent looking towards the other, confusion expressing from the boy. That young woman faintly smiling, shrugging at him. Childishness at heart, missing this about her companion. Years constantly within her, clenching her chest in the shadows. Frustration at her depths, powerlessness of the past. Two of differing times, one once filling with love for the worlds, the other engulfing in hatred. Desiring days so long ago, forcing onward. That boy resting his vision upon Valor, witnessing the deity moving further away, a strange one the god is.