Pushing through the deepest of abyss, desires far within, wishing for the nigh impossible. Occurrences throughout time, a temple granting the wishes of those within its presence. Victims of the past, torment lingering inside of its depths. Agony incomparable, torturous experiences of life. Feelings inside of a lock, words flowing free, even if for a moment. Those giving into its temptation, its tantalizing offer. Easiness in it all, energy existing within the room. Uneasiness from Valor, something possibly awakening. Years it has been, activity still within actuality.

"Yeah, no one guarded this place here for a long time, it is puzzling how it is still operating like this." Valor folding his arms.

"This place feels really lonely..." Argent distantly states.

Hearts desiring for what is lingering at the depths, loneliness throughout the years. Voices echoing throughout the reaches of time, feelings within awareness. Looking around the room, that boy gazing upon the new inscriptions on the walls. Statues of the dreadful people, those reaching out, sounds never meeting another. Those succumbing to their desires, eternally slumbering. A place of sorrow, anguish of clarity. Emotions far inside, those yearning for what is residing deep within. Painfulness of awareness, numerous willing in going so far.

"You probably get the feeling from those who succumbed to their desires, it's a dreadful feeling." Valor slightly looking away.

"Yeah..." Argent agreeing.

Shattering tips, desperation coming at hand. Reaching for the nigh impossible, distressing emotions reflecting into reality. Grasping at one's desires, anguish eternally filling the void. Sorrow forever continuing onward, that maiden in awareness on this. Despite it all, that young woman forcing onward, trying to grasp what she is wishing for most. Making their way forward, finding a path leading deeper into the temple. Passing through the door, Cyra and Valor finding themselves in a recognizable field. Petals blowing in the wind, a night of familiarity. Those flowers reflecting to the vision of the young woman, dreadfulness of the crimson moon, its bleeding light shining down.

A night never leaving the awareness on that devil, eyes of sorrow. Words lingering within its depths, two parting so long ago. Frustration far inside, torturous experiences coming. That familiar breeze, breathing in that oxygen, her stomach churning. Her heart rate accelerating, that young woman resting her vision upon the deity. Valor walking onward, stopping a few feet ahead. His back facing her, that god looking up into the crimson moon, distantly gazing upon the floating orb. Two meeting in days so long ago, hearts basking in the bliss of the wind. Traveling throughout the worlds, a guiding hand towards the deity. Feelings growing over the passing time, one retreating into his shell, the other patiently waiting.

Time not of eternity, a final chance coming into play. That deity turning his attention away for a moment, soon glancing back to the devil. Remembering those eyes of her old friend, emotions of dreadfulness clawing away from far within her, desperately attempting in breaking free. Her vision upon him, trying to maintain her calmness. No matter so, those eyes of hers not lying. Sorrow protruding, agony incomparable. A heart yearning for the endless sky, one falling to the land, the other flying away. Frustration throughout the years, a voice incapable of reaching another. Holding her hand to her chest, slightly tilting her head, repeating that night so long ago. An action of familiarity, that deity turning his attention to the moon once again.

"We have known each other for five hundred years huh." A faint smile revealing upon his face.

Words eternally haunting, constantly echoing through her. Friendship for so long in those days, two tackling their challenges together. Both in awareness on the passing time, deciding in going at it together. Holding onto the smallest chance, yet words remaining inside of a lock. Torment following, years of torturous experiences. A body of filth, hatred at her depths. Two of differing times, one of innocence, the other of malice, both reflecting the devil of the present. Slightly looking down, wondering of her embracement in such. Deep down, wishing in reliving this night. Pondering of the alternative, an event continuously eating away at her.

"My, never really thought you the type to keep track of such things." She turns from him, folding her arms.

A hand of guidance in times so long ago, that smiling of brightness. Those meeting underneath a single tree, a grassy field extending for miles. Hearts of bliss, companions of closeness. A bond growing stronger over the passing time, weakness in their friendship. Even so, pleasure in those experiences. Glancing back to him, mimicking that fateful night. That smile of warmness coming to her face, embracing the gentle breeze, that familiar wind. Flowery petals flowing along, that coldness in awareness. Niceness in it all, even if distressing emotions are returning to the surface. Sorrow at her depths, such not eluding her, those feelings continuously rising, steadily revealing itself.

"Heh, well...how could I forget? I have had nothing but fun with you. Sure, we may have had our little spats now and then, but it was nothing ever serious." He shrugs.

Emotions flowing throughout time, bliss in the presence of the other. Traveling throughout the worlds, extending a hand towards one another. Simpleness in their actions, meaning even deeper. One once filling with love for the worlds, hatred manifesting at her depths. Bathing in malevolence, seeking a way back to her most pleasureful days. A night once again within her presence, emotions of uncertainty. Playing within its light once more, deeply wishing to know of an alternative. Teasingly smiling, turning from him, positioning her arms in a thinking posture. Those actions of normalcy, one loving in tormenting her old friend. Enjoyableness of the night, such not being so bad for a bit.

"And you were always in the wrong." She cleverly states.

A bond between two, those of closeness. No matter of the actions, companions embracing in the bliss of the other. Hearts soaring along in the wind, that time for landing coming soon enough. Dreadfulness in its awareness, yet trying to maintain those times. Those of differing realms, a drop of dew hitting the tranquility of a lake. Ripples forming, disrupting a balance. Even so, a most welcoming outcome. That deity turning towards her, protesting in an all too familiar stance. That childishness of his, incapability of resisting her temptation. Some things never changing about her old friend, his hands to his chest, that god stepping towards her.

"Me?! Jeez! You're impossible you crazy woman! If I didn't apologize, you'd just go on as if I didn't exist!" he stresses.

Friendship between two, experiences of normalcy. Hearts connecting, soaring alongside one another. Basking in the bliss of the wind, nearing the inevitable. Painfulness at the depths, tears far within. Even so, enjoying these simpler moments. Shattering tips, a night constantly connecting. That bleeding moon shining its light down upon the two, companions traveling the vast distance, opposing what is reason. Adventures of enjoyableness, that time for descending coming at hand. An illusion it may be, that young woman giggling, remembering those times of pleasantry. Valor resting his vision onward, her actions only serving in rattling him. That maiden never failing in the least, niceness in it all. Warmth existing in the deepest of abyss, hearts riding along as far as they can go.

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"Hehe, you are much too easy, Val." She turns towards him, brightly smiling.

Tormenting emotions, seeking times so long ago. Trials in place, a way towards her deepest desire. Agony incomparable, desperation coming at hand. Reaching for the nigh impossible, a way in ending her suffering. Forcing onward, grasping that faintest light. Release for a moment, returning in saving her own. Failure of the result, a thousand years of torture. Continuing onward, her own reason in pressing forward. This night once again within her awareness, living its dreadfulness once again. Slightly blushing, a sigh escaping the deity.

Her actions not surprising in the least, always having a way in progressing the situation. Mischievousness as usual, something more within her actions. Uniqueness in her, a trait differentiating her from the rest. Gentleness in her gaze upon him, that deity's own of similarity towards her. A bond throughout time, those of differing worlds. Friendship for so long, those days steadily slipping away. One patiently waiting, the other inside of his shell. Time running out, that joy fading by the moment. That young woman in awareness on what is to come, a certain question. An unchanging factor, yet hoping for another outcome.

"Now then...tell me what is on your mind." She softly urges.

Words of softness, painfulness at her depths. Grasping at any opportunity, hoping for the smallest of possibilities, embracing in the wind all around. That deity looking away from her, hesitation of familiarity. Years upon years of knowing each other, one remaining inside of his shell. Some hope in her eyes, that god facing away from her, slightly turning his attention below. Words inside of a lock, emotions at an unrest. Holding onto the faintest light, wishing for an alternative on this dreadful night. A chance there is, even if it is not much. Tension within, eyes fixating on the situation.

"What we share...it's not normal huh..." His voice extending some doubt.

One born underneath the light of the crimson moon, meeting another so dear. A bond of an abomination to numerous, a deity and devil. One from high above, another roaming the land. Differences bringing them together, irreplaceableness of the other. Years going by, their friendship growing stronger. Emotions at the depths, her unsettling heart. Remembering his response, a relationship not of normalcy. One transcending even time itself, a fairy tale no less. Faintly smiling, slightly looking down, holding her hands behind her back. Sometimes, it is nice in pursuing the nigh impossible.

"Far from it, but that has never stopped us before. It has always been our differences that brought us together, through good times and bad times." She softly assures him.

Reprehensibility of their bond, those resisting the reason of others. Never relenting, forcing onward. Differences uniting them, tackling their challenges together. A friendship of closeness, feelings over the passing time. Dreadfulness inside of the young woman, her unsettling breathing. Those petals flowing in the wind, that crimson moon. Horror slowly closing in, those distressing emotions steadily building within her. Wishing in screaming out, knowing it will do no good. Desiring another end, approaching this event once again. Indescribable feelings locking away, words desperately desiring freedom. Even if it is an illusion, perhaps in this one instance, things can go differently.

"Yeah...it's just...—" he shakes his head from left to right.

Her attention towards him, grimness in her expression. Agony upon her heart, emotions prolonging, grief lingering deep within her. Years going by, constantly waiting. That deity coming out of his shell, yet quickly retreating. Despite it all, hoping for another outcome. Foolishness in it all, even so, some times it is okay to be. In awareness on the outcome, that heart eternally in bondage. An illusion, one replicating events so long ago. Despair far within her, steadily rising to the surface. A companion of timidness, having his quirks. Happy-go-lucky he is, but shyness in the presence of another. Desiring in hearing certain words, agony gripping at her core. An event slowly unfolding, coldness engulfing her.

"—never-mind, it's nothing of importance." He turns from her, looking away.

Disappointment in her eyes, an event of expectance. One fleeing once more, another opportunity at a waste. Memories of the past, that maiden remembering it all too well. That smallest of hope, everything slipping through her hands. Frustration at her depths, agony most tormenting. Slightly looking away, some anger once again coming to the surface. Feelings of sincerity between two, even so, one of fearfulness. Years upon years, patiently waiting. Eyes of dreadfulness screaming out, yearning for something more. Her expression lightening, that devil continuing onward. Her vision on the ground, sorrow far within her eyes.

"Oh...well...I guess I should tell you this..." Her voice hesitating a bit.

A night of torment, that bleeding light upon the two. Petals flowing in the wind, coldness of the breeze. Frustration at her depths, the shifting in her tone. That deity turning in her direction, concern towards her. Those meeting in times of yore, a bond forming between them. Hearts basking in the bliss of freedom, soaring the endless distance. Traveling throughout the worlds, tackling their challenges together. Everything coming to an end, words never reaching. One hoping for another outcome, events of the same. That deity wondering on her troubles, frustration and sorrow expressing from her eyes. Her voice of hesitation, that young woman in awareness on the outcome.

"Tell me what?" he questions in some unease.

Painfulness of the past, a night eternally tormenting. Torturous experiences to come, wondering of an alternative. Standing within the light of the crimson moon, an event of recreation. Tears of familiarity slowly forming inside of her eyes, that deity looking onward, witnessing her hands shaking a bit. Slowly inhaling and exhaling, that maiden continuing down this nightmare. Her heart screaming out, one never hearing. Accepting this result, no matter of the agony. Those eyes meeting with the other, Valor seeing her distressing gaze, feelings remaining inside of a lock. A nightmare approaching its conclusion, agonizing it is.

"I have an arranged marriage..." She regrettably speaks.

Loathing those words, defeat at the hand of the Tyrant. This of her punishment, hoping for another way. That smallest chance, yet everything falling apart. Hostility inside of her home, unable in reaching one so far within the abyss. Sinking inside of it herself, tides drowning her. Inability in grabbing hold of the faintest light, despair clawing away at her soul. Those words meeting the god, Valor freezing in that moment, attempting to process the revelation of the news. Companions of closeness, meeting so long ago. His entire world crashing down, that young woman remembering the look in his eyes. This night continuously bringing sorrow, the wind growing colder. Stepping towards her, everything slowing down, trying to understand the situation at hand.

"An arranged marriage...?" he hesitantly verifies.

Repeating those words, noxious he is feeling. Surreal it is appearing, that message leaving his old friend. That devil slightly looking away, her trembling eyes. Dreadfulness continuously building, sorrow reaching to the surface. Her heart rate painfully accelerating, this night she loathes. An event continuously haunting her, one having in saying those words. Years upon years of traveling, wishing in leading her own path. Blissfulness in the presence of the other, an unlikely meeting between two. A flute drawing the attention of one high above, pleasantry towards one another. Adventures throughout the worlds, feelings growing over the passing time. Everything slipping through her hands, despising each moment.

"As you know, I am no ordinary demon. I am the daughter of the Demon Tyrant Alastor." She depressingly speaks, turning from him.

One from a higher birth in the world of the demons, a friendship of unlikeliness. That deity in awareness on her standing, a princess no less. Even so, those growing fond of each other over the numerous years. Feelings of fleetingness, yearning for the smallest chance. One moving away from her home, yet constantly under the vision of the Tyrant. Unable in escaping his influence, her only chance slipping out of her hands. That deity slowly stepping away, looking from left to right. Trying to find approval, much like a child, clearness in his unwillingness. Sickness in speaking that line again, her heart desiring for another end. This night of tragedy, pain gripping at the soul.

"I see...do you want to be wedded...?" he holds the back of his head, looking towards her.