Feelings of pureness, turmoil throughout the years. Emotions of deepness, hatred at her depths. Resisting what is reason, forcing through. Yearning for times of yore, wondering of an alternative. A field of dreadfulness, that bleeding moon shining down upon her. Shouting her soul, frustration at her depths. A heart desiring the endless sky, painfulness of the past. Setting her troubles to rest, moving onward. Confronting her father, a weapon in direction to her. An unsettling situation, her resolve in pushing against it. Rising to the challenge, vision upon the faintest light. Glancing back to her old friend, that deity gazing at her. Witnessing her eyes, that young woman unwilling in backing down. Nonexistent the chances may be, this no less enough in grabbing onto the tiniest of hope. One continuously following his companion into the harshest of battles, regrets so long ago.

Argent looking in their direction, unable in contemplating the importance of this event, but knowing of something of graveness. Uncertainty of the threat, horrifying it is, yet safety he is experiencing. Those of differing worlds, one of firmament, the other of the land. An unlikely meeting of two, blissfulness of the occurrence. Traveling the worlds, closeness of their bond. Happiness of fleetingness, despair setting in. Two halves once whole, one of innocence, the other of malice, both reflecting that maiden of the present. Gazing towards her father, her vision brimming with hopefulness. A morrow of somberness of a possibility, that halfbreed continuing onward, breaking down one trial after the next. That daughter reminding him of himself, those younger days of reaching for the nigh impossible.

"—it matters not if this foe is infinitely stronger than I am. So long as there is a chance, I will grab onto it, and hold on tight. Tell me, is there any way to close this gap?" she speaks in much confidence.

A challenge of grandness, a foe far above her standing. Desperation at hand, clashing of morals. Selfishness guiding the way, that faintest light at the end of the abyss. Desiring times of blissfulness, opposing the reason of others. Treading within the deepest of blackness, shouting her soul. Embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, sinking into the darkness inside of her. Bleakness of the situation, one refusing in relenting. That Tyrant facing the crystal, distantly gazing upon it. In awareness that it is time in unraveling the past, dreadfulness never leaving him. Numerous years going by, information of necessity, a way in her gaining her own future. Events of necessity in knowing, relevance in her grasping her deepest desire.

"There is a way, meet me in the Tower of Eternity." He glances back to her.

Unease from the name, uncertainty of the reason. Deepness of her past, one trying to claw its way to the surface. Mysteries hiding away, yearning for answers. Unsettling emotions, those years within the shadows. One desiring the endless sky, wishing in soaring. Shakiness of it, wind of heaviness. Falling to the land, that one of firmament flying further away. Continuously returning, unable in getting her back above. Constantly leaving, years going by. Diving into the abyss, refusing in letting go, pulling her to the surface. Feelings throughout time, each connecting towards a certain event. Placing her hand upon her waist, those eyes more of seriousness.

"Hmm...very well, why there?" she suspiciously questions.

"You wish to know why your mother left, correct?" he turns towards her.

Days of yore, continuously clashing against her father. Desiring answers of the past, one never coming out. That mother never returning, her heart in shambles. Reason in actions, despair of deepness. Her father falling into the blackness within him, kindness going away. Loathing the battlefield, one constantly having her taking up arms. Her own way in going forward, trying to unravelthe secrets of the past. Standing silent, remembering her mother's words in the world of the dead. Time not of rightness, a connecting point to this moment of a possibility. Unease from the situation, everything steadily falling into place.

Standing in that grassy plain, her mother waiting at the base of the tree. That woman resting her vision in her daughter's direction, faintly smiling at the devil. That young woman walking onward, embracing the gentle feeling hitting against her. Even if it is but a somber morrow, even if the chances are minuscule, it certainly does not mean it is pointless. Hope of faintness, enough this is, one holding onto such for innumerable years. Torment upon the soul, agony gripping at the heart. One from the heavens, the other walking the earth. Those times of most pleasure, smiles existing instead of despair. That young woman standing in front of her mother, both faintly smiling at one another. A long time it has been, emotions rising to the surface. That woman in her older days, two finally spending some time together. A mother looking over her child, witnessing both the good and bad times in Cyra's life.

"I was a bit worried, but I guess I should not have been. You have always been a tough comer." She softly speaks.

Tiring it has been, resisting the harshness of the tides. One treading through the deepest of abyss, a heart constantly in pain, a soul yearning to soar. That one continuously rising, meeting the next challenge. Slightly looking away, that young woman thinking on her words. So much time it has been, many emotions she is wishing to speak. Questions weighing on her mind, memories of those distant days. A time of joy with her mother, such pleasure going away. Years upon years of seeking answers, yet no solution coming into place. That one well in awareness that her mother may be dead, but the other side of her hoping for another end. No matter so, here she is, in a realm between the living and the dead. Placing her hand upon her waist, that devil resting her eyes on the woman ahead.

"Why did you disappear so many years ago...?" Cyra sorrowfully looking at the woman.

That one question of most importance, the suddenness of it all. Her mother going away, a young one desiring for answers. A devil seeking a reason, that woman of clarity in her memories. Words branding upon the soul of the demon, the result of it of clearness. That mother of hers no longer of the living, those answers still residing inside of the past. That woman looking away, dread building inside of her, knowing well of the pain it is causing her daughter. Years within the past, a girl wishing to know what has become of her mother. Difficult it must have been, reaching for any sort of solution.

"The time is not right yet..." She depressingly states.

"Not right? I am at least owed this much mother..." Cyra taking a step forward.

Words deeply striking into the young woman, a paining heart, one finally having a chance. That time not of rightness, those eyes of her mother expressing grief. Emotions of deepness, events long ago slowly coming into play. Years of torment, one seeking release. Confusing this is to the devil, that woman resting her eyes upon her daughter. A child deserving of an explanation, a mother unable to do so. Nodding her head in refusal, Cyra's vision slightly widening, distressing her eyes are. Hanging her head low, desperately containing her feelings. Perhaps in the future that devil can learn of the truth, but certainly not now.

"In time you will know." She mildly assures Cyra.

A weapon in direction to one, minuscule of the chances. A heart refusing in relenting, opposing what is reason. Blackness consuming her, two of differing times. One of innocence, the other of malice, both reflecting a certain one of the present. Rising to innumerable challenges, shouting her soul. Information from times of distantness, everything steadily falling into place. Events coming together, knowledge of necessity reaching into the light. A foe of grandness, solutions residing in a place of torment. Despair at her depths, emotions feverishly igniting.

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"The answer you seek will be there." Alastor calmly speaks.

Fleetingness in times of yore, those endlessly soaring. Wings of healthiness, feelings of highness. An unlikely meeting between two, pleasantry over the passing time. Deepness of a bond, patience towards the one of firmament. Continuously in disappointment, frustration at her depths. Accepting his nature on a night of dreadfulness, torment throughout the years. Death of her solution, eventually returning. That faintest light guiding her path, solutions of the past. Gazing onward, witnessing a crimson pentagram below the feet of the Tyrant. Those companions fixating their vision on it, seeing it invoking. A light of redness stretching in each direction, that Tyrant instantly teleporting.

"You never change old man...I will be there soon..." She speaks from beneath her breath.

"He was...um...mysterious..." Argent tilting his head in confusion.

Conflict of eternity, one born underneath the light of the crimson moon. Feelings of simpleness, emotions of deepness. Hatred at her depths, one once filling with love. Two halves once whole, one of innocence, the other of malice, both reflecting a devil of the present. Despair of grandness, anger of greatness. Reuniting with her father, an unsettling warning. One of mystery, strangeness of the demon. Concealing the disappearance of her mother, that young woman able in understanding more. Pieces connecting, those times of the past slowly coming together.

"He has always been like that." Cyra distantly speaks.

"I see." Argent propping his arms behind his head.

Happiness in her youngest days, that father of lovingness. Smiling of brightness in times of yore, a trio once of togetherness. Everything falling apart, that mother going away, her father descending into despair. Vision on the blackness of the worlds, coldness sealing his heart. Trying his best, incapable of doing more. Words ringing through her, fighting against the harshness of life, her selfish desires possibly stronger. Valor facing the child, exchanges of betterment between adults. Questions weighing on his mind, wishing in discussing it alone with his old friend. Wondering of her horror in those years, his skin crawling, anger at his depths.

"Hey, Argent, can you give us some time alone?" Valor calmly questions.

Intruding upon happiness, separation of two of closeness. Despair at the core, hatred manifesting. Weakness in times of the past, power within a seal. Anger fueling her, holding onto the tiniest of chances. Hope inside of her child, yearning for a life of betterment for her. Days never leaving her, untrusting of others. A second home entering into her life, misfits becoming her family. Life of a bounty hunter, seeking out one of the past. Memories of messiness, that companion diving to the depths, reaching for her. Emotions of horridness, unable in forgetting times of dreadfulness. Residing within the Sunken Temple of Nirva, events surfacing. That child resting his vision upon the god, confusion expressing from him. Wondering on the reason, witnessing the seriousness in the deity's eyes. A matter most personal, littleness in its sensibility.

"Huh? Okay..."

Words so long ago, trying to believe within it. Disappointment at hand, two walking away. Dreadfulness throughout the years, torment never ending. Desperation at hand, breaking free of the shackles binding the soul. Emotions of deepness, agony of grandness. Incapability of coming forward, unsettlingness of the revelation. Those two witnessing Argent leaving the room, confusion inside of the child. Importance of the situation, wishing to know. Cyra in awareness on the direction, hoping for those events in remaining in the shadows. Facing the other, surprisingness not within the realm of consideration. Difficulty to bring this to his knowledge, lying for numerous years.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he questions, sorrow expressing from his voice.

Weakness in times of yore, power inside of a seal. Unable in grasping her desires, wings shackling to the land. Frustration at her depths, incomparable agony. A voice of loneliness, traveling in the deepest of abyss. Drowning in her despair, sinking further within. Life in dictation by another, continuously opposing. Memories of dreadfulness, hatred far within. Looking away, uncertainty in her starting point. Strifeness of deepness, desiring for those days in remaining inside of the blackness. Events surfacing, her life coming to light. Painfulness never truly going away, sadness continuously gripping at her.

"It did not concern you..." She bites the lower half of her lip.

Messages chillingly cold, words never leaving her. Resisting the influence of one, agony upon the body. Constantly opposing, searching for the faintest light. Hope within her daughter, a way towards the endless sky. Death of her solution, seeking a life of betterment for her child. Failure of the result, returning below. Power releasing, striking down her enemy. Trading of equivalence, an outcome of disappointment. A thousand years of torture, once again walking in an abyss of loneliness. Unable in accepting her answer, that deity gazing upon her. His closest friend for so long, concern on his end. Discovering of her abuser, hurting for many years. Actions of unspeakableness, emotions clashing inside of him. Containing his anger, in awareness on her suffering. Shaking his head in refusal, stepping back.

"Did not?! We traveled together for many years! Don't tell me it didn't concern me!" he raises his voice, sadness expressing deep within his eyes.

Naturalness of his response, one not accepting her answer. Agony of deepness, a body of filth. Enduring torturous experiences, continuously searching for the faintest light. Those once riding the endless wind, smiling of brightness. Squabbles of littleness, bond of closeness. Emotions of simpleness, words within a lock. Separation on a night of dreadfulness, torment never leaving. Facing away from him, holding the upper part of her arm with her right hand, lowering her head. This topic of difficulty, wishing for it in remaining inside of her. Sickening in stomaching, in awareness on eventually having in facing up to it. Unable to turn back, one way in going forward, that young woman moving onward.

"It is a demon's code. We fight for our freedom, I failed, and that was my punishment." She glances back to him, sadness extending from her voice.

"Don't give me that...you know I'd have come running if I had known what he was doing to you..." He responds, slightly looking away.

Reliableness of one of timidness, that deity constantly doing his best. A meeting of unlikeliness in days of yore, a flute drawing his attention. Wind within the mind, freshness of the breeze. Blades of grass flowing along, a single tree standing tall. Simplicity in their confrontation, smiling of brightness. A hand of guidance, two venturing the numerous worlds. Facing their challenges together, opposing the reason of others. Undeniabilty of his action of possibility, heaven and earth slowly moving away from the other so long ago. A bond steadily becoming a dream, painfulness in those memories, repercussions of his movements no less.

"I know..."

"Then why?" he questions in confusion, looking towards her.

"Why else? If you made any action, not only the heavens would come after you, but the demons as well." She responds, her expression lightening a bit.

Protectiveness of the other, words ringing through her. Unable to gain aid, enduring the her harsh life. Concerning for her companion, her constantly quivering heart. Pausing on her message, those days no doubt leading to such. Devils and the heavens no less opposing such, reprehensibility of friendship. Fruitlessness of efforts, innumerable enemies of a possibility. Influence of vastness, easier it will have been, a price in paying. Refusing to believe this no less, another choice of a chance. Those of closeness, dreadfulness of the situation.

"Or did you forget that only my father knew about our travels?" she glances back to him.

Those of differing realms, reprehensibility in nearness. Opposing lawfulness, venturing far with a devil. Secrecy inside of the past, feelings of simpleness. A Tyrant of watchfulness, allowing for her travels. Mistrusting of deities, hatred at his depths. Fearfulness for her safety, cruelness within reason. One loathing the battlefield, a heart of softness. That dream falling apart, everything slipping out of her hands. Understanding her rationality, yet unable in giving in. Earlier days inside of the past, wings soaring the vast distance. Suffering in their parting, coldness chillingly running down his spine. Seeking the nigh impossible, yearning for another reality.

"It would have been fine, there were many other worlds we could have gone to. Only a deity have the ability to leave a dimension as they please. I would have only had to deal with the gods coming after us, which really wouldn't have been much of a threat." He shrugs.

Response of expectance, always trying to doeverything. Earlier times of the past, happiness in those darkest days. Emotions of pleasantry returning to her memories, two venturing far. Unlikeliness of their meeting, a most welcoming outcome. Blissfulness in the presence of the other, fleetingness in their travels. A dream coming apart, that one of the land falling. A deity incapable of getting her back into the sky, dreadfulness throughout the years. A devil constantly looking on the realistic side, well in awareness on the ending results.

"Still playing that, 'I can do everything card', huh." She turns towards him.