These blissful occurrences, hearts in this madness, a body in the hands of potential foes. Infiltrating the home of the dragons, needing to claim it before Hades. Anya gazing at them, unable to understand the situation.
Her attention on her part in it, this confusing her. No matter, joy with her friends. Those few continuing onward, shortly entering the garden of the castle.
From the southern quarters, a pathway within the bushes opening. The Queen going first, scouting the area. Beauty in the night, the crimson light shining down.
Flowerbeds along the center, statues of Raphael and Lucia on opposite ends. Twin labyrinths, each carefully in design, extending in numerous directions. A fountain in the middle, the glistening water.
"Just be very careful." The dragon warning, glancing back.
The three nodding towards her, watching her take the lead. Trailing behind her, making their way through, finding themselves along a path. These impressive designs, the prince maintaining quite a place.
Bliss in the dusk, the refreshing breeze blowing through, alleviating some concerns. From afar, those few resting their eyes on the patrolling guards. Expecting this, more on the inside than the outside. The Queen looking over to a nearby direction, gesturing for the rest to follow.
"This way." The whispering woman.
Crouching a bit, moving towards bushes in a corner. Those three confusingly looking at the other, shortly returning it to the Queen. Following the dragon, witnessing her moving aside the object. A door from the shadows, a secluding path.
This impressive development, a way into the castle. Cyra folding her arms, her eyes on the lock. A defense in place, an alarm no doubt triggering from force. Facing the Queen, seeing a smile on the woman. Aster looking at her, scratching the side of his cheek.
"A lock is in place, and no doubt a security system." Cyra positioning her arms in a thinking posture.
Pleasant memories to the dragon, giggling a bit. This confusing those amongst her, these blissful emotions. Innocence in those times, the night truly a mysterious place. Horror around every corner, unlikely scenarios, the gripping past.
That bleeding moon high in the sky, its sorrow light shining down. Needing to recover the king's body from Raphael, demons growing stronger with each passing hour.
"Not to worry, I always kept the key in case I would return here one day." The Queen smiling back at them.
"And you specifically kept the key to the hidden door, why?" Aster gesturing his hand to her in disbelief.
An appropriate question, that woman leaving the dragons numerous years ago. Keeping the key, a part from those days. Facing the vampire, folding her arms. Displeasure in her eyes, the devil slightly looking away, scratching his cheek with his index finger.
Uneasily smiling, a personal topic no less. Distant memories from the past, joy in those times. Her defiant days, actions long ago, leaving behind her previous life.
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"Oh hush now. My choices are questionable, but I only did so because in my younger days, I always used to like sneaking around." Pouting at him.
A free heart, these familiar emotions to the young woman. Mysteries from her past, slowly unraveling it. Seeking freedom, embracing the bliss of the wind.
Those joyful days to the Queen, her interest not in her duties, her love for the vast open world. A sigh from the vampire, understanding her sentiments. Those turning few, their direction to the secret passage. The dragon taking out the key, its skull shape.
Kneeling to the door, inserting the object. Turning it, a clicking sound, that unlocking path. Shortly grabbing the handle, pulling open the way. The maiden walking ahead, looking below, a place degrading with age.
A pungent scent from the entrance, this area with little interference over the years. Her vision on their chance, a way directly into the castle. Her eyes setting on the Prince of Dragons, her steadily igniting soul.
The vampire moving ahead, his gaze on the mouldy walls. Smaller bones around the corners, webs on the walls. His uneasy vision, his accelerating heart rate. Slowly stepping away, a clever idea to the maiden's mind.
"Ssooo...whose first?" his hesitant voice.
The young woman standing aside, gesturing her hand to the passage. That vampire first looking to her in confusion, shortly trailing her hand. The sighing Queen, knowing the direction of the situation.
Two friends never letting up, embracing in simpleness. Anya's gaze on the two, a smile to her face, enjoying her time with them. This dreadful horror, pleasure existing in its terror. The powerfully growing night, the maiden having her reason.
"Age before beauty, so you first, Aster." Cyra faintly smiling, looking towards him.
A sounding alarm in his mind, the dark depressing pathway. Her nature slowly returning, revealing one hiding away in the deepest of shadows. A mischievous entity, his quickly beating chest.
Using some knowledge to her attention, pressing down on her target. This cautious vampire, a test subject for another. His weak heart, a cold chill running down his spine.
"Ummm..." Uneasily holding his hands to his chest.
Continuously looking to the entrance, shifting his gaze back to her. Hoping for a cruel joke, hesitantly trailing her actions. The young woman walking behind him, pressing her hands against his back, pushing him along. His desperately pounding chest, the passage coming closer.
A night no longer blissful, his increasing unease. That one from long ago never changing, playing on the fears deep within him. Emotions from the past slowly coming into reality, the maiden moving along the situation, nearing an answer.
"Come on now, be our shield." Cyra joyously moving him ahead.
Thinking back to numerous experiences, her way to string along events. A heart in the shadows, embracing one side. Two meeting long ago, sentiments leading them onward. That young woman enduring much over the years, falling many times.
Getting up stronger than before, bringing forward miracles. These few around them, the laughing princess, that sighing dragon. Aster's feet gluing to the ground, hastily shaking his head in refusal. The maiden forcing him closer, his resistance for naught.
"When did I go wrong in my life...?" whimpering from him.
"Around the time you met me." Proudness from her.
"Seems about right..." The devil glancing back, his humorless gaze on her.
Shortly before the entrance, his vision on the path below. Praying to himself, hoping for another outcome. Yearning for a miracle, only one able to do so. That young woman grasping the tiniest chance, turning it into an actuality.
Her unwavering heart, seeing her direction to its end. One from the past, her mischievous habits. These simple feelings, emotions at the depths. Cyra raising her foot, connecting it to his rear.
"Aaaaahh!!"
His widening eyes by the moment, falling down the stairs, hitting numerous platforms on the way below. That maiden standing there, folding her arms, her cold vision.
Her growing suspicion, lines between two old friends. Another test at hand, her awareness on the occurrence soon enough. The slightly flinching Queen, feeling sympathy for the vampire.
"Alright, let us follow." Cyra's calm voice, her hand on her waist.