Foolishness of gambling, conditions underway. Unable in going back, one most intimidating. Terribleness of the situation, a god willing in going the distance. An idea capable of gaining him freedom, a worthwhile chance. Diving into the ocean, descending far below. Frantically looking around, numerous fishes swimming by. Desperation within his eyes, countless passing by, none able in assisting him in his predicament. Visualizing those crimson eyes of brightness, the shifting into fury. Unimaginable punishment, his stomach churning with each moment.

"Me and my stupid gambling addiction. Okay...calm down...you just need to catch a large fish...can't be that hard, right?"

One steadily returning from the past, rising to the innumerable challenges. Doing so as herself, that smiling a bit more into reality. Two halves once whole, one of innocence, the other of malice. Gentleness within, ferociousness on the exterior. Softness in one moment, strictness within the next. Sides of admiration, a devil turning pain into power. None liking in residing on the wrong end of her fangs, that god no less amongst those lot. Holding the side of his head, thinking on a location for finding a large enough fish. Movements nearby, facing in the direction. His eyes widening, resting it upon a Great White Shark. That aquatic one of massiveness looking straight into his eyes, Valor blankly staring at it, shortly regaining some of his composure.

"Of course...my luck..." He thinks, the color fading from his face.

Grimness of fortune, a sea life of largeness. Tension all around, smaller ones racing away. A bet against a father, boredom leading to conflict. Going against the wish of his companion, a mess on his hands. At the park, some children running about. Birds soaring, animals scurrying along. Leaves of trees swaying in the wind, the moving waves. That father and son continuing their fishing, drawing in one after the next. Pressure of the situation, money on the line. Those incapable of controlling their urges, playing in this game of chance. Foolishness of it, yet normalcy of this.

"Come on Jimmy! Reel in a big one!" the father cheering.

Sentiments of fleetingness, lives of vastness. Changes over the passing time, connections to the past. A building block, points in relation. Some of horridness, others of pleasantry. Each of importance, scars lining the way. That father loudly sounding, urging for a larger catch. Jimmy continuously pulling in one after another, not disappointing. Hugeness in his efforts, results showing. That man folding his arms, glancing around, Valor nowhere in sight. Wondering if the god is going to make true to his word, one not seeming like a person who will go back on the deal. Ensuring for a massive catch, something of largeness capable of putting the deity to shame.

"Hmm...this is taking a long time. Am I being too nervous?" Argent questions Cyra.

Nothingness for a bit of time, the flowing breeze. Scent of freshness, some passing by. Grass moving along, dust blowing away. Longness since the last catch, that boy of disappointment. Life all around, unpredictable it is. The shifting day, that sun reflecting from the surface of the water. Placing a hand on the shoulder of the boy, Argent looking at her, witnessing her reassuring smile. Niceness of the activity, patience of necessity. Fortune in one moment, misfortune in the next. This no less part of the cycle, everyone having in going through this at some point.

"No, give it some time." Cyra assuring him.

Venturing the distance, living through both good and bad. Painfulness over the years, desiring times of blissfulness. A voice stifling for so long, finally breaking free. Relishing in these smaller experiences, that faintest light guiding her path. Wishing in holding on, opposing the reason of others. Spending her day with the boy, memories of her own so long ago. Argent quickly understanding, gazing onward. Far below the lake, Valor carrying the Great White Shark, numerous hooks within his line of sight. Swimming around, eventually finding the one of correctness.

"Now simply attach the hook to this damn thing, and my hide is safe...hopefully..." He uneasily thinks.

Extremity of efforts, desperation in avoiding punishment. An unintelligible gamble, that strictness in her voice ringing through him. An entity capable of kindness and harshness, one residing in a realm of lawlessness. Two of differing worlds, one of the heavens, another of the land. Argent feeling a tug, heaviness of the force. Struggling against it, resistance of immensity. Alarming it is, pulling against the influence. Largeness in handling, Cyra wondering on the type of fish residing within these parts, her vision on the ripples of massiveness.

"Aah!"

Those seeking the endless sky, walking within the deepest of abyss. Drowning in sorrow, that faintest of chance within view. Light inside of the darkness, a heart holding onto those words. Embracing in activities of simplicity, occurrences no less of expectance. Immediately grabbing Argent, holding him in place. A catch of sizableness, that boy sighing in relief. Reassurance in not falling into the depths below, unsettling it is. Vastness of the realms, surprises around every corner. Days of yore of the goal, happiness during her ventures in those times.

"Now just reel it in." Cyra softly encouraging.

"Okay!" he excitingly speaks.

A heart once of colorfulness, emotions of pleasantry. Soaring along the wind, wings spreading afar. Smiling of brightness, worlds once within her palms. Everything slipping through her fingers, corruption brewing at her depths. Torture over the years, unable in enduring, reaching for the smallest of light. Resisting the reason of another, that resolve reflecting to the present. That father and Jimmy looking to Argent, witnessing the gigantic ripples, uneasiness growing within the man. Ill fortune for so long, that boy possibly nabbing one of largeness. Hoping for no more than an object, his intensifying pressure.

"It must be a big one..." He thinks.

Shackling down, a voice incapable of reaching. Anger at her core, that heart of softness. Meeting one of a bar, a ghoul of closeness. Jobs keeping her afloat, searching for an entity of firmament. Uncertainty of her memories, confronting the past. Painfulness within, yearning in fleeing. Pushing onward, battling against her old friend. Release from her torment, a moment of happiness, death taking her once more. Continuously parting, one returning even stronger. Fishing of the pastime, setting those worries to rest at the time of currentness. A god going far in covering his tracks, shortly returning more to his displeasure. Sighing in relief, that maiden confusingly looking towards him. Drenching in water from head to toe, wondering of his situation.

"Why are you wet?" Cyra questions.

Shenanigans of greatness, desperation of the situation. One of two sides, gentleness and strictness. A devil of strangeness, one despising the battlefield. Potential hiding away, that entity refusing in using it for so long. Horridness over the years, her dream slipping out of her hands. Helplessness in times of yore, longing in breaking free. Planning in place, an opportunity at hand. Resolve feverishly igniting, one rising for a moment. Sinking into the abyss, walking in its depths. That young woman standing before the deity once again, trying to connect the event. Naturalness of a question, Valor glancing towards his left, shortly doing the same to his right. Returning his attention forward, facing the halfbreed, uneasily smiling. That maiden and boy gazing at him, awaiting an explanation for his condition.

"Ah...kid sprayed me with a water hose...ya know, kids, haha? They do stupid things." He awkwardly laughs.

"Okay...?" Cyra and Argent looking to each other in confusion.

Tranquility of the wind, the refreshing scent. Two of closeness, one of the heavens, another of the land. Meeting in days of the past, a tree uniting them. That hand of guidance, smiling of brightness. Anger filling the one of the earth, joyfulness going away. Seeking it once again, unwilling in relenting. Resting for a bit, enjoying in pastime activities. Questioning her companion, possibility of the situation, children of mischievousness. That maiden and boy continuing onward, seeing the head of the shark revealing to the surface. Those passing by, their vision on the shark. A catch of notableness, details escaping them. Shockingness of it, Jimmy and his father speechlessly bearing witness to this.

"Woah! A shark!" Argent excitingly speaks.

Bondage of the heart, chains binding her wings. Vision on the vastness of the sky, yearning for it once more. Breaking free, ascending above. Shakiness of her condition, wind of harshness. Unable in maintaining her distance, falling below. Sinking into the depths, landing so far. Incapability of getting out, loneliness in her venture. A great wrong, dearness of her own. Giving a boy another chance, fishing with him. Assisting the small one in reeling in the animal, suspiciousness of her vision. Something not of rightness, that shark no longer of the living. Details of necessity, a creature residing at a lake. One never liking the battlefield, her talents existing elsewhere. An eye of sharpness, a devil capable in putting together the finest of clues.

One of largeness outside of its habitat, several options of a possibility. Valor pointing at the father, proudly laughing. That man frustratingly holding the railing, the boy gazing at his father, soon returning his attention to the god. A sigh shortly escaping the man, accepting his defeat. A game of chance, those rolling the dice. None able in predicting the outcome, this no less part of the excitement. Loss and victory, those capable in embracing the result. Disappointment of the outcome, yet okay with it. Walking up to Cyra, that maiden piecing together the events. Standing on her knee, carefully noting the condition of the shark. Life no longer within it, an animal far from its location of usualness. Sense of littleness, positioning her arms in a thinking posture, fitting together the details.

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"Excuse me, you must be the wife." He calmly speaks.

Shattering tips, pushing onward. Wishing for an ending, torment never ceasing. Tears spilling in the void, loneliness over the years. Treading within its blackness, that faintest light guiding her way. Resting of necessity, a reprieve away from her troubles. Her vision straight ahead, confusion of the situation. Looking up to the man, that deity slightly flinching, unsettling this is. Planning of complexity, everything steadily falling apart. Winning without confrontation, in awareness on the sharpness of his companion. One immediately putting together the clues, suspiciousness of the catch.

"Wife?" she stands from the ground.

"Okay...coulda played along ya know..." Valor thinking, his stomach churning.

"Oh? Well, I'm very impressed by his son here who fished up such a magnificent beast. So I will concede, and will pay the fair wager." He folds his arms.

"Crap..." Valor thinking, losing hope.

A gamble of foolishness, one wishing in quelling his boredom. A father and son fishing, his words sparking unnecessary conflict. Money on the line, a price in place for the largest fish. Desperately trying to rigthe game, his hide on the line. That maiden gazing upon the shark, her eyes soon on the lake. Events making sense, the death of the animal, Valor drenching in water. Her attention in her companion's direction, fury within her vision. Hastily turning, freezing in place. Feeling the coldness of her glare, quickly praying, hoping for the best.

"Ahem, mind explaining a thing or two, dear?" annoyance in her tone.

Closeness of two, those once venturing far together. Soaring along, wings spreading afar. Worlds of vastness, wind of freedom. Excitement throughout the years, learning of the other over the passing time. A god having a terrible habit, that young woman setting the rules. Softness and strictness, both in combination. Tenderness in one moment, harshness within the next. That heart of the god skipping a beat, seriousness in her voice. Hesitantly turning to her, that devil standing face to face with him. Displeasure of clearness, his will slowly breaking from her glare of iciness.

"Um...well...funny story that is...—" he holds up his right index finger, uneasily smiling.

"—What did I specifically tell you?" she strictly interrupts.

An entity reflecting from times of yore, a devil reaching into actuality. Clashing against tides of harshness, her hand extending, attempting in maintaining herself. Two halves once whole, one of innocence, the other of malice. Putting together the pieces of herself, trials of her path. Corruption branding upon her soul, that young woman still remaining. Flinching at her tone, his reaction like a child. Stepping back, slightly looking away. That father and son gazing at one another, uncertainty of the situation. Argent propping his arms behind his head, waiting for the ending of the punishment.

"Do not gamble...?" he slightly whimpers.

"And what did you do?" she questions, folding her arms.

"Um..."

Freeness of the wind, memories eternally engraving. Wishing in forgetting, enduring the painfulness. Pushing onward, turning that agony into power. Stressfulness of the events, a weapon of the gods on the way. Slimness of the chances, uncertainty of victory. A reprieve from her troubles, fishing of the pastime. A god going against her wish, his reluctance in answering brewing some more anger. Raising her right hand, that deity bearing witness to this. Quickly trying to think of a solution, that halfbreed grabbing his ear, ringing it hard. An intense stinging sensation rushing through, one not having delays.

"Argh! I'M SORRY!!!" he flails around

"This is...normal, sir." Argent glancing to Jimmy's father.

"Okay...?" the father looking on, uncertainness on his commentary.

Times of the past, one coming to his aid. A companion having his back, paying off his debt. Laying down the rules, forbidding gambling. An addictive habit, one turning the most respectable into a mess. That hand of guidance still in existence, continuously steering her old friend in a direction of betterment. Incapability of doing so herself, a devil losing everything. Her heart of softness still remaining, serving as an example. Valor shortly holding his ear, a tear to his eye. Trying to recover, his vision ahead. That maiden making her way to the father, soon standing before the man.

"I do apologize. There is no need to pay anything out of this childish game." She places her hand upon her waist.

Divisiveness of the game, sickness of it. Those going far, committing actions of atrocity. Loathing in taking up arms, standing her ground against pursuers of her companion. Her voice piercing through them, numerous freezing from her tone. Fairness in the wager, many more no less on the way. Paying out the difference, everything settling. Sentiments of those days, lecturing the deity. Displeasure inside of her eyes, no less disciplining the man in front of her. Calming a bit, her reassuring gaze. Surprising it is to Jimmy's father, unable in understanding why anyone will be passing up a payday. Strangeness of the devil, one steadily returning into actuality.

"Right...but are you sure? It was a fair bet." He holds the back of his head with his left hand.

"Hardly..." Cyra thinking, glancing to Valor.

"Yes, I am positive." She smiles at him.

Softness in the presence of harshness, conflicting elements in combination. Blackness of her soul, passion of her heart. Unquenchable resolve, unwillingness in staying silent. Forcing against the tides of horridness, stifling it is. Vision on the destination, that faintest light. Selfishness of her path, leading others down a direction of betterment. News most relieving, that father thanking her. A decision of foolishness, one learning from this experience. Shortly returning to fishing with his son, both in a mood of pleasantry. Happiness within sorrow, a realm of lawlessness. Those seeing heights far above their own, even in the simplest of ways. Some of admiration, others of reprehensibleness.

"Um...sis...did Valor capture a Great White, and kill it to escape punishment?" Argent looking up to her.

"Yes, you would be surprised on what he will do to cover up his blunders." She sighs, holding the side of her head a bit in agony.

An entity remaining the same, childishness through those days. Brightness from him, excitableness forever existing. Extremity of his actions, diving far below. Finding an animal of sizableness, his one chance in saving his hide. Misfortune befalling him, that maiden coming upon the information. Punishment at hand, strictness in her voice. Leading him through her order, that god disobeying. Two halves of a whole, innocence and malice, both reflecting the devil of the present. Calming herself for a bit, unsurprising of the situation. In awareness on her companion, a deity relishing in the moment. Accepting this about him, a goofball incapable of growing up.

"Now, Valor." Cyra turning towards him.

Those of differing realms, a devil and god. Meeting in times of yore, a bond extending throughout time. Unchanging it is, words residing at the depths. Two desiring the same, one going so far. Staining her soul in corruption, yearning for days of the past. Maintaining herself, guiding those around her. That deity resting his vision on her, his posture of a child after disciplinary methods. Not wishing in escalating things, hoping for calmness. Wanting events returning to normalcy, knowing his lecture is not at an end, lowering his head.

"Um...yeah...?"

"Do you not think this was a bit extreme to try and gain the approval of a child?" she questions, folding her arms.

Those deciding for a reprieve, a young woman growing closer to the boy. Bonding of closeness, those like siblings. Having another chance, mending that wound a bit. Wishing in finding her own, taking it step by step. A competitive deity, one desiring in getting even. Aloneness of the day, an idea coming to his mind. Gambling against her preference, a string of events coming. Thinking for a bit, gentleness within actuality. Propping his arms behind his head, moving back. Her companion capable of quickly bouncing back. A trait of betterment, that happy-go-lucky child at heart of a person.

"I'll be honest with you...your definition of extreme, and mine of extreme are kinda far apart." He smiles at her.

Fleetingness of happiness, wind once of freedom. Emotions of tranquility, conflict of littleness. A curse of a birth, a crimson moon never leaving in her presence. Loathing the battlefield, strangeness of it. Those of the realm of lawlessness, battles driving them onward. Years going by, releasing potential hiding away. Emotions no longer willing in stifling, hatred bursting out. A sigh escaping her, shaking her head in disbelief. This much of agreement, those defining extremity differently. An adventure continuously with him, that old friend keeping her on her toes.

"Why don't we all just fish together sis?" Argent suggesting.

"That is a wonderful idea, Argent." Cyra smiling at him.

Changing time, those playing within its game. Unable in going against it, resisting its reason. Waves of similarity, surroundings altering. History connecting the path, emotions forever residing. Opposing the rationality of others, another picking up the torch. Desires continuously existing, a common point of relatability. Embracing in simpleness, that boy returning a smile. Events back to normalcy, the day still of youngness. That maiden walking up to Valor, proudness of her expression. Preparing himself, the young woman leaning in towards him.

"Face it Val, I am the favorite here." Cyra haughtily rising, pointing to herself.

Closeness of a bond, a friendship reaching far back. Meeting underneath a tree, those of differing realms. Pleasantry within their experiences, those times still reflecting to the present. Wrongs in righting, torment throughout the years. A mother residing in the body of her daughter, a deity constantly at her side. Continuously separating, meeting numerous times. This moment of niceness, the deity refusing in giving in, that devil tormenting him. Holding his hands to his chest, stepping forward, his resolve harshly burning. Never able in beating her at her own games, wishing in settling the score.

"This means war..." Valor speaks in determination.

"Oh? Is that so? Anytime, anywhere, I will take you down." She winks at him.

Colorfulness of the heart, feelings of blissfulness. Words never reaching in times of yore, meaning behind them. Venturing through the worlds, approaching the ending of the dream. Refusing in leaving it at that, holding on. Time running out, a night of dreadfulness. A final chance, frustration at her depths. That one unable in moving, accepting it, holding onto hope. Walking away from the other, torture over the years. Unwillingness in staying silent, shouting her soul. Events lining the way, those two meeting once more. Relishing in the presence of the other, that devil selfishly pursuing her path. Teasingly turning from him, shortly heading off. That god following behind, trying to hold his composure. Littleness of the effort, Argent laughing, trailing along, witnessing Cyra riling up Valor. That maiden continuously escalating the situation, the deity constantly falling into her innumerable traps.

It felt nice, to have a normal outing for once. This will probably be the last time we can just have fun like this. Though, even if it is, these new memories are ones I will always treasure...