—Present Time—
Cyra standing at the end of the hall, her memories from those distant days. Insecurities from the past, unleashing her rage on her old friend. An injury on the vampire, the same spot.
Drawing closer to a solution, his suspicious behavior from the beginning. A solitary entity, someone knowing too much about her. Her recent interactions being the most in a long time, steadily fitting together the evidence.
Her guiding emotions, these flowing sentiments. Answers surfacing in the night, two problems to deal with. Hades and Rose on one end, a suspicious companion on another.
"That assault would leave a wound that will not heal under normal circumstances, I made certain of that as his punishment. On top of that, he knows certain things that only Valor will know. How can this be...? Unless...—"
Aligning pieces, two having much in common, these unforgettable experiences. Trying to make sense of it, the reason for him going so far. Thinking back to the vampire's encrypting words, that person accepting the darkness in her, these emotions within her.
Shaking her head from left to right, little sense it is to conceal himself. This hatred deep inside, moments of extreme rage. That strange one at her side, her growing suspicion.
"—something is not right here..." Conflicting emotions gripping at Cyra.
Slowly aligning information, her growing unrest. These unsettling emotions within her, that maiden usually communicating with only one. A vampire knowing her old friend, a chance for some knowledge slipping.
That person fighting against Hades, his weak power. Noticing movements in her direction, shifting her attention ahead, her vision on Aster.
Mysteries in the shadows, steadily revealing questions. Wanting answers, needing to connect the points. Displeasure in her eyes, that one aware on the reason for her distress.
"Hey, you okay Cyra?" his gentle voice on her.
Placing a hand on her shoulder, that demon gazing at it. Shortly moving her attention to him, these conflicting sentiments inside of her. Looking away from him, unease coming from her. Pulling back from her, slightly looking down. The time not right, his actions making it harder on her.
That one from long ago returning with each passing hour, needing to conceal the truth in the shadows a bit longer. His paining heart, requiring her rise.
"I am well...apologies, I was distracted by something from my past. Is everything good ahead?" gripping her upper arm, her eyes on him.
"Yeah, but I sense a great force past the next room." Glancing behind, his sullen expression.
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Distant hearts, one moving further into the abyss. Another racing after her, yearning for her presence. Reaching for her, witnessing her sorrows.
His words catching her attention, an immense power in the direction ahead. Her drifting mind, this clouding her awareness. Positioning her arms in a thinking posture, carefully thinking on the situation.
Leading her comrades into this problem, her fault in it. Carrying that weight on her own, this unsettling energy around her. That one rising to her challenges, tackling those above herself.
"I see...leave this to me." Assuring him.
Her unsurprising words, this one carrying much on her shoulders. Her heart in bondage, her spirit shackling to the land. Sadness clawing away at her soul, those sounding emotions.
Seeing its true severity, a power crushing the worlds. His inactions leading to indescribable pain, a certain night constantly plaguing his mind. Continuously diving into darkness, screaming out to her.
Witnessing her returning resolve, the greatest threat to the worlds. These gripping sentiments, watching her descend into despair again. Keeping his promise to her, awaiting the day for her to face her sins.
"Why do you take so much upon yourself?" his uncertain voice.
Their meeting eyes, his question to her. One walking down her path, only making her way forward. Her feverish determination, pressing on through the harshest pain. That one from those distant days eternally going forward, refusing to remain in silence.
Her great sorrow, her rising emotions. Sinking into darkness, embracing corruption. Enduring many hardships, breaking through her challenges, taking the conflict to the domain of the gods.
"You lot should not have been caught up in my conflict. If anything were to happen to you all...I am not sure how I could ever live with myself..." Her disheartening tone.
Descending into sorrow, carrying heavy burdens. Her soft heart still remaining, pushing onward towards her goal. Steadily returning to the surface, connecting with a few.
These blissful sentiments, her eyes on him. His gentle hand on her cheek, feeling a familiar energy. His faint smile, this force reflecting from him. Strongly believing he is someone, her certainty not yet. Moving away his hand, his confusion towards her.
Turning from him, the vampire looking away. The time not right, his slight grin. That young woman drawing closer to her answer, slowly approaching one from the past.
"I know...my actions are questionable. However, we are friends, so do not take on the burden all on your own..." His hand behind his head.
Friends huh, then why conceal yourself?
A question on her mind, wondering on the reason. Racing through the night, clashing against her challenges. Seeking out her past, steadily remembering more.
Feeling her old friend nearby, his familiar energy wrapping around her. Those in this darkness, that vampire's bright presence bringing joy to despair.
Words within the dusk, an abomination of her existence. Hatred at her core, her strongly extending feelings. Her deep pain, concerning with one. Glancing back, her vision on Aster.
"You seem more troubled than lately though." His grim expression.
"Nothing."
Deep sentiments, her slowly returning memories. Days from her past, the darkest times of her life. Her pain throughout the years, the will to oppose forming within her.
Turning to him, moving him aside. Taking a moment, gazing into his vision. A young woman never stopping, always continuing onward. Forcing against her fate at birth, her feverish heart.
Forever reaching out her hand, proceeding to her deepest desire. Her eyes away from him, shortly walking onward. Facing in her direction, the vampire watching her head further into the castle, sorrow from him.
"Forgive me..." Gripping his arm, looking below.
Keeping a promise, awaiting her return. Lying for a thousand years, witnessing her slow return. His eager heart, his awareness on their eventual confrontation.
Someone never stopping, binding in a chain of tragedies. This slim light of hope, his determination to meet her line. Those few finding themselves in the Void of the Dragons, the endlessly extending darkness in this place.