Turmoil of normalcy, difficulty of life. Those in awareness on it, embracing joyfulness for a bit. Differences most horrifying, yet beauty within its presence. Stepping within the shadows, emerging in satisfaction. Days of yore, warmness with another. Closeness over the years, a new adventure coming with their child. Yearning for more, that illness hastily reaching its conclusion. Reynas lowering her head, bearing a burden of terribleness. Hope remaining, that smallest of light. A place capable to turn to, a way in saving her own. Revealing the birth of her child, even if it is an eternity of conflict upon Cyra.
"Mommy? Where are you going?" Cyra curiously questions.
"Mommy found a way to make you better, she just wanted you to know that before going to get the medicine." She smiles back at the small one.
Irrationality and rationality, two realities far from one another. No matter so, both existing within the same plain. One of highness, the other of the land. A demon aiming for heights far above his standing, his actions of appreciation to a goddess. Horribleness of his past, that one turning around his life. Both giving up a bit, creating something worthwhile. Experiences of happiness, challenges over the years. Their child of the connecting point, one containing them both. Resting her vision on her mother, a mixture of excitement and disbelief filling the girl. Incurableness of her illness from the best of doctors, her mother finding an answer. Wondering about it, joyfulness in joining her family again in their many activities.
"Really?" Cyra speaks, a smile coming to her face.
"Really, just you wait now." Reynas assuring her.
Reynas slightly looking away, her grieving expression. A solution within her grasp, painfulness of it. Hardness in facing the one of smallness, her quivering heart. Their daughter born underneath the light of the crimson moon, rejection from the start. A symbol constantly reminding of an atrocity, hiding her existence from those above. Moving past it, trying to think of positivity. Invaluableness of her child, those wanting a life of betterment for her. Challenges along the way, desperation of the option now. A sky of endlessness, wishing for another in embracing it.
"Okay..."
Emotions throughout the reaches of time, messages forever engraving. A night of horridness, that devil remembering this well. A child within her bed, final words towards her mother. Witnessing the goddess walking further away, that girl awaiting the return of her mother. Happiness in that moment, an illness hastily approaching the ending of her lifespan. Light in the deepest of darkness, hope of falseness, yet actions of reasonability. That dimension distorting, the maiden standing in the void. Turning to Valor and Argent, both enduring the events of her past. Wishing in keeping it inside of her, seeking an answer herself.
"She never returned that day..." Cyra looking away with a heart of heaviness.
Points of reaction, each holding secrets of their own. Painfulness within their embrace, answers resting within them. Horribleness in times of yore, a life falling apart. Her mother of the connecting point, that light to both her father and herself. Connections so long ago, meaning of a night of terribleness. Agony gripping at the heart, that halfbreed facing another energy of purity. This dreadful times in her life, everything beginning in declining from those days. Memories most tormenting, yearning in fleeing. Necessity in moving towards it, an answer before her.
"Sis..."
"I am well, Argent." She walks onward.
"Did she really...?" Valor distantly turning away his vision.
Loneliness within blackness, a father falling from greatness. A bond fading, two of distantness. That daughter trying to reach him, sinking in the depths herself. One from highness descending, meeting another of the land. Her hand of gentleness guiding him, friendship over the years. Closeness between the two, a repeating story. Gazing upon the pure light, feeling the warmth of it, but also sorrow. Hesitating in continuing onward, shortly shaking her head from left to right. Importance in revisiting the past, the maiden touching the energy.
That area brightening around her, teleporting her to a different room. Darkness all around, familiarity of it. Standing in a corner, trailing her surroundings. Her vision soon resting on her younger self sitting on the bed within her room, patiently awaiting her mother's return. Excitement inside of the one of smallness, her illness no more. That door opening, the girl looking in the direction, her smiling shifting to confusion. Her father residing there, his head hanging low. Wondering on the reason for his despair, an experience unlike him.
"Daddy?" she props her head in confusion.
"Hey, Cyra." He fabricates a smile towards her.
His tone of grimness, strangeness of it to her. Normally referring to her as 'princess,' a difference in his approach. A problem no less, that child in awareness. An occurrence of severity, this to her realization. That young woman bearing witness to this, her aching heart. Remembering these emotions, understanding it better. Reason for her mother staying silent, points of connection. That girl noticing something amiss, her mother normally with her father. Two of closeness, inseparable of the duo. A bond of nearness, a few situations calling for one or the other. Those informing her beforehand, unease from the one of littleness. Running up to her father, wishing for answers.
"Daddy? Where is, mommy?" she questions.
"This night..." Cyra distantly looking on.
Quietness of the area, loneliness of it. Unsettling of the feeling, that sorrow in the eyes of her father. Unforgettableness of it, none cherishing her mother more than himself. A shining light bringing blissfulness, adventures of deepness. Gazing upon his daughter, witnessing the confusion in her eyes. Hardness in explaining the situation, her mother never returning home. Slowly inhaling and exhaling, uncertainness inside the eyes of the child. His gentle hand upon her head, his action catching her attention. trying to breaksome news of terribleness, that girl in awareness on the gesture. Preparing herself for the worst, her heart of uneasiness.
"Your mommy has gone...to a better place now." He struggles to speak.
"Huh? Gone?"
Words leaving the Tyrant, incapability of rationalizing it. A night of horridness, painfulness gripping at the core of the young woman. Never able in forgetting, a chain of reactions stemming from this occurrence. Dreadfulness stabbing at her, incomparable agony. Difficulty in breaking the situation, that girl unable in understanding his message. A mother no longer there, wondering on her location. Hoping for her coming back, believing it is not so bad. Bearing witness to the expression of her father, horribleness of the outcome. Those remaining suffering, bondage of the heart.
"Yeah...your mommy had to leave us." Tears building from his eyes.
"Why? Daddy? Why are you crying?" her hands touching his face.
Times of the past, events dancing throughout the night. Words of gentleness from her mother, a solution making her better. Wishing for her presence, a grieving Tyrant. Trying his best, resisting the reason of another. Closeness of the two, a third entering into their reality. An abomination of a child, this not mattering. Parents cherishing their daughter, embracing in their happiness. Unable to comprehend those tears shedding from her father, her mother not returning. A connection to his sorrow, information hitting like an avalanche. Questions lingering inside of her, wanting to know.
"I will tell you when you are older, just know your mommy made you all better." He slightly looks away.
Remembering his words, that Tyrant never telling her. Constantly avoiding the subject, sinking further into the abyss. Forcing her in taking up arms, that devil despising it. Her soft heart, unwillingness in harming another. Shifting of perspective, deepness of pain. Loathing the battlefield, necessity in silencing her threats. A desire far within, following the faintest light. Facing actuality as herself, shouting her soul. Betterment of the one of smallness, sickness, agony, other symptoms no longer exhibiting from her. Wishing in making up for their missing time, a desire having to go without fulfillment.
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"Will mommy ever comeback?" she questions with sadness in her voice.
"Probably not...it was your daddy's fault after all. I am so sorry..." He hangs his head low, a tear hitting against the ground.
Death barring those from the living, that maiden in awareness on this. Meeting her mother in between the living and the dead, blissfulness within her presence. Questions at her depths, that time in gaining answers. Days of the past, that child wondering on the meaning. A father never doing anything in harming her mother, two of nearness. Blaming himself, remembering this night well. Her father trying to explain, difficulty of it. That dimension distorting, the young woman finding herself in the void of endlessness. Lowering her head, that night leading to a chain reaction of misfortune.
"This was what you meant mother...for the longest while I had an idea, foolishness in holding onto hope in those days. I understand now...what you meant by bringing him back..." Cyra distantly holding her hand to her chest.
"Your mother...she..." Sadness overcoming Argent.
"I know...equivalent exchange...a life for a life. Hah...how ironic really..." A painful smile expressing from Cyra.
A decision of similarity, a mother wishing for the survival of her own. Naturalness of it, willingness of equivalence. Sorrowful times, horribleness underneath the tyranny of a demon. A mother cherishing her daughter, a way in gaining her freedom. Death releasing her, one of smallness following. A moment of freedom, returning below. Desiring to save her own, failure of the result. That deity looking away, in awareness on the reason for the events. An existence for another, valuableness of it, weight of the same of necessity. Her mother giving up her time, allowing Cyra in continuing onward.
"The Tower of Eternity will grant your deepest desire. Yours no doubt would be to know what happened to your mother." Valor distantly speaks.
"How come it doesn't affect us?" Argent questions Valor.
"Not sure, it's as if a certain force specifically wants to show her something." Valor positioning his arms in a thinking posture.
Events of yore, one wishing to know the reason for her mother no longer coming home. That one in between the living and the dead, refusing in speaking. Time revealing actuality, this much of her words. Painfulness at the moment, clarity unraveling within Eternity. Glancing back to her old friend, thinking on his message for a bit. Sensibleness of it, a tower showing her past. Possibility of someone intending for this, an idea no less. Gazing ahead to a light of warmness, that energy becoming brighter. Grimness of it, necessity in knowing.
"I think I know what this one will be about..." Cyra walking onward, her heart in bondage.
"Sis..." Argent looking on, unable in doing anything more.
Certainty of the occurrence, that deity turning away his vision. Truth of the past, seeking an answer for years. Unwillingness of her mother in speaking, that god wishing in assisting. Incapability of performing, Cyra having facing it, importance in gaining answers deep in those days. Touching the light once again, that energy expanding, enveloping her. That tower transferring her towards another memory, one not of her own. Standing there, witnessing her father repeatedly striking the barrier, trying to save her mother. Reynas steadily fading away, that maiden's vision widening in devastation.
"You cannot defy the will of the gods, Alastor. It is a miracle that they will accept this offering, even if I am of divine blood, our child is an abomination. Please, stop fighting." She faintly smiles.
"How can you ask that of me?!" he yells, tears coming to his eyes.
Times of the past, mysteries revealing to the awareness on those of currentness. His painful voice, one willing in defying the gods. An abomination of two, none knowing of her. An entity of highness, another of the land. Both cherishing the other, feelings flowing free. Reprehensibility of her action, a tower reflecting images of divinity. Hearing his pleading voice, a demon trying to hold his family together. A life over the years, that maiden processing the event. Staking his blade into the ground, desperately pounding the barrier with both of his fists. Powerful shockwaves exerting, his effort of no avail. Hastily looking around, searching for any item of worth. A void of nothingness for miles, that demon lowering his head. His quivering heart, those fists aggravatingly shaking.
"She still has a father, and even though I will be gone. Will I truly be?" she brightly smiles at him.
Words of softness, her mother's guidance. Hearing the tearful voice of her father, that demon slowly falling to his knees. His hands trailing along the barrier, witnessing his wife fading into stardust. Years upon years of togetherness, differences leading to their bond. Understanding his bond with the goddess, painfulness of familiarity. Capability in forging a life, his happiness slipping out his hands. Emotions over the passing time, nearness of actuality. Happiness for a bit, an event of dreadfulness.
Pounding the barrier, hitting it with the demon sword. That weapon crying out, unable in breaking her free. Stardust filling the area, the goddess vanishing before his vision. That energy illuminating the void of endlessness, stillness coming to the area. His twitching eyes, devastation of the experience. Lowering himself, clawing the ground. Raising his head, loudly screaming. Frustration of deepness, incomparable agony. Unable in reaching, loneliness of the abyss. Pounding the land, shattering the tiles around him, intensely vibrating the area.
"If only I was stronger...some Tyrant I am...I can't even save anyone...!"
One of the land ascending to heights far above his own, meeting another of the highest of heavens. Seeking heights far above his standing, defeat coming to him. Her hand of guidance stopping his descent, a bond between those of differences. Emotions growing over the passing time, happiness for a bit. Incomparable agony entering his life, wishing for more strength. Aggravatingly pounding the ground, tears flowing out. Those older days, his reprehensible actions. Him deserving the punishment, wondering of the reason for her suffering. Senselessness of it, thinking on her logic. Unreasonableness of it, nothing of reasonability from her demise.
"Father..." Cyra looking on with depressing eyes.
"Dammit, Reynas! Just how am I supposed to tell our daughter her mother is never coming home?!"
Weight of greatness upon him, a mother trading her life. Desiring her daughter in living, equivalence of necessity. Painfulness of it, those remaining suffering. A Tyrant cherishing her, inability in stopping Eternity. Limitations of his power, dreadfulness inside of him. Gazing ahead, expecting an answer. That goddess constantly guiding him whenever he is requiring of it, one having in figuring it out this time. Quietness of the void, his grieving eyes thickening more. Lowering his head, slowly rising to his feet. Resting his vision where his wife once resides, despair of clarity from his vision, his fists frustratingly shaking.
"Power is meaningless without reason huh...is that what you were trying to tell me? Is that why I was unable to break down that barrier?"
Words echoing through, that strictness in her vision. That shifting to brightness, unable in understanding. One proceeding with reason, another paving his way with irrationality. Both building on the other, bringing out the best in one another. Loss most agonizing, reflecting on his actions. Vision on his hands, distressing it is. Unreasonableness of the Tyrant, wondering on the differences of being more rational. Possibility in saving one of nearness, his sins of grandness. Senselessness of it, that goddess undeserving of her end. Bond of powerfulness, his world crashing down.
"I—I can't accept this! If I had more power...I could have...!" he looks ahead with eyes of desperation.
Fleetingness of happiness, despair of deepness. One once seeking heights far above his standing, encountering a goddess of grandness. Sins of greatness on the Tyrant, defeat at the hands of highness. Her hand of guidance, eyes connecting to the other. Emotions of the passing time, adventures of vastness. Sharing a life of togetherness, a daughter entering into their reality. That devil cherishing the deity, unable in understanding the reason for her demise. One undeserving of it, his grieving heart. Falling to his knees once more, gazing at the ground, great sadness extending from his eyes. Punching the land, a tremor of powerfulness exerting. Raising his head, screaming out. His crying echoing through the endless void, helplessness of the situation. That maiden turning away, sorrow inside of her, enlightenment in existence. Answers finally within her grasp, witnessing who her father once has been.
I think I understand you a bit better now, father...
Hearts once on the wind, those embracing in the pleasure of the other. Differences uniting them, feelings uniting. Opposing the other at one point, meeting eye to eye. Venturing far, a promise between two. Simpleness of the occurrence, experiences of valuableness. That dimension distorting around Cyra, her aching heart. Coldness over the years, equivalence in saving the life of another. A demon wishing for another way, one incapable of reaching. Blackness entering into his life, one walking in the deepest of abyss. Losing his way, guidance not in his direction. Finding herself in a recognizable area, her vision ahead. Numerous energy circulating, her eyes on a certain person.
"There you are, Cyra."
Two encountering once more, that Tyrant residing in a most dreadful place. A goddess giving up her life, wishing for her daughter in seeing many more days. A desire of naturalness, a parent doing no less. Loving their child, painfulness of the decision. Time running out, desperation of the option. An abomination of a birth, yet valuableness to her mother and father. That Tyrant trying his best, resisting reason. Breaking through Eternity's challenges, forces of immensity. Unable in pushing, watching his wife fading away. Powerlessness of him, frustration of greatness. That one standing before him, his eyes of despair upon her. Gaining the truth at last, enlightenment far from it. Sorrowfulness of the moment, ignorance no less a possibility of blissfulness. Even so, living through agony in order to move ahead.
"Father..." Distantness of her.
I understand now...why my father had such a strict upbringing. No one cherished mother as much as he did, power being important in protecting what is dear. Both reason and irrationality is needed, that was what I was birthed from. Two who saw both the best and worst in life. Father...it is time to bury our conflict...for mother...