—The Past Revisited 2000 Years Ago—
Vision of endlessness, those seeking the nigh impossible. Secrets hiding away within the void, that Tower of Eternity. Particles floating through, despair within the space. Madness befalling those entering, one of three reactor points. Seclusion of horribleness, one of worthiness in diving to the depths. A single wish of a possibility, a price in paying. A deity above all else resting in the pits, difficulty of the merit. Beating of the heart, an entity racing through. One of the land, a Tyrant within the void. Desperation from his eyes, that demon hastily moving towards Reynas. Feelings over the passing time, those coming so far. One of firmament, another from the earth. Differences of vastness, closeness of their bond. That goddess standing in front of a floating crystal of azure, malevolence surging in every direction. That Tyrant looking around, witnessing the energy directing at her.
"Reynas! There has to be another way!" Alastor desperately speaks.
Happiness over the years, a life of pleasantry. Memories of blissfulness, that wind of eternity. Scent of flowing flowers, a night of beauty. That full moon shining down upon the two, words meeting the other. Coming far, putting aside his former life, living a new one with her. Closing her eyes, painfulness of it. Aching of her heart, wishing for that alternative. Impossibility of it, shortly opening her vision. Glancing back, restraints binding the demon. Chains of the abyss, blackness surging through. Floating tiles all around, malice constantly circulating. That devil refusing in relenting, breaking those shackles. Screaming out for her, that woman facing in his direction, seeing his burning resolve.
"You and I both know that there is no cure for our daughter's condition." She depressingly states.
Those of differing realms, one of the land reaching for heights far above his standing. Stepping onto the domain of a goddess, a battle between two of greatness. Defeat coming to the demon, that Tyrant falling below. Her hand of guidance extending, grabbing hold of his own. Eyes meeting with the other, an unforgettable promise. Unlikeliness of their bond, a life between the two. Happiness for a bit, despair setting in. Cherishing his companion, shaking his head in refusal. Energy of purity slowly surrounding the goddess, that devil bearing witness to this development. His widening eyes, fear gripping his heart. Desperately holding on, unwillingness in accepting this.
"And you think giving yourself up to Eternity will save her?!"
Dreams of the past, meaningful words from the demon. Gentleness within coldness, that thawing heart revealing towards her. Closeness of the two, uncertainness at first. His echoing message, lives seeking freedom. Dancing in the bliss of the wind, adventures over the years. Everything steadily slipping out of his hands, that crystal reacting towards the desire of Reynas. A pure light emanating, the goddess facing the object. Holding her hand to her chest, lowering her head. Wanting in experiencing more, yearning in raising their child together. Joyfulness in his presence, knowing of his efforts. No matter so, wishing to save her daughter.
"I have to believe. It is a natural thing for a parent to do, and you know this." She sorrowfully speaks.
Times of yore, one once standing at heights far above numerous. A goddess gazing down at those below, one able in gaining her acknowledgement. Kindness within harshness, that heart of ice breaking free. Warmness with him, a demon giving up his role as a Tyrant. Even so, retaining his title upon her request. Resisting the influence of Eternity, moving faster towards her. Refusing in letting go, proceeding in his own way. Reason not of necessity, believing in another way. Forging a life with her, unwillingness in forfeiting it. Reaching for Reynas, desperation of his action, a powerful force blasting him away.
"Ugh...!"
Feelings of deepness, one once not believing in the possibility. Aiming for goals so high, pleasantry within littleness. Happiness within irrationality, yet reason existing as well. Skidding back upon his feet, resisting the impact. Uncertainness in his vision, fear gripping at his heart. One of closeness steadily slipping away, that brightening light. Smiling inside of his memories, her voice of softness. Encouraging, guiding him along the way. The heavy surrounding energy, searching for the smallest of light. Blackness swirling around divinity, unease from the situation.
"What is this...?" he unsettlingly states.
"The offering to Eternity has been accepted...you cannot do anything, Alastor." She softly responds, glancing back to him.
Platforms endlessly floating, distance of vastness. A void going onward, a legend of three points. A wish from the joining, other secrets hiding away. Equivalence of the answer, a way in saving her own. Shaking of the area, his beating heart. Standing there, uncertainty of his action. Nearness of one, unable in reaching. Slowly losing hope, refusing in relenting. Wind of freedom, those of differing realms. Blissfulness upon forming their life, joyfulness on the birth of their daughter. Turning towards him, that devil witnessing her tears. Her smiling face, his vision trailing a tear falling below. That drop hitting against the ground, a mesmerizing light encircling her. His trembling sight, Eternity steadily consuming her. Stardust rising into the air, experiences surging through him. Adventures throughout the years, words meeting the other. A life sharing between two, her happy expression.
"Dammit! Reynas!"
Pressure of immensity, shockwaves forcing through. Rubble rising, malice flowing. Divinity merging with the blackness, that area shaking even harder. Gripping the demon sword Lævateinn, racing forward. Frantically striking the barrier, malevolence thickening, repelling his assaults. Pressing onward, searching for any weakness. His fearful heart, this crushing influence. A deal in place, that tower seeking a life in equivalence. A family of three, pleasantry for a bit. Days going further back, strictness in her eyes, brightness in her smile. Going so far, stepping onto her domain. A choice shaping his life, her guiding hand stopping his fall. Believing in the tiniest of hope, bursting through the abyss, reaching for her.
"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.
Gods dictating the direction of numerous, an entity of highness descending to the land. Opposition at first, joyfulness over the passing time. A child of an abomination, none knowing of their daughter. A tower reflecting the images of the divine, reprehensibility of her action. An offer to her offspring, requirement of her life. That demon building his life over the years, one no longer a Tyrant, but remaining so in title. Protecting his family, bringing stories to his child, assisting his wife in her role. 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.
Her tearful voice, his vision upon her smile. His widening eyes, 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. One from the land rising to heights far above his own, confronting a goddess. Defeat for the first time, that devil falling below. Her hand of guidance reaching out, grabbing hold of his own. Opposition at first, respect of mutuality. Emotions over the passing days, nearness of actuality. Forging a life with one another, happiness for a bit.
Her voice of softness, that strictness at times. Her smile, words of the past. A moon of fullness shining down in a flowery field, everything fading. That goddess disappearing before his vision, stardust 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 ground, shattering the tiles around him, intensely vibrating the area.
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—Present Time—
A void going on without end, memories of horridness. The Tower of Eternity requiring a price, gods refusing in accepting those of differing realms. An abomination birthing from two, valuableness to her parents, dispensable to others. Floating platforms throughout, nothingness for miles. Alastor standing in an area of familiarity, gazing upon a certain spot. His wife once residing there, her final words echoing through him. Nightmares still haunting him, helplessness in those days. Remembering her rationality, trying to similarly view things. A reason not existing to his knowledge, none justifying tearing apart their family, none giving logicality in her losing her life. Sins of the past, continuously wishing for himself in her place. Times of yore, that Tyrant constantly wondering if such is his punishment. This continuing now, knowing of the illogicality of it. That goddess undeserving of her fate, his crimes of much more worth.
"She's just like you, carrying your will of reason. Though, she is also like me, being rebellious to the end. Heh, I know you would be proud of her—" he turns, looking ahead.
"—even I will have to face up to the wrongs I have done in my life. Though, first...I believe she should know why you disappeared so many years ago..."
A devil of the land, thriving for heights far above his own. Reputation shaking the bones of countless, souls crying in his presence. A feat capable of ascending his influence, his meeting with a goddess. Mixtures of emotions, those having common ground. Smallness of relatability leading to their bond, differences of vastness. That tormenting void, memories plaguing his mind. Her tears eternally engraving inside of him, desperation of the past. Agony of the heart, his daughter in resemblance to her mother, yet also portraying himself. Gazing onward, awaiting the arrival of the maiden. Distancing himself from his child for years, concerning for her safety. Having no choice but confronting her, sentiments of dreadfulness filling him.
Horror returning from those endless nightmares, painfulness of his action. Loneliness of terribleness, an abyss of blackness. Wandering in the darkness, unable in seeing a lighting path. Two of similarity, a father and daughter. Agony of deepness, incomparable sorrow. Hatred guiding their path, yet diverging directions. That young woman trying to maintain her heart of softness, facing her conflicts as herself. From the lowest reaches of the Tower of Eternity, those trio entering. Vision on the space, stardust floating along the void. Cyra holding her hand to her chest, an aching feeling shooting at her heart. An emotion of horribleness, wondering on the reason.
"You okay?" Argent looking to her in concern.
One born underneath the light of the crimson moon, agelessness of it. Daylight of pleasantry, darkness of horribleness. Horrid sentiments of deepness, mysteries hiding away inside of her past. That Tyrant revealing years later, points of connection. Direction towards one, a weapon capable of doing it. Unwillingness of her father in allowing enemies in approaching her, that halfbreed surpassing her trials. Wanting power, yearning for times of yore. Her deepest desire on the line, searching for the tiniest chance of success. That maiden looking around, stardust slowly circling the area. Negativity in every direction, malevolence crushing down at her. Differences within it, feeling as if there is another sin of greatness upon her.
"I wonder why...I feel guilt..." Her painful eyes resting onward.
Loneliness over the years, a voice within the farthest of blackness. Tides of harshness, resisting the reason of others. Terribleness of the past, mysteries residing in times of yore. Answers eluding her, seeking a conclusion. Meeting her mother in between the living and the dead, time not of rightness. Hesitation inside of her, dreadfulness gripping at her. Valor gazing upon his old friend, thinking for a bit, turning his attention to the void ahead. In awareness on the possibilities of the Tower of Eternity, assumptions towards her connection. Pain never leaving, terribleness of it.
"Guilt huh...well...the Tower of Eternity holds many secrets. Perhaps something happened here to indirectly affect your life." Valor positioning his arms in a thinking posture.
"I wonder if that is why father called me here..." She looks ahead to a light shining at the center of the area.
A family of three, bliss in those earlier times. A father bringing stories so far, his daughter curiously awaiting them. Her mother so caring, having her own in sharing. Venturing to places together, two cherishing an abomination. Everything steadily falling apart, despair setting in. Shattering tips, that child having in taking up arms. Loathing it, a contradiction towards herself. That father enduring the harshness of the worlds, trying to protect his daughter from multiple threats, including himself. Argent witnessing her distressing eyes, her posture more of tenseness. Wondering on her problem, Valor having an idea, another trial no less. Cyra walking ahead, that boy stepping forward in concern. The deity extending his arm, blocking the path of the child. Much confusion from the one of smallness, that god facing his attention to the boy, slowly shaking his head in refusal.
"She has to do this alone. Do not interfere, we are merely spectators here." Valor gently speaks.
"But...what if she needs help?" Argent looking towards her in unease.
Potential far inside, one awakening after numerous years. Hatred guiding her way, sorrow at her depths. Dreadfulness of deepness, pushing against tides of terribleness. Drowning in her sorrow, confronting trials. Lessons to her attention, facing reality as herself. Slimness of the chances, a threat of grandness on the way. Guilt inside of her, a stabbing pain at her heart. Another test in place, the Tower of Eternity leading her towards it. Valor looking in her direction, that young woman moving closer to the light. Intending in putting her troubles to rest, the End of Days hastily approaching. Facing up to the darkness deep in her past, her vision on the faintest of hope.
"Cyra has never been the type to rollover and die, she will be fine." Valor assuring him.
Tranquility so long ago, happiness for a moment, dreadfulness in the next. Guilt of deepness, uncertainty of the meaning. Memories of pleasantry and sadness, both reflecting to the present. Torment throughout the years, horridness branding on the soul. Meeting of unlikeliness, gratefulness of the occurrence. Agony of the heart, separation of painfulness. Yearning for an alternative, conflict in the way. Seeking answers of the past, steadily reaching it. Extending her hand, shortly stopping herself, wondering if it is really her wish in knowing. Far within, every part of her screaming out, wanting to turn away.
No matter so, unable in fleeing. Information of great importance within her presence, necessity of the knowledge. Shaking away her doubts, touching the light. Warmness if it, that energy enveloping her. That mystifying emotion, purity brightly shining, traveling high above. Moving to another part of the endless void, that maiden standing in a place of familiarity. A room from her older days as a child, her distressing eyes ahead. Standing in the corner, gazing upon her younger self laying in a bed. That one of smallness no more than an inch from her life slipping away, paleness of her complexion. Messiness of her hair, pain stabbing her.
"Mommy...?"
Light of gentleness shining in from the nearby window, the ceiling depicting adventures. Dressers resting numerous pictures, one enjoying the vastness of life. Her weakening voice, her fading resolve. Weakness in her approach, uncertainness of her time. Her vision on her mother, that comforting hand, her familiar smile. Remembering this well, this dreadful day. Purpose of elusiveness, wondering on the reason. Replaying a scene of horribleness, her quivering heart. Everything slipping away from this occurrence, her mother the light of their family.
"Mother..."
"Cyra, how are you feeling?" Reynas warmly smiling at her child.
"Same..."
Condition of terribleness, that girl suddenly falling ill. Her deteriorating health, a goddess incapable of doing anything. A child speaking in alleviating the concern, her mother knowing better. Graveness of the sickness, painfulness of it. Her own abilities unable in curing her, none capable of doing so. Fear at her depths, options running out. trying to keep it together, a solution in mind. That one of smallness needing in holding on, one final chance remaining. Wishing for an alternative, time no longer there. Moments remaining, enjoying the presence of her daughter.
"Don't worry, you will get better one day." She softly speaks.
"But...they say...my illness is not curable..." Cyra depressingly responds.
Illness of severity, a curse upon her child. An attack no less, her life hastily depleting. Another solution not of existence, willingness in doing what is necessary. Looking away for a moment, that goddess thinking for a bit. Some time of importance, requirement of her daughter in enduring. Happiness of a family of three, wishing for more. Agony at her depths, painfulness of the heart. Meeting with one of the land, her hand stopping his descent. Eyes connecting, ventures of vastness. Emotions over the passing time, forging a life together. Gazing at her daughter with eyes of warmness, acceptance of the answer.
"Do not listen to them Cyra, so long as you still breathe, you can come back from even the most hopeless of situations." Reynas assuring her.
Memories of blissfulness, smallness of the occurrence. Invaluableness of it, gratefulness for the moment. Unwillingness in allowing the passing of her own, wishing for another way. Time no longer inside of her hands, action of necessity. Sorrowfulness of the encounter, happiness no less. Cyra slightly looking away, shortly turning her attention to her mother. Believing in the words of the goddess, witnessing the entity turning from her. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, importance in resisting what is reason at times. A demon teaching the goddess this, a lesson of valuableness.