A devil long ago, someone clashing against the mightiest beings. An individual once filling with love, hatred eventually consuming her. The young woman refusing to remain in silence, a person feverishly reaching for her deepest desire.
A god betting on her possibility, wanting to see her again. Running after her in the dark abyss, screaming out to her. Valor standing behind his companion, the maiden glancing back to him.
Folding her arms, displeasure from her eyes. Seeking him out for hours, worrying about him. Withstanding her injuries, pushing onward in the madness.
"I am waiting." Her sharp voice.
A solitary entity, someone conversing mainly with one. Her low trust in others, those torturous years branding in her. The night drawing her back to the surface, that bleeding moon acknowledging her presence.
Valor slightly looking away, understanding her anger. The young woman searching through the dusk, gathering the tiniest clues. Fitting together the parts, trying to find him.
"Sorry...you know I wouldn't do this unless I really had to..." His sad eyes to her.
One from the past slowly returning, steadily taking her stand at the top once more. A person breaking through her limits, ascending even higher. A deity's willingness to unleash true horror, wishing to meet a valuable friend again.
His promise to her, this selfish wish in him. A demon able to bring forward miracles, his desire to fulfill her deepest wish. The god walking to her side, seating himself next to her.
"You holding up okay...?" his gentle voice to her.
"I could be better...even with the energy stored in Reviver, I feel my power slowly draining..." The maiden calming a bit.
"Just a moment."
Turning her attention to him, seeing her old friend placing his hand over Reviver. Three in the abyss, their presence on the platform of memories. The Seraph nodding in agreement to Valor, shining her warmth.
A gold light emitting, the crying staff. Merging its power with her, the maiden's injuries slowly going away. Her eyes on her hands, her agony fading by the moment.
One taking on great challenges in her weak state, never relenting to the conflict. A person racing down her path, reaching for the slimmest light.
"It will take a bit of time, but now your wounds will properly recover." Pressing his hand on his lap.
An old friend's questionable actions, someone concealing himself in plain sight. His warm energy around, a person remaining in the shadows. Her suspicions in the dusk, hoping for the best.
Fearing the alternative, her great despair. The young woman shifting her attention to ground far below, many devils roaming the vast land.
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A demon's direction, someone proceeding as herself. Enduring her agony, rushing onward into the fiery inferno. Eventually her spilling sentiments, shouting her soul.
Seeking after her old days, surpassing her many obstacles. A soft heart despising the battlefield, yet having to force through it. A night bringing out a nature from long ago, the deity's selfish wish in the madness.
"Call me selfish if you want, but part of the reason. Is that...I wanted to see you again and fulfill our wish..." Lowering his head.
A god enduring agony for a long time, patiently awaiting her return. Someone remaining on the side, watching her live day to day in ignorance. Unable to say anything, desperately wishing for the time to come.
The maiden grimly gripping her arm, her vision away from him. Great chaos on the mortals, his desire to reunite with someone long ago. These strong feelings, following her trail in the darkness.
"Sorry, I know I cause you a lot of pain. What is the rest of your reason...?" biting her lower lip.
Feeling the gentle breeze against them, this dusk slowly pulling one back to the surface. Their eyes to the velvet moon, one secluding himself.
Carrying his dread, guilt eating away at him. Needing an individual from the deepest abyss to rise, someone able to turn the nigh impossible into a reality.
Those in the night seeking them out, his absence driving her further. A person bringing demise in the wake of her despair, yet creating a way towards a brighter tomorrow.
"It could have been fine, or an early end to everything. We were both in a terrible state, and I knew given the right pressure, you'd return. If I was there, I would have likely sent us to our demise. However, I had hope you'd bring a miracle like you did so many times in the past..." His vision away.
A devil clashing against countless challenges, eventually becoming the Bringer of Demise. Someone extending a hand to others, wrapping them in her black warmth.
A deity witnessing her struggles, a person filling him with hope. Two old friends, his wish to see her again, gambling on her possibility. His awareness on the solution to sever her tragic chains, preparing himself for a confrontation.
The maiden's eyes to him, an individual making sense of everything. Shortly folding her arms, her humorless gaze on him. The deity looking at her, blankly scratching his cheek with his index finger.
"Why did you decide to disguise yourself as a vampire of all demons out there?" disbelief from her.
“Oh? That? Vampires are cool, at least that's what the young folks seem into, figured I could pass as one.” Smiling at her.
Shaking her head from left to right, expecting nothing less from him. A grin coming to her face, pushing against him. A laugh leaving them, these simple sentiments.
A dusk bringing one back from the past, slowly returning their old times. Those close days, their wish for it. A wrong from old, two in a flowery field. A god still remembering her eyes, both walking away.
An encounter many years later, that deity enduring the pressure of her despair. Her overwhelming sorrow, a demon crushing him beneath its weight.
"Val, you make a horrible vampire if anything." Her pleasant voice.
Agreeing with her, his behavior not passing the line. Someone miraculously concealing his identity, proceeding in the madness. Esther and Anya's eyes on them, both brightly smiling.
Companions making amends, enjoying the quiet dusk. Laughter within this nightmare, some hope in this insanity. Agony around every corner, horror clawing at the soul, yet joy filling the dread.
"Hey..." Valor looking over the land.
"What is it?" Cyra tilting her head towards him in confusion.
"That promise many years ago..." Pressing his hand on his lap.
Her steadily returning memories, the platform of memories beautifully shining. More revealing to her, her old friend's message to her. Those meaningful words, holding him to it. His promise to her in the end, their parting long ago.
A god patiently waiting, enduring the passing days. Unable to say anything, desiring to meet his companion again. Preparing himself for a coming time, seeing the route towards their wish.
"What of it...?" her soft voice, resting her hand on her chest.