Finding her way over the years, cruelness constantly upon her. Falling into blackness, yearning for an escape. Resting not of a possibility, carving her own way. That heart of softness never fading, existing far within. Guidance of it, deplorable actions. Terribleness approaching, rebelling against reason. Irrationality pushing forward, feelings of highness. Moving her claw to her chest, Reynas witnessing this. Blackness intensifying from that maiden's body, vision of certainty. Expanding her claw, drawing out an energy of crimson, purity of it. Her hand ahead, pushing it forward. That force brightly shining, Maria covering her eyes. That goddess understanding her daughter's rationality, faintly smiling. Alastor taking form, that fading light. Residing there, gathering himself, shortly opening his eyes. His vision slightly widening, his wife in front of him.

"Reynas..."

Lamenting over the years, searching for an answer. Coming upon it, his rage of deepness. A companion of closeness, sensibleness of her message. Mixtures of emotions inside of him, warmness of her gaze. Uncertainness of his situation, thinking on it for a bit. Turning towards his daughter, realization on her action. The Day of Ruin nearing, wondering on her reason. A mistake of his, grief driving him forward. An opportunity providing her with the slimmest of chance, a way for her grasping her deepest desire. Willingness in carving her own way forward, a gamble of unlikeliness.

"Cyra, what have you done...?" Alastor surprisingly questions.

Crimson light of her birth, a moon eternally within her presence. Never leaving within the night, coming from two of grandness. Differences of vastness, both reflecting from her. Reason of her mother, irrationality of her father. Harmonious to one another, a choice possibly of foolishness. Terribleness of the past, wanting that family again. A way in having it again, jeopardizing the lives of countless. Selfishness of her path, acceptance of her way. Her arm reverting to normal, holding it to her chest. Resting her vision upon her father, her gentle gaze.

"You may be the worst father in existence, but I will not accept your power. Ultima may be infinitely stronger than I am, but I will defeat him under my own strength." She softly speaks.

Despair of deepness, horridness of the passing years. Living in horror, walking in darkness. Desiring freedom, planning in place. Smallness of her chances, that sky of openness. Wings chaining down, wishing for that wind. Venturing far, enduring countless strife. Death not of an ending, unable in sleeping. Returning stronger, shouting her soul. Confronting her past, insecurities still in place. Steadily moving forward, facing reality as herself. Her soft heart, rage at her depths. Sorrowfulness in existence, unable in damning her family. Numerous actions of his daughter, this of the worse. Slightly looking down, uncertainness on a direction ahead. Stubbornness of Cyra, even in her earlier days.

"I will not destroy our family...not after having such a chance..." Her painful expression.

Misfortune of her birth, a moon eternally crimson within her presence. Reprehensibility of her existence, a life no different from another. A halfbreed, one of a deity and devil. Unlikeliness of it, happening of it. That demon of the land, one opening infinite possibilities. Words most shaking, caring naught for another's beliefs. His own of importance, unwillingness in allowing his life in dictation. Presenting this logicality to that goddess, urging her in wanting something for herself. Selfishness not of a bad thing now and then, her purity never sullying from it. Gazing at his daughter, understanding her reason. Simpleness of a desire, wishing in having her family of togetherness again. A child doing no more, caring for her parents. A decision of foolishness, her heart of softness winning. Turning towards Reynas, his eyes of sorrowfulness upon her.

"It has been a long time, Alastor." She pleasantly speaks.

None cherishing that goddess more, years without his companion. Losing himself in his despair, treading within an abyss of loneliness. His daughter diving to the depths within the past, defeat countless times. Her loathing of the battlefield, yet wanting that father again. An opportunity coming once more, finding herself at the bottom for years. Sensibleness of old, that Tyrant steadily revealing. Devouring him, unable in continuing on with her decision. Releasing his soul back to her mother, an action pushing numerous on the way towards ruin. Her fault of it, her settling heart. Selfishness not of a bad thing, each experiencing it. Intention of importance, her own benefiting another. That devil slowly approaching his wife, Maria bearing witness to this. Uncertainness of the situation, pleasantness in the area. Falling to his knees, despair inside of his eyes. Extending her hand, that Tyrant grasping it with both of his own.

"My actions...they are not forgivable...I understand this." He depressingly states.

"Perhaps not, but you did the best you could. Even through your despair." She softly responds.

Searching for answers, hatred at his depths. Senselessness of her demise, cruelness of the worlds. Tormenting emotions, regretfulness in stepping upon her domain. Suffering for years, investigating this. Suspiciousness of the culprit, untrusting of deities. Confirmation from The All-Father, grief of deepness. Wandering in loneliness, that goddess no longer there in guiding him. Their daughter confronting him once more, standing within that blackness. Selfishness of her, two finally reuniting. Gazing up at his wife, her smiling of warmness. His actions of deplorableness, wondering how she can still express such. No longer a father, an enemy to his daughter. Desperately seeking a solution to the demise of that goddess, distancing himself from Cyra, his way of keeping her safe.

"Throughout your years, you did your best to protect her. You even gave her your most precious weapon as a means to defend her from yourself." Reynas explaining.

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Sorrowfulness at his depths, struggling in those days. That last connection point to Reynas, his answer to a problem. Giving up Lævateinn, an order to the weapon. Protecting his daughter, even from himself. Difficulty of it, that weapon disliking her. Losing its spark, a devil of peacefulness. Passing of time, growing in fondness of her. Working with its weakness, surpassing its limitation. A weapon once legendary, unwillingness of the young woman in pushing the boundaries. Defending her, trying to extend her dream. Failure of it, years of anguish. Death taking that maiden, failure of equivalence. Silence for longness, reawakening once again. That halfbreed slightly looking away, her father of questionability. Doing his best, losing his way in an abyss of endlessness. Emerging towards a morrow of betterment, Reynas resting her vision on her daughter.

"Cyra...thank you..."

Selfishness of deepness, unwillingness of a heart in playing within the game. Wishing for the uniting of her family, longness since then. A chance coming about, reaching for it. Terribleness ahead, an enemy of grandness approaching. That weapon of the gods, direction towards her. Smallness of the chances, this more than enough in opposing. Visualizing countless scenarios, one with the tiniest of hope. Embracing in this moment, warmness within. Gazing at her mother, witnessing her shimmering grin. Returning one of similarity, keeping her promise. That goddess looking down at the Tyrant, urging him in rising. That demon slowly standing, facing his daughter. Many years since her parents are of togetherness, niceness of it.

"Even if you did release your father, you did retain some of his power. Cyra, seeing how you have come so far...I will continue to put my faith in you." Reynas gently speaks.

One born from two, softness of her. Lessons throughout the years, falling into darkness. Treading within loneliness, selfishness guiding her path. Unwillingness in allowing the destruction of her family. Her decision going forward, ruin approaching. Fineness of it, paving her own way onward. Resisting the reason of highness, shouting her soul. Alastor turning to Maria, unsurprising of this. Memories of horridness of Ardin, that devil still loving her child. That one residing in this realm, in a place of safeness. Uncertainness of the details, no less that maiden allowing her presence here. Poor parenting over the years, his daughter coming out okay. Maria resting her vision on Alastor, shortly facing her attention on her mother.

"Bringer of Demise, this is the burden you will now carry. Though, sometimes...it is okay to be selfish..." Reynas softly smiling.

"Heh...my soul is black, and that is fine. I lived my life as a demon, and I intend to end it as one as well."

Grimness of currentness, settling of her heart. Times of the past, happiness from three. One intruding upon their lives, bringing sorrow. Rage at her depths, joyfulness in the presence of her parents. Longness since togetherness, hardships of greatness. Slowly connecting the past, enduring despair. A chance of reasonableness, refusing in accepting, this of her choice. Understanding of this, a child wishing for her family. Naturalness of it, graveness of the situation. Horribleness at hand, one willing in rising to the challenge. Gambling with the survival of innumerable, one bearing a new title.

"Cyra..." Alastor looking towards her.

One bringing demise in the wake of her despair, selfishness of her path. An unresting soul, living her life as a demon. Her experiences over the years, this of her association. Softness within, her heavy heart. An enemy to countless, preciousness to her parents. Conflicting emotions within, holding in her sentiments. Her vision in her father's direction, calmness from him. Hope of littleness, this no less enough in resisting. That young woman pushing onward, possibility in dealing with the coming threat. A weapon of the gods, opposition towards her existence.

"I have known you long enough, you have a plan for Ultima huh." He folds his arms.

Hardship over the years, terribleness of her experiences. Pleasantry in her earliest days, despair sinking in. Meeting one of the heavens, happiness coming once more. Ventures of vastness, warmness of it. Seeking those times again, selfishness guiding her way. Unwillingness in relenting, a plan in place. A devil of her association, demise in the wake of her despair. Fineness of it, carving her way forward. Turning from her father, distantly holding her hand to her chest. Smallness of the chances, holding onto it. Trying to make it into an actuality, that igniting soul.

"Let us hope it does not come to this. Though, at this point, I am simply tired and just wish to rest..."

Tiring of it, never ending conflict. Loathing the battlefield, continuously resisting. Opposing the reason of another, deepness of pain. Born underneath the light of the crimson moon, tragedy setting in. Living underneath the tyranny of Ardin, holding onto the faintest hope. Believing in light in the farthest of darkness, unwillingness in enduring. Years upon years of agony, meeting her mother again. A way towards her deepest desire, resting not of an actuality. Frustrations within, passing trials, this moment upon her. Those eyes of the goddess slightly widening, her vision towards Alastor. That demon facing his wife, in awareness on the method. Sickening of it, another choice possibly not of a chance. Maria looking at them, uncertainness of the grimness.

"I know we have asked a lot from you, but find a way to win. Every enemy has their weak point." Alastor speaks more seriously to his daughter.

Experiences over the years, surpassing his limitations. Felling the mightiest foes, seeking heights far above his own. Stepping on the domain of a goddess, defeat meeting him. Her hand of guidance stopping his descent, that moment leading to many more. Advice of his, capability of defeating any foe. Necessity in searching for a solution, that maiden bringing down the Tyrant. Glancing back to her father, nodding in agreement. Her attention to her mother, shifting her gaze to the child of blurriness. Hopefulness within the one of smallness, looking up at the devil. Cyra facing her attention ahead, her vision of confidence.

"I must be going now, until next time. Mother, father, and you child." She walks onward.

Fineness with her decision, selfishness of it. Naturalness of it, choosing her family over the lives of innumerable. Treading through blackness, walking in loneliness. A never ending abyss, that faintest light. Continuously resisting, opposing what is reason. Gods in direction to her, nearing of a weapon. Possibilities in place, a heart desiring times of old. Moving onward, those three gazing upon her. Breeze of gentleness all around, dreadfulness clawing away at her depths. Enlightenment of her, bondage of her soul. Shackles loosening, minuscule of the chance, hope existing.

Ultima may be frighteningly more powerful than I am, but there must be a weakness. I must surpass them. Afterwards, Odin, prepare yourself, I am coming for you. These desires of mine will be known, and you will answer for your sins.