Dreadfulness of greatness, one born underneath the light of the crimson moon. Happiness for a bit, despair setting in. Meeting one of firmament, her hand of guidance. Blissfulness for a moment, tragedy setting in. A Tyrant despising deities, his suspicion over the years. Unraveling the mysteries of the past, his hatred igniting. One no longer in his glory days, a god above all else descending. One capable of combatting it, her heart of softness. Desire of greatness, treading through the harshest of abyss. Surpassing trials, facing her past. Pushing onward as herself, confronting her father once more. Eyes of the Tyrant carrying scars beneath the coldness of the surface, understanding of it. Giving up his previous life, pursuing one more fulfilling. Joyfulness in his earlier days, one embracing his demonic heritage. Trying to further his goals, regretting breaking into Reynas' domain. One more job in completing, a final test for his child. Possibility of no hope in her failure, decency in perishing by his hands as a result.
"Do you understand now, Cyra?" Alastor questions.
Emotions feverishly igniting, experiencing events of the past. A connecting point, reason behind it. Cruelness of the actuality, a mother wishing for the survival of her child. Secluding the existence of a halfbreed, a devil failing in saving one of closeness. His life falling apart, incapability of feeling happiness. Vision of the blackness of the worlds, those taking his companion. Power not once of glory, yet resolve most intimidating. Gazing upon her father, unable in agreeing with his method. Understanding on his choice, her mother still believing her old friend is still existing. Realms fast approaching their ending, never in lateness of righting a wrong. Simpleness of those experiences, a story reflecting another.
"I understand, but even so, power without reason is pointless." She softly speaks.
Agony of deepness, torment continuously protruding. Resisting the reason of another, sinking to the depths of despair. Drowning in sorrow, emerging even stronger. Slimness of hope, an entity of grandness descending. One able to turn the smallest chance into an actuality, proceeding as herself. Confronting her father, rebelling once more. Carrying the determination of her mother, one reflecting that goddess over the passing time. His aching heart, that Tyrant looking away. That young woman reflecting the ideals of Reynas, warmness of the situation.
"Just like your mother—" Alastor turning, folding his arms.
"—without power, you will lose everything. Without power, you will fall to Ultima Weapon." He glances back to her, his vision of strictness on her.
Meaningfulness of words, one no longer within the living. Her image reflecting in another, body no longer of their daughter, yet that resolve continuously existing. Light inside of the deepest of darkness, forever cherishing that message. Pushing ahead, resisting the rationality of another. Venturing far, proceeding through reason, yet also in irrationality. Holding her hand to her chest, stepping forward. Power of necessity, one nearly losing herself to despair. No matter so, dangling on the edge, a step away from damnation. Facing actuality as herself, staining her soul in corruption. Never forgetting who she is, this of importance. Hope still remaining inside her father, wishing to bring back the Tyrant.
"I will rather fall to such a thing, than to give up what makes me who I am, father. You have been so lost in your own sorrow, that you forgot how happy times can be." Her soft tone.
Years of the past, a Tyrant falling into a depressive state. One of guidance no longer there, a daughter constantly yearning for answers. Terribleness of the situation, painfulness upon him. A demon trying to alleviate his pain, holding his companion to his heart. Refusing in speaking, memories of his only release. Searching for answers, anger over the passing time. Eventually gaining them, finding himself once again in the presence of his daughter. Lowering his arms to his side, gazing upon where Reynas once resides. A day never leaving his mind, desperation of himself, witnessing her fading before his eyes. Closing his vision, shortly glancing back to his child.
"Perhaps you are right, maybe I have been lost in my own sorrow for much too long." He gently states.
Shattering tips, tears spilling in a void of endlessness. Wishing for more, powerlessness of a demon. Frustration at his depths, answers eluding for years. That one of guidance no longer inside of his life, her smiling incapable of an actuality. A grieving heart, feelings still gripping. Events continuously repeating, tormenting agony. Despair of greatness, that daughter constantly returning. One born underneath the light of the crimson moon, mysteries existing within it. Glancing around the area, her companions not in her presence. Unable in feeling their energies, unnerving it is. Turning her attention towards her father, her uneasy expression.
"Where are they?" she questions in a more bitter tone.
Entering into the Tower of Eternity, confronting troubles of the past. Both her own and her father's, experiences of dreadfulness. One cherishing her mother more than anyone, losing his way upon her passing. Strictness in her upbringing, having in bearing arms. That maiden still loathing it, yet necessity in fighting. Confronting once more, in the area of her mother's passing. Her companions no longer there, that Tyrant turning, their eyes meeting. That maiden gazing past him, a light shining behind him. Stepping back, her unsettling heart. The Tower of Eternity, a place for lamenting. Those entering when despair has them, an exchange of heaviness in alleviating their dread.
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"Come now Cyra, you must be aware of a True Devil's Battle, this is my request to Eternity." He pounds his fist to his chest.
A realm of lawlessness, those battling with no interference. A test against another, a conflict to an ending. That young woman continuously partaking them, her trials of terribleness. Ascending further, growing her power. Hatred of deepness, staining her soul in malice. Paving her way onward, steadily becoming the Bringer of Demise. Facing actuality as herself, softness remaining. Observing the surroundings, that shining light. Pressure intensifying, echoing of the void. Her crawling skin, an entity above all else almost at awakening. Littleness of the current matter, wondering on the reason. Despair consuming many, pushing actions of extremity. Shaking her head in disbelief, moving back a bit.
"Allow me to guess, you have activated the final seal for Ultima's awakening." Her voice of unease.
"Indeed." He calmly admits.
Falling into despair, sinking to the depths. Tormenting agony, one of mightiness. Response most chilling, that father committing an atrocity. A beast crying out, that void echoing. In between the living and the dead, night eternally branding upon it. Fiends lurking in the shadows, existing underneath the light of the bleeding moon. Those tombstones shaking, arms emerging from the land. Malevolence circulating, screeching flowing through. Further back, that realm exhibiting light. Passing it, along the grassy field. That sun of warmness shining down, Reynas residing underneath the tree. Her vision of dreadfulness, her hand to her chest. Maria holding onto her grandmother, feeling numerous energies of hostility.
"Cyra..."
Grimness of the conflict, the Day of Ruin steadily approaching. Connection to the young woman, her existence causing it. Selfishness guiding her way, the worlds on the brink of destruction. Familial problems, her heart refusing in bending to the will of another. Within the Tower of Eternity, that maiden facing her father once more. Emotions of highness, that monster to her awareness. A promise towards her mother, weight of heaviness. Stepping forward, swinging out her right hand. Disappointment of her expression, anger, a mixture of emotions. One falling so far, difficulty in maintaining his memory. Her mother still believing, that young woman wanting to do so as well.
"Why would you do such a thing, father?" some anger expressing from her tone.
Painfulness over the passing time, enduring hostility inside of her home. Loathing the battlefield, her heart of softness. Meeting one of firmament, happiness coming to her life. That father incapable of experiencing pleasantry, untrusting of a deity. Wanting in protecting his daughter, a foolish arrangement. Division even further, her suffering throughout the years. Unable in enduring, those feelings breaking free. Hatred of deepness, selfishness leading her path. Almost falling into nothingness, dangling on the edge once more. Facing actuality as herself, holding onto the faintest of hope.
Another action of reprehensibility, that maiden trying to see a path. Alastor looking down, gathering his nerves for a moment. Shortly gazing towards her, his daughter reflecting her mother. Slightly cracking a smile, cruelness of the worlds. Knowing this for years, his sorrow driving him, keeping his distance from her. That sadness far within rushing to the surface now, malevolence secreting from his body. That maiden bearing witness to it, watching it dissipating into the air. Pressure immensely crushing down at her, that halfbreed knowing her father is even more powerful than those sessions in the past.
"Because every time I look at you, all I see is your mother. These damned worlds that took her, there is only so much that I can take. I want it all to disappear, including you, this is why I have avoided you for years..." Looking a bit away.
Sorrow of deepness, distancing himself from his own. That daughter reflecting her mother, those ideals. That smiling of the past, witnessing her maturing. Habits of smallness, his aching heart. Trying to protect her, that time no longer of a possibility. Two meeting once again, a True Devil's Battle underway. One on one, no interference. That void of endlessness, agony existing at its depths. Those eyes of the young woman lightening a bit, seeing his grieving vision. That one attempting in keeping her safe in the past, his limitation at last. Unable in agreeing with his methods, that father still remaining.
"Why is it that you continuously return from death? I am impressed, but at the same time filled with so much hatred." Slightly glaring at her.
A heart on the wind, turmoil of the past. Happiness with her parents in her earliest days, a way in making that an actuality. That faintest light, her vision locking onto the opportunity. Times of yore, experiences of worth. That maiden still seeking them, believing in the possibility. A challenge of grandness, two demon's pride. Unwillingness in relenting, forcing onward to the end. Dreadfulness of greatness, hearts within the same plain. Those tides of harshness, stepping forward in that blackness. That back of the Tyrant facing her, his vision slightly in her direction. That malevolence intensifying from him, wildly raging in every path. Moving back a step, blocking out the intensity before her. Her largest trial, wondering if she is able in standing against the invincible Tyrant.
"Father...I understand the worlds can be cruel. I have lived...much longer than I should. Hating the battlefield every step of the way, and I guess it all led to this moment..."
His depressing eyes, in awareness on the difficulty of her life. One enduring much, even losing her child. Seeking freedom from her torment, his own failure. That young woman continuously returning, rising stronger than before. Standing in front of him once again, in the deepest of abyss. Her voice still reaching, desiring for that loving father of the past. A promise in keeping to her mother, that smallest of hope of a possibility. Tides of intensity, resisting its influence. Crushing malice, that echoing void. Moving forward a bit, her vision of determination.
"There was no one who loved her more than yourself, but her departure was a devastating hit to me as well. Even so, at least I still had you..."
Grimness of his expression, his actions over the years. Trying to find out the reason, learning of why. His frustrations far within, damning the gods. Those earlier days, her mother's death of agony to her as well. No matter so, one still remaining. That girl cherishing him, his coldness pushing her away. Once again, that maiden persisting. Information to her awareness, a way to bring him back. The realms approaching ruin, her existence of the cause. Selfishness guiding her path, her heart meeting the conflict at hand. Refusing in relenting, opposing the rationality of another.
"I apologize...I did my best. Seeing you grow everyday, reflecting your mother more and more. I did everything to protect you, some I regret..." Lowering his head.