An entity coming from two of differing realms, bliss in the presence of the other. Opposition at first, closeness over the passing time. Emotions dancing in the wind, pleasantry for a bit. Despair setting in, that child suffering over the years. Failing in reaching her father once, attempting again. Continuously returning from death, one within the body of her daughter. Selfishness of her path, potential unleashing. A heart of softness, agony of deepness. Standing in that endless darkness, treading down a path of loneliness. One of familiarity turning away, blackness all around the young woman. Constantly devouring, strength not enough. Wondering on her limitation, pondering on an alternative. Assimilating another into herself, reversal of a possibility. Frightening of the ability, a curse upon her.
Tormenting emotions, her quivering heart. Faintness of that light, shakily making her way onward. Stiffness of blackness, tides of harshness. Feverishly resisting, incomparable agony. A direction without an ending, that line no longer showing. Continuously trying, no matter of the sorrow. Rising far above her standing, potentially stepping on the domain of the gods. Actions far from acceptable, littleness of the matter. Staining her soul in corruption, pushing her selfish desires. Ruin approaching, war between the heavens and the NetherWorld. Neither good nor evil, perspectives guiding their path. Power of vastness of her enemies, those part of the laws of naturalness. Moving onward, her vision ahead. A path of longness, even more than before. Pressing forward, uncertainty on the time she is taking. Persisting, a shining light coming to her awareness.
Her vision slightly widening, making her way towards it. Darkness all around, that smallest of hope. Holding on in a time of grimness, reaching for it. That energy shining brighter, her eyes of determination. Whiteness around her, closing her vision. A weight leaving her, her heart of painfulness. Her own way in going forward, those eyes opening. Finding herself at the gate of the Graveyard Realm, once again in between the living and the dead. Differences of it, that lingering stench of death and decay. Energy of terribleness, her hand to her chest. Shaking of the land, that crimson light bleeding down. Hands piercing the ground, fiends emerging. Countless revealing themselves before her, claws scraping the land. Stinging sensation of the tombstones, those monsters loudly screeching.
"Apologies, but this is my chance to fill one desire of mine..." Her eyes of strictness.
Curse of the night, those standing before an entity of grandness. Acknowledging her influence, fearfulness of them. Those wishing in devouring her, wanting that strength for themselves. Unwillingness of a soul in relenting, fiends rising from the presence of Ultima. A devil having in proving herself, her glare most menacing. Coldness of the breeze, blades of grass swaying along. Innumerable charging at her, her demon sword extending. Loudly crying out, a powerful shockwave bursting through. Crashing against countless, their movements in place. Resisting her will, forcing onward. Closing in by the moment, lunging at her. Her vision of certainty, staking her blade into the ground. Malevolence concentrating, violently releasing. Screeching echoing, rubble in every direction. Numerous writhing in pain on the ground, coldness of her eyes.
"Listen and listen good. This realm is under my command, all of you are no more than my servants. Cross my path again, and there will be no forgiveness, now leave."
An influence strongly protruding, that maiden constantly rising. Strength in commanding a realm of terribleness, her heart still persisting. Softness of it, facing actuality as herself. Those monsters steadily standing, backing away from her. Those eyes of crimson trailing them, that young woman moving onward. Placing away her blade, witnessing those fiends fleeing to the shadows. Wind of gentleness blowing through, calmness of the energy. That velvet moon of highness, unsettling of its feeling. Finding herself at the intersection, her vision in the direction of the forbidden gateway. Slightly open it is, malevolence even thicker. Turning towards it, positioning her arms in a thinking posture.
"There might be one more solution...I best leave this open..."
Selfishness of her direction, seeking times of yore. Smallness of her chance, willingness in risking it. A promise to her mother, her own desire of it. A Tyrant once of proudness, falling into despair. Parting from her mother, devastation to the demon. Understanding a message at last, that goddess constantly there, portraying through their child. Warmness once again in the presence of her father, agony of the decision. Facing away from the path, lowering her arms to her side. Moving onward, approaching the direction towards her fondest memories. Shortly finding herself at the gate, standing there for a moment. Slightly looking down, uncertainness of her decision. Feeling a presence nearby, glancing back. A shadowy fiend behind her, that maiden turning in its direction.
"Sometimes...it is okay to be selfish..."
Hearing those words, her sorrowful eyes. That fiend fading into blackness, a message most meaningful. Her attention to the ground, painfulness of her heart. Grimness of the conflict, time still existing. Facing the gate, motioning her hand forward, pushing open the path. Light warmly embracing her, beautifully shining through. Walking onward, heading deeper into it. Those finding their own way, defying the resolve of another. Terribleness of the situation, yet everyone having something they want. Horribleness of the decision, but sometimes it is okay to be selfish.
Flowing wind, that shining sun. Blades of grass moving along, sorrowfulness of the area. Reynas residing in front of that tree of preciousness, dreadfulness of deepness. A father and daughter connecting at last, his decision in giving her the tiniest of opportunities. Separation of the two, a chance not of existence in meeting again. Survival of their child, that of importance. That grassy field, memories of pleasantry housing within them. None existing for herself, turning away from her daughter. Leaving that devil in blackness, grief of greatness. Approaching footsteps, Maria standing behind the goddess. Worrisome of her expression, wondering on the reason for her grandmother's despair.
"You okay?" Maria tilting her head in concern.
Harshness of battle, unpredictable results. None truly right nor wrong, perspectives in moving forward. A Tyrant losing his way, searching for answers, sinking into the depths. Loneliness of longness, their child giving up. Returning numerous years later, trying her hardest. Finally reaching, happiness for a bit. Cruelness of her existence, a decision of difficulty. That goddess unable in staying any longer, returning to the realm in between the living and the dead. Gazing back at the child, gathering her nerves. Turning to the girl, attempting in holding herself together.
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"Everything is well..." She faintly smiles.
Shattering tips, memories of the past. That one of the land making his way into her domain, a day of most worth to her. Two venturing throughout the worlds, growing closer over the passing time. A Tyrant challenging her once again, those tears in her eyes. Strictness of her voice, his assurance of the final test. A life forging between them, separation upon her death. Constantly remaining, bearing witness from a realm of distantness. Reflecting through their daughter, wishing in being there. Shifting her attention ahead, that maiden approaching from a distance.
Decisiveness from the trial of pride, pondering on the last one. A trial it is, but a test not of simplicity. Necessity of her figuring it out, her desires on the line. That one of smallness turning, her vision on her mother. Brightness coming to the child, that girl bouncing a bit. Cyra standing before her mother, dreadfulness from her eyes. Understanding well, no matter of the passing years, that girl still loving her father so much. Hatred over time, finally peace of mind. That man revealing himself once more, admiring him once again. Horribleness of the situation, agony within.
"It is difficult, I know…your father did everything he could to give you this opportunity. Despite his grief, he never did leave you without a chance of success." Reynas warmly smiling at her.
Tormenting emotions, her path of terribleness. Closeness in reforming her family, desperation of the situation. Cloudiness of her mind, logicality of her father. An entity of grandness approaching, hope within her hands. An existence of a curse, born underneath the light of the velvet moon. Potential within, refusal of the past. Her path of currentness, willingness in becoming the Bringer of Demise. Going back not of a possibility, yet that heart yearning for the nigh impossible. Slightly looking away, anger growing inside of her vision. That goddess noticing, sadness to her face. Questions plaguing the mind of the maiden, wondering of the worth. Infinite in cost, painfulness of the heart. A way always in existence, that will in opposing reason.
"A chance? And for what? To destroy our family again?!" she yells, her dreadful eyes on her mother.
Walking a path of loneliness, diving even deeper. Meeting her father at the depths, trying once more. Clashing throughout, a True Devil's Battle. Feelings strongly protruding, rising to the challenge. Commanding the sins, witnessing that father of old once more. His part in the chaos, grief of greatness. Selfishness of his path, similarity of the young woman. Constantly suffering, never a rest. Anger brewing at her depths, spilling free. Sadness flowing to the surface, destroying her family again. Feeling those sentiments of her mother, that sorrowful state of the child. Reynas slightly looking down, reflecting back. That maiden constantly fending for herself, meeting her old friend along the way. Incapability of filling that gaping hole within her, her deep desire.
"Is that it? Is that why my birth is so hated? Is it because of this horrid ability?" Cyra depressingly questions.
One born from two of grandness, a devil from the land, another of the heavens. Blissfulness in times of yore, adventures of vastness. Disapproval of their bond, that goddess of strictness. Secrecy of her marriage, happiness for a bit. A daughter coming, that moon eternally of redness. Awareness on a mural, terribleness of her child's life. Gazing at the maiden, walking up to her. A hand of gentleness on the cheek of her child, Maria bearing witness to this. Her mother constantly struggling, wanting in finding a way in assisting. Slowly calming at the touch of the goddess, that devil resting her vision upon her.
"None can say, since you are the first. Though, in theory, it is the possibility of what can come about, that is what is feared." Reynas gently speaks.
"What can come about huh..." Cyra stepping away from her mother, shaking her head in disbelief.
Years of mystery, shadows consuming her. Happiness in her earliest times, unable in understanding this chaos. Never ending problems, irrationality of it. A way always in existence, painfulness of parting. A heart loathing the battlefield, pushing forward. Two halves once whole, one of innocence, the other of malice. Both reflecting an entity of the present, that one carrying on as themselves. Grieving of deepness from that devil, Reynas in awareness on it, her eyes on the young woman. A chance in restoring their family, everything slipping through her fingers. Her quivering heart, that devil refusing to believe in fate. Blackness swirling around the right arm of that maiden, Reynas gazing upon it. Malevolence rapidly increasing, pressure of immensity. That arm of the young woman expanding, revealing a massive shadowy claw of a dragon.
"What are you thinking to do?" Reynas questions in some uncertainty.
Those playing within this game, pieces upon the board. Dictation in a direction, strings in pulling. Resisting this reason, that heart despising helplessness. Steadily restoring her life, awakening in shambles. Coming closer, reality knocking her back down. Challenges of grandness, continuously rising. Sickness of it, hatred boiling at her depths. Unwillingness in silence, wishing for her voice in sounding. Sins of greatness staining her soul, her path towards tomorrow. Maria's vision on her mother, wondering on her action. That devil raising her claw above, expanding it. Blackness escaping her body, encircling the surroundings. Desires deep within screaming out, that will in opposing the rationality of others.
"If this power can devour the soul of another, then certainly it can do the reverse." She confidently states.
Sinking into the depths, loneliness of the abyss. Treading down its harshness, resisting its tides. Diving even further, that hand reaching for the faintest light. Coming upon it, that path fading from her vision, blackness surrounding her. Closeness in restoring her family, a way in following no more. Frustration of deepness, rage at her core. That heart of softness, trying to maintain it. Hearts in reflection to one another, both of the same. Hearing those words, that goddess alarmingly stepping away. Wondering if her child will really follow through, jeopardizing the lives of numerous. Irrationality of an action, all in quelling her pain far within.
"Cyra! You are the last hope of the Nine Worlds! Your father gave his life for you to have a fighting chance!" Reynas urgently responds.
A realm of lawlessness, one once of grandness. A demon amongst demons, pushing the boundaries. A heart filling with dreams, influence of vastness. Reaching a world far above his standing, confronting a goddess. Defeat for the first time, welcoming of it. Calming over the passing years, coldness fading from him. Emotions growing, settling down. An entity targeting their child, everything falling apart. Unwillingness in playing into this game, selfishness guiding her way. That message of her mother's, conflicting emotions within the halfbreed. Malevolence secreting from her, intensifying by the second. Shaking her head in refusal, maintaining herself, this of the utmost importance.
"I have always carved my own path forward, and I will not betray who I am by doing this. Even if the chances are minuscule! I will find a way without this!" she closes her claw into a fist.