Devils roaming in the shadows, hearts in bondage within the terrifying dusk. A king meeting his end, the death angel high in the wind. Many losing their lives to demons, some becoming monsters themselves.
A kingdom falling under control of those in the night, a never ending nightmare to the ones remaining. A mysterious person in the shadows, their eyes on the beasts devouring corpses.
My greed...it caused this...
A heart in the darkness, their sorrowful crimson eyes to the sky. Black feathers descending, soon extending their hand, grasping one in their palm. Depressingly looking at it, malice emitting from the object.
Watching it steadily burn away, folding their hand into a fist, feeling it losing form. The person witnessing it degrading into dust, shortly lowering their head.
All I wanted was...
A heart yearning for what is inside, their wish to another setting forward a terrible conflict. An entity walking along their dark road, keeping their eye on the slim light. Opening their fist, black dust blowing into the sky, fading into nothing.
Carrying these emotions inside, their mind on one in the dusk, an individual mirroring them. The person shortly stepping out of the shadows, her long flowing blonde hair shining in the night.
Gold armor on her, a noble crimson cape reaching down from the lower half of her back. A peculiar large blade at this angle, a weapon with ancient symbols. The death angel high in the sky, her azure eyes to the land.
"As expected...Cyra." Sternly looking at her right hand.
A weaker one traversing the dusk, shakily proceeding along their route. Two in opposition to one another, both racing after their deepest desire. A night setting its stage, putting them against the other. The one on the earth trying to grab hold of the tiniest hope, sounding her soul in the horror.
"Cyra, you should not have come. No matter, you will be no more than a memory when our exchange is finished." The death angel biting her lower lip.
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Turning away, the entity swinging out her right hand. Malice enveloping her, soon instantly vanishing. Dark feathers descending to the earth, burning away in the dusk. Black dust illuminating the land, many gazing at the spreading sorrow, shortly seeing it fade into nothing.
Rose...just why...?
An entity walking in the abyss, her vision on the death angel flying further away. Her moving feet, running after them, calling out to that one. Sounds coming from nearby, the young woman shifting her vision to a bat with a massive eye. Their fangs on her, loudly screeching, alerting other fiends.
"Regret will have to wait." Her attention on them.
Many horrifying monsters, lizards, goblins, hellhounds, those once human. Countless ravenous fiends, their eyes on her. Blood lingering in the area, guiding their direction.
Cyra feeling the unsettling wind, soon directing her blade ahead. Charging forward, these numerous foes surrounding her. Piercing their defense, ascending high into the air.
"Witness this mark, a pain that never heals." Her sharp vision on them.
Raising her blade above, a powerful white force gathering within her. Locking onto a point at the center, hastily descending, crashing her weapon into the earth. Unleashing the devastating power, crushing countless in the area. Breaking apart the land, rubble rapidly flying everywhere.
The young woman shortly standing, innumerable dead bodies around her. The maiden remaining there, her vision to the blood moon high in the sky. Its strange pull on her, this horrible situation. One alone in the war, a small chance with her, a person reaching for the slimmest hope.
Can I truly right the wrong I have done...?
A mistake eating away at her, her paining heart. A certain voice ringing through her, a great being setting their course in a torturous nightmare. Slightly looking away for a bit, her mind on the past.
Shortly shifting her attention ahead, slowly inhaling and exhaling. The maiden walking forward, carrying her sorrow. One continuing no matter the morrow, her target in mind.
Let's just say we will all get what we want.
I know where Hades is, but can I truly face him in this state...?
An echoing voice within her, an occurrence one month prior. A person falling into another's words, that weakness within her leading to the chaos. Cyra's eyes on the castle, soon looking to the velvet moon high in the sky.
A great wrong on Midgard, an entity walking along her road, refusing to stay silent. An enormous challenge on her, a shining ray leading her route.
I must right this wrong, somehow...
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