Cyra

Appearing to be in her twenties, her real age being a mystery. A person wearing gold armor, wielding ancient weapon. Someone pressing on in the dreadful night, the weaker half of two. Something more within, the young woman racing against time, trying to find a weapon belonging to the Nine Winged Seraph.

A artifact capable of shifting the war's outcome, a valuable thing to her. Mysteries residing in her past, someone often keeping to herself. No matter, an ancient power burning within her, existing in the depths of the abyss.

Rose

A fallen angel, and the stronger half. One racing to find the Nine Winged Seraph's weapon, desiring to surpass this one. An individual wanting to claim her own existence, setting terror in the dusk along her road. Two halves in opposition to one another, yet something more connecting them.

Bonus Scene From Cyra:

A Desire Far Within

Uncertainty within me, these swelling sentiments. A weakness following me for years, conflict coming as a result. A realm is horrible state, my other half out there in the wind, freely flying. Someone greatly despising me, my wish to know the reason. Making my way deeper into the endless night, feeling the cold breeze against me.

Enemies in the shadows, sounds in the distance. Families trying to escape, their ends in my heart. Shortly standing still, looking to the crimson moon. My uneasy heart, these hazy memories.

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“What does this moon mean? Why does it draw to me?”

Lowering my head, holding my upper arm. Dreadful emotions flowing through me, those echoing voices around me. Spirits surrounding me, their eyes on me. Glancing to them, so many there. My vision soon to a small child, kneeling to her, her tiny hand to me.

Extending my own, gripping her hand. Her smiling face, my sad eyes to her. Shortly rising to my feet, taking in these feeling. Walking forward, my increasing sentiments. I must find a way to right this wrong, but even more. There is something else I want for myself, I feel this, and I believe this night will lead me to it.

Bonus Scene From Rose:

Malicious Guidance

Flying in this dusk, seeking after an artifact. My other half below, that soft person. I cannot help but to feel concern for her, that flower in the raging storm. Despite my deep hatred for her, something always connects us, it must be because we are two halves of a whole. If you choose to continue in the night Cyra, then do not hesitate, and crush your opponents.

I cannot be around to protect you forever, and at some point in this night, one of us will no longer stand. My shortly stopping movements, soon looking into the crimson moon in the sky. Feeling the gentle breeze against me, something more in the orb's presence.

“A moon that is red, forever hanging in the sky. You must feel how strange it is too, right Cyra...?"

My hand to my chest, soon looking below. Mysteries surrounding the dusk, yet something more important to me. My mind on the weapon, a piece able to grant my wish. Shortly resuming my direction, thinking about the one on the land, part of me hoping for her safety.

Another side wishing for her end, to free myself from these shackles. Cyra, push ahead, and keep going. No matter your difficulties, you must trample over it. When we meet again, we will be enemies. Though, if you can stand strong, then that is enough for me.