An entity born underneath the light of the crimson moon, a curse of an existence. That object never fading, signaling her presence. Pleasantry in her youngest days, her mother of the connecting point. That goddess going away, her father falling into despair. Trouble setting in, her loathing the battlefield. A meeting of unlikeliness, that grassy field. A deity following the sound of a flute, his happening upon a devil sitting underneath a sole tree. Their point of connection, a story reflecting another. Those of differing worlds, a bond of closeness. Pushing further, unwillingness in letting go. The Day of Ruin nearing, that maiden residing in a void of endlessness. Her vision onward, stardust floating around.

Faintly smiling, ease within. Foolishness of her action, going against a god with her own power. Refusing in sacrificing her father, unable in destroying her family once more, her heart seeking the nigh impossible. Selfishness of deepness, naturalness of it. Those wanting what is within, clashing against numerous. Stepping on plains high above their own, damning their soul. Gentleness inside, hatred at her depths. One holding responsibility, everything linking to The All-Father. Choosing the existence of one over innumerable, remaining herself of importance. Sins of heaviness upon her, thriving in coming to a rest. Desires burning far within, continuously guiding her.

Closing her eyes, malevolence circulating through her body. An abomination upon the worlds, selfishness to her core. Her heart of softness leading her life, this no less of her. One rising in the wake of despair, standing above all. Hearing the voices of her companions, her vision opening. Turning, seeing Valor and Argent racing up to her. That Tower of Eternity, platforms of shakiness. Energy swirling around, distance of vastness. Her eyes upon them, failure not of an option. Greatness of this threat, her power nowhere near it. Determination in finding a way in surpassing it, someone willing in grabbing hold of the smallest hope, making it into an actuality.

"Cyra!" they call out.

Once again within the realm of the living, an approaching threat. Roaring of the void, immensity of the pressure. Those in awareness on the coming enemy, a deity of grandness. Venturing far, trying to shutdown the activation points. Failure in doing so, a vessel of successfulness. That old friend standing before her, Argent right behind him. Gazing upon her, feeling her malevolence. Calmness from it, conflicting of it. Wondering on the reason for it, witnessing it throughout his time with her. Difficulties within, that one constantly pushing. Wanting the nigh impossible, surpassing her trials.

"What happened?" Valor questions, tilting his head towards her.

Entering into the tower, reliving events of the past. Understanding her father, wishing in confronting him. Meeting that Tyrant at the bottom of the abyss, clashing throughout it. Feelings reaching, niceness of it. Those having a moment, his solution to the problem. Devouring him, unable in living with this decision. Venturing to the realm in between the living and the dead, releasing his soul back to her mother. Restoring her family, potentially damning everyone. Happiness from her decision, sorrowfulness from it as well. Facing away from the two, considering her actions every step of the way. Selfishness of her, doing anything of necessity in achieving her ultimate goal. Endangering the lives of innumerable, becoming the Bringer of Demise.

"I gave up our hope for survival..." She distantly speaks.

Times of old, joyfulness within those experiences. Parents loving their child, that one of smallness listening to their tales. Disappointment in not venturing with them at times, awaiting their stories. Trouble setting in, years of horribleness. Unable in understanding her father's displeasure, this tower answering that. Determination in her confrontation, defeating that Invincible Tyrant. An action of deplorableness, unwillingness in continuing. Selfishness leading her way, returning to the living, pondering on herself. Valor processing her words, slightly looking away, uncertainness on this. One giving up their survival, in awareness on more to it. Gazing at his old friend, essentialness of an explanation. Argent facing his attention towards Cyra, confusion of him. Her attention to her side a bit, holding her hand to her chest.

"Val...there might have been a way to combat Ultima..." She turns towards him.

An entity of grandness approaching, loudness of the void. Vibration intensifying, unsettling emotions. A god of highness, a weapon in place. Direction towards a devil, one birthing from two of greatness. An existence cursing underneath the light of the crimson moon, softness within. Rage at her depths, emotions guiding her path. Willingness in giving up their hope, wanting her family of togetherness again. Longness since then, innumerable of the price. Her eyes of sorrow upon him, that god wondering on the solution. Shaking away those feelings, walking past him. Stopping, her back facing the deity. His vision behind, uneasiness within.

"I am selfish, and I accept this. Putting the lives of countless in jeopardy, all to save the soul of my father..." She grimly states.

Weight of her sins, unscalable of it. A heart yearning for times of old, remembering experiences of pleasantness. Two choices, one in making. Unable in destroying her family, choosing them over innumerable. Slimness of her deepest desire, that heart continuously resisting. Tiring of her, wishing in resting. Frustrations far within, coming back to the realm of the living. His vision slightly widening, facing her. Countless in exchange for a single soul. Malevolence secreting from her body, darkness dissipating into the air. Embracing her selfish desires, even if it is meaning oblivion. Difficulty of a decision, normalcy of it.

"How is that wrong...? It is only natural to choose your family..." He looks down a bit.

Limitations within, a threat of massiveness. That shaking of the void, loudness of their roar. A halfbreed birthing from two, associating herself as a devil. Softness within, hatred at her depths. Steadily returning, reflecting into actuality. Wanting the near impossible, a pricing of greatness. Willingness in paying it, a situation of graveness. Expectance of his message, her old friend constantly trying to reach her. Attempting in understanding her vision, invaluableness of him. Comforting of those words, her actions serving none other than herself. Using the lives of the Nine Worlds, desiring in gaining her wishes.

"How so? I will use anyone, and anything at my disposal...even if it means the lives of the mass..." Her eyes distantly onward.

Decisions of importance, selfishness at the depths. Those seeking what is within, pressure of immensity weighing upon the shoulders. Naturalness of the choice, unable in giving up something of worth. Wanting in holding on, emotions guiding the way. Carrying the irrationality of her father, but also the reason of her mother. Two sides of the same coin, both parallel to one another. That deity looking away for a moment, Argent hearing those words. Wondering of her length, the possibility of using him in achieving her own ends. Her vision downward, desperately trying to believe their time of trueness. That deity shaking his head in refusal, stepping to the maiden.

"That is not you Cyra, you are not telling me something." Valor placing a hand upon her shoulder.

Reason of old, one always pushing onward. Softness within, smiling of brightness in events of yore. Warmness in her presence, an unlikely meeting on a certain day. Learning over the years, admiration of her. Difficulties of choices, acceptance of her nature. Selfishness of her way, normalcy of it. Kindness of purity, closeness of two. His touch of gentleness, one consoling her. Normally welcoming such, incapability of it this time. One having in accepting her blackness, painfulness of it. No matter of the agony, those having in embracing the reality before them. Horribleness of old, building blocks towards the present. A chance to reclaim the nigh impossible, acting upon it. Leading numerous towards ruin, walking in an abyss of loneliness.

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"What does it matter? My past has been laid to rest...well...one part of it that is..." She glances back to Valor.

Two sides of the same, one of malice, the other of purity. Both in conflict, emotions within. An entity from the past and present, direction of the same. Difficulties over the passing time, enduring strife of greatness. Shakiness of her wings, yearning for the sky of endlessness. Events of yore, freedom away from her torment. Coming back to her home, a never changing environment. Leaving it, influence still over her. Terribleness of her experiences, death taking her twice. Returning even stronger, locking onto her opportunity. Capitalizing on it, her way in going forward. Dreadfulness in her vision, that deity witnessing it. Nightmarish memories continuously plaguing him, that night of horribleness. Wondering on an alternative, wishing in making things right.

"Sis..." Argent looking towards Cyra, his vision of sorrow.

"Take a close look...this is what a monster looks like. Someone that will use anyone, and anything at their disposal, someone that devours to grow stronger. There is no going back for me...all that awaits is oblivion." She depressingly speaks.

Born underneath the light of the crimson moon, her existence leading to opposition. A night signaling her presence, parents wishing for her happiness. One of highness stripping away that connecting bond, a Tyrant falling into despair. That daughter following, sinking into its depths. Illness of feelings within, rage at her core. Selfishness guiding her path, accepting what she is. That god lowering his hand to his side, trembling at the possibility of her falling down this way again. Pressing onward in loneliness, trusting in herself. Willingness in extending gentleness, remembering her own eternally reaching out to him.

"Cyra...I refuse to believe you have lost that heart I have always known!" Valor raising his voice.

Memories of old, two halves once whole. One of innocence, the other of malice, both reflecting an entity of the present. Brightness in times of yore, two meeting underneath a tree. Turmoil within her life, happiness elsewhere. Softness within, potential of grandness. Purity of her, selfishness growing over the years. A companion still believing in her, continuously trying to reach her. Wondering on it, that maiden choosing this path of terribleness. A wish of most importance, numerous around merely pieces on a chessboard. Disgust of it, unable in going back.

"Valor...I have killed so many...I have trampled upon the lives of so many...all for my own selfish desires. Even so...even if the Nine Worlds damns me to oblivion, I will ensure they cower before me. Even if my soul itself is lost, well...what passes for a soul. I will tear down any force standing before me." She painfully states.

Actions over the passing time, her suffering so long ago. Refusing to endure, planning of release. Harmfulness to two of nearness, acting upon it. Releasing a threat of greatness, leading her old friend and ex into that deathtrap. Freedom for a moment, one finally able in spreading her wings. Her daughter following, that mother returning, trying to save her own. Memories of messiness, jobs in finding one of the heavens. Trampling on the lives of countless, meeting that one again. Confronting him at the top of the Tower of Time, that deity freeing her. Death not freeing her, a way in claiming what is within. Pushing onward, staining her soul in corruption. A final chance in saving innumerable, selfishness guiding her way. Becoming the Bringer of Demise, ruin approaching. That devil looking back to him, despair in her vision. Happiness no more than in the past, misery existing. Dreadfulness constantly in place, that young woman forcing onward, wanting in making her dreams into an actuality.

Deepness of her struggling, treading within an abyss of loneliness. Willingness in using others, even the lives of countless. Selfishness of naturalness, one yearning for the nigh impossible. An opportunity coming, pressure of immensity. Devouring her father, incapability of going through with it. Giving up their hope, having an alternative in mind. Frustrations far within, painfulness continuously protruding. Light of faintness, shakiness of her wings. Eyes on the vastness of the sky, remaining in that blackness. That vibration of the void, a threat of grandness nearing. That maiden looking onward, trying to calm herself. Emotions of indescribableness flowing through her, despair, hatred, agony. Endlessness of this nightmare, this actuality before her.

"I am sick and tired of fighting—" her lowering head.

"—why is it that my life is cursed? I hate it...!" shaking a bit, negativity burning brighter from her.

Dreams inside, crushing down those within her path. Emotions feverishly extending, unwillingness in bending to the reason of another. Opposing the rationality of others, reaching for one of her desires. Ruin approaching, that beast steadily making their way into reality. Bringing demise in the wake of her despair, fineness with it. Tiring of conflict, hatred at her depths. Willingness in using others, wanting in grasping that light at the end of the abyss. That deity slightly hanging his head low, despair of his companion well in his awareness.

Sorrowfulness of greatness she is feeling, remembering times of old. Smiling of brightness from her, one continuing on, even in the harshest of strife. Turning the smallest chance into an actuality, still holding on. Facing her companion, raising her head. Eyes meeting with one another, that deity thinking for a bit. His hand shortly upon her head, uncertainness of that maiden. A god constantly trying, irrationality of it, reason eluding her. One walking in blackness of loneliness, another following, attempting in reaching her. That boy gazing onward, unsure of his ability in assisting.

"And that is why I admire you..." Valor warmly smiling at her.

Some emotions coming to her eyes, that devil slightly looking away. One of innocence in worlds of terribleness, a meeting of unlikeliness in events of yore. Feelings growing over the passing time, nearness of two. A bond constantly remaining, no matter of the terribleness. Dreadfulness of a night of horribleness, friends moving away from the other. Words inside of a lock, yearning for an alternative. Wishing in putting down her weapons, wanting what is within. Staining her soul in corruption, using the lives of numerous. A companion constantly trying to meet her, his efforts in understanding her. One not changing, something remaining of similarity.

"You've endured more than anyone I have ever seen. Despite losing everything, despite the sorrows that you face, the wounds you endure, you always rise back up even stronger than before. Underneath that sadness has always been a very kind heart. Don't lose yourself, hold onto who you are. Most importantly, keep rising, even when the situation seems hopeless." He encourages.

Tormenting agony, incapability of resting. Death unable in releasing her, existing in between the living and the death. Continuously returning, striving even further. An existence cursing her since birth, resisting the rationality of others. Years of torture, a body of filth. Picking up the pieces of herself, pushing onward. Wondering of her daughter, a figure in her place of joyfulness. Suspiciousness of them, a mother trying to save her own, failing in doing so. Words of her companion, warmness of her heart. Malevolence steadily calming from her, clearing of the air, Argent able in properly breathing again. Gazing at her old friend, some happiness in her eyes. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow. One constantly rising, even if the situation is of hopelessness, those words ringing through her.

"After all, the Cyra I know doesn't let despair win. She fights, and she keeps fighting. Every time I thought I lost you, you kept returning, and even stronger than before. If you give into despair now, then wouldn't all your hard work be for naught?"

Falling into nothingness, treading within the farthest of abyss. Loneliness of her path, seeking the nigh impossible. Rage within, igniting emotions. Stressfulness of greatness, loathing the battlefield. Acceptance of her faults, sins of vastness. Weight of heaviness on her, shakiness of her. Wishing in ending her troubles, necessity in forcing onward a bit longer. Enduring her strife, tears in the darkness. An enemy in dealing with, one residing in the heavens. An obstacle in her way, that heart opposing reason. Faintly smiling, turning from him. Valor lowering his hands, awaiting her message, his vision upon her. Slowly inhaling and exhaling, gathering her nerves once more. A friend reminding her, hope always existing. Even in the deepest of despair, that young woman always rising.

"Let us go, to bring an end to this nightmare..." She confidently states, walking onward.

"Sis!" Argent speaks in excitement, running up behind her.

"Heh, yeah, time to end this," Valor agreeing, following her.

Just a bit more, and I might have lost myself to despair, just like my father. You have always been there when I needed someone the most. I cannot give up now...not yet...I can rest when this is all over, until then, I must carry on...