A heart feverishly burning, those legs racing in an abyss of blackness. Tormenting feelings, agony never leaving. Memories forever scarring, selfishness guiding her way. Embracing her imperfections, shouting what is within. Avoiding hands of shadows, reaching for the faintest light. Blood painting her path, tears spilling in darkness. Resisting the reason of others, rage boiling at her depths. Shakiness inside, wings yearning to soar. Arriving on the sixth floor, Behemoths blocking the direction. That peak of the Sky Tower, an elevating stairway of crystal. Valor and Victor moving ahead, vision of seriousness. That katana in view, the other a spear. Instantly vanishing, appearing at the center. Staking their weapons into the ground, a mist of ice and fire. Freezing them over, scorching the flesh of those fiends. Entombing that place in its entirety, glaciers stretching far. Standing straight, placing away their weapons. Facing in Cyra's direction, those two moving up to the deity and angel.

"Cyra, don't do anything reckless. Comeback, okay?" Valor smiling at her.

"This is the most we can do, it is up to you to open a path." Victor folding his arms.

Those connecting this wave line, valuableness of them. Grimness of currentness, the end of days upon them. Walking alongside her in an abyss of loneliness, sharing in her pain. Gratefulness to two, hands guiding her towards the finish. Renewing resolve, rushing onward, her hand reaching for the end of this nightmare. Hatred at her depths, flowing sentiments. Unwillingness in staying down, rising to the challenge. Vision meeting with her old friend, both sharing one more moment. Smallness of the chances, a way to turn the odds. This no less enough, her burning resolve.

"I will...Argent, stay here." Cyra glancing back to the child.

Dreams of fleetingness, forcefully holding on. Opposing others, naturalness of this. Those clashing against one another, each yearning for what is within. Differences of vastness, similarity at the core. Selfishness guiding the way, imperfections of the path. Hatred for some, love in others. Unwillingness in relenting, grasping the tiniest of chances. That boy looking up to the young woman, wishing in going with her. Seriousness in her vision, witnessing her confidence. Stepping away, accepting this. A moment of confrontation at hand, her heart wanting to see this through to an ending. Her deep desire, her resolve against one of grandness.

"Okay sis...good luck..." Argent encouraging.

Shaking of heaviness, roaring from a monster of massiveness. Hatred at its depths, direction at one. That devil of the land, one refusing in relenting. Loneliness in an abyss of blackness, her vision on the faintest light. Desiring what is inmost, steadily moving towards it. Concerning of that boy, in awareness on her limitation with him. That maiden turning, gazing at the stairway. That crystal elevating higher, her grim eyes. Enduring numerous trials, selfishness guiding her path. Shouting what is inside of her, a heart of softness within. One thing continuously grabbing at her mind, gathering her nerves for a moment.

Before...before I go...I have only one more doubt...

Feelings feverishly inside, rage at her depths. Forcing onward, crushing those beneath her feet. Facing actualities of old, insecurities still in existence. Stifling it, continuing forward. Guilt hanging at the back of her mind, a wrong of greatness. Sadness of this, her intention for another outcome. Ascending that stairway, each step shaking her. Her mind wandering back, that blurry child. Suspiciousness of them, uncertainness on the validity of it. Stopping in front of the portal, distantly gazing at the light. Holding onto that hope, fineness if it is them. Wishes within her, wanting to right a mistake of old.

"Maria...I apologize...I guess I was never able to make things right..." Her heavy heart.

"Mommy?"

A voice of softness, familiarity of it. Beating inside, a heart of hastiness. Vision slightly widening, mixtures of emotions. Steadily turning, her daughter of innocence standing before her. Eyes meeting with the other, a moment of longness. Desperation in times of old, unwillingness in living in torment. Feverish sentiments, a plan towards what is within. Yearning for the sky of endlessness, wanting another in caring for one of littleness. Failure of equivalence, memories of messiness. Awakening years later, a burden of heaviness. Fear inside of her, desiring in finding that one of closeness.

"Maria...!" her voice trembling a bit.

One once filling with love, hatred consuming her. Sinking in an abyss of loneliness, treading inside of its vastness. Blackness for years, none hearing her voice. Frustrations of deepness, that faintest light shining from afar. Hopefulness burning, feelings of highness. No longer willing in remaining in silence, reaching for that chance. Grasping it for a moment, everything slipping out of her hands. Years passing, that young woman following through. Innumerable desires, one of most importance. Wanting times of old, yet also wishing for her daughter. That girl residing there, relief of her. Her mother finally seeing her, her voice meeting the ears of one of nearness. Longness in yearning for this, results of littleness. Constantly holding onto hope, persistence of her. Efforts at last of actuality, her heart of warmness.

"Mommy, I know what you tried to do. I tried to talk to you for a long time, but you never could see me, or notice me really..." She slightly looks away.

A voice continuously persisting, grasping at the tiniest of chances. A realm of horror, an existence between the living and the dead. Venturing out, calling out. Unable in reaching, despair of deepness. Yearning for times of old, wanting interaction with her mother again. Despair inside of her, enormousness of it. Shakiness of her, tears in an abyss of loneliness. One following, a presence not to her awareness. Imagining the grief of her child, endlessness of that devil's actions. Kneeling to her daughter, lowering her head. Quivering of her heart, wondering of animosity towards her, understanding of the possibility.

"You did...?"

"Uh-huh." Maria looking at her mother, her eyes of gentleness.

"Do you hate me...?"

Words etching far within her, pondering on this. Failure of equivalence, a body not of her own. Selfishness leading her path, wanting events of yore. Hatred brewing at her depths, unleashing what is inside of her. A soul forever resisting, potential unleashing far after her time. No longer willing in remaining in silence, guilt clawing away at her. That child of nearness, never intending for this. Gazing at the girl, a question of importance. Expectance for hatred, an unforgivable action. A mother trying to save her own, accidentally taking on the life of that one of smallness. Horribleness of this, aching inside of her.

"No, I could never hate you mommy!" she holds her hands to her chest.

Desperation in times of old, a plan towards her freedom. Deities holding cards in their hands, a point of connection. Everything within her hands, reaching for that hope. Racing in an abyss of loneliness, aching inside of her. Tears sounding, none hearing. Frustrations of deepness, wanting another in caring for her own. Regretfulness, that girl following. A mother returning, equivalence of a failure. Gazing at her daughter, that smile of familiarity. Uncertainness of this, wondering on this. A child able in smiling at her mother, unimaginable suffering. Embracing that girl, tightly holding her in her arms.

"I—I am so sorry, Maria. I—I only meant to save you..."

Words within, wishing in speaking it. Unable to do so, wandering in blackness. Suspiciousness for longness, aching inside of her. One of smallness saving her, constantly at her side. Purity of that one, continuously believing in her mother. Hopelessness at times, desiring in resting. A goal in mind, reaching for the tiniest of chances. Proceeding with those trials, unlocking what is resting within. Incapability of accessing the last, fineness with it. Encountering her child again, niceness of this. Tears welling in the eyes of the maiden, that liquid streaming down. Understanding of her mother's grief, one enduring horribleness over the years. That child residing there, witnessing the determination of her. Trying to right a wrong, pushing for her deepest wish, falling into despair.

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"I know mommy, I have been watching for a long time."

Innocence in events of old, a child of her light. Loathing one, anger brewing at her depths. Sentiments of illness, frustrations clawing away at her. Awareness on a demon's life, unwillingness in playing within its role. Her heart of softness, unchanging of it. Years going by, maintaining it at her base. Unleashing what is inside, crushing her enemies. Enduring terribleness, wanting her daughter away from this madness. One capable of doing so, failure of her method. Words meeting her, some ease to that maiden. That one of mystery following her, saving her at times. Hope always existing, no matter of the bleakness.

"I see...so it was my own insecurity then..." Cyra faintly smiling.

"Yeah...you're so strong mommy..." Maria smiling.

Insecurities gripping her, illness of emotions. Guilt tearing away at her, an action of selfishness. No longer able in withstanding, desperation of her. Uncaring of her escape, wanting in passing on her child to a friend of nearness. Loneliness of longness, shakiness of her. Steadily holding on, death claiming her. That girl following her, a mother returning. Wishing in providing a final miracle, her existence of the price. Power once in a seal, instability of it. Everything slipping out of her hands, realization hitting her years later. Her child continuously grasping faith, never relenting in times of yore. Doubt settling inside of the halfbreed, that young woman moving to arms length. Gazing into the vision of her daughter, pressing on with another question.

"Why did you follow us that night...?" Cyra questions, her painful eyes.

Wondering this, an event constantly replaying. That Tower of Time, pathways of endlessness. Figuring it out, setting an inescapable trap. Separating from her old friend, yearning in ending her struggles. Confronting that man of terribleness, using another in ending him. Her defeat shortly coming, that seal shattering from her. Release from her torment, her companion finding her. A moment between them, gratefulness for this. Closeness of their bond, suffering of both. A smile of sincerity returning from her, an instance of it. That girl slightly looking down, in awareness on her part in this. Trailing after the devil, that knight of darkness taking her life, having a hand in furthering the sorrow of her mother as well.

"I followed because I was really worried. I'm really sorry...I caused mommy so much trouble..." Sadness expressing from the child.

"You are right, you did cause mommy so much trouble, but that is okay..." Cyra faintly smiling.

Emotions far within, words inside of a lock. Wanting to speak it, a dreadful parting. Wind constantly in mind, that moon continuously in her sight. Never leaving of it, always rising in the night. A reminder of her birth, despising it. A marriage destroying her life, living in fear. Refusing to endure anymore, betting everything on a final gamble. Her desperate plan, a daughter to her heart. Her soft words to that little one, this surprising the girl. Maria wondering for a long time, her mother not having anger. Love still existing, these indescribable feelings.

"Really mommy...?"

"Really...now Maria, you must leave this world. There is no need to worry about mommy anymore, okay?" she faintly smiles.

Faithfulness from one of smallness, gratefulness to this devotion. Those times of old, brightness in her earliest days. Falling into despair, wings chaining down. Loathing one, hatred for her father. Sentiments of illness, enduring horribleness. A child unwillingly coming into her life, protecting that one. Carrying burdens over her years, despair eating away at her. Pushing onward, racing in an abyss of loneliness. Refusing in relenting, suspiciousness of one of mystery. That girl revealing before her, ease of her heart. Gazing at her mother, wanting in supporting her. In awareness on this, those eyes of her child. Rebellious of her, similarity to that devil.

"But..." Conflicting emotions taking hold of Maria.

"Your mommy wants you to rest now, okay? You have been a very good girl to keep watch for all of this time, but now your mommy has to do this all by herself." She softly speaks.

Aching within, helplessness in blackness. Tears spilling in a plain of emptiness, illness of emotions. Furious of her, holding in those feelings. Rage spilling over, desperation grabbing her. Reaching for the faintest light, a chance of smallness. Enough in opposing, weakness from her. An unwavering heart, a gamble of massiveness. A moment of freedom, blissfulness of this. Returning below, yearning in saving her daughter. Traveling on her own, illness of feelings. Two sides of her, both wanting those days of most pleasure. Venturing far, a step away from a battle of grandness. Her deepest desire on the line, needing in doing so on her own. Processing her mother's words, slightly looking away. Her attention on that maiden again, accepting her stance.

"Okay, mommy...don't die..." She complies.

"I will not." Cyra softly assuring her daughter.

Brightness in times of old, a commanding force on the chessboard. None able in predicting the ending, one capable of a miracle. Hopes and dreams in her hands, weight of heaviness. Understanding these feelings, those not different from herself. Each wanting something for themselves, coming together in a time of crisis. Doubtfulness of the possibilities, a heart refusing in relenting. Feverishly opposing, the end of days upon them. Shaking of the area, roaring of that beast. Gazing onward, her child slowly fading into stardust. Painfulness of this, trembling of her vision. Watching her daughter steadily disappearing, uncertainness on their next time of meeting.

"Mommy...will we see each other again?" she props her head in hope.

"One day...I promise, one day we will see each other again. Then we will go see everywhere together." Her smiling of warmness.

Aching of her heart, words of comfort to that one of littleness. Wanting truth within them, grasping it at her depths. Wanting in taking her everywhere, difficulty in doing so. Limitation of her, yet a way of a possibility. Her never ending resolve, turning the nigh impossible into an actuality. Continuously adding on pressure, shouting her soul. Racing in an abyss of horribleness, horror everywhere. Hands of shadows pursuing her, reaching for that girl at the end of this blackness. Ease coming to the one of smallness, a smile spreading on her face. Believing in togetherness one day, an eternity it might be, but certainly eventually it can be a reality.

"And daddy?" Maria verifying.

Naturalness of this, those connecting to their parents. Unawareness on horridness, her mother shielding her from this terribleness. Brewing emotions, boiling hatred. Those feelings breaking free, no longer willing in remaining in silence. Looking away, time of littleness in thinking. Confusion of that girl, pondering of the delay. Slowly shaking her head in refusal, those crimson eyes of warmness on her daughter. Uncertainness inside of her, a bond in existence between a father and child. Disgusting of this knowledge, essentialness in responding in some way.

"Your daddy had to leave..." Her gentle voice.

Wondering on her meaning, shortness of time. Steadily losing energy, unable in questioning this. Wishing for an answer, incapability of resisting the temptation of rest. A voice constantly trying to reach her mother, sadness continuously gripping at her. One never able in hearing her, holding onto hope. Pieces of smallness connecting, her mother slowly noticing her presence. Remaining at her side, watching over her. A moment finally coming, joyfulness of this. Dreadfulness of parting, those believing in a time of reuniting at a later point. Painfulness of this, a battle of massiveness not far off.

"Sleep well, Maria..." Cyra encouraging, tears in her eyes.

An existence of a curse, unable in truly living or dying. Struggling of deepness, sins of greatness. Two sides of the same, both reflecting into actuality. One of innocence, another of malice. Illness of sentiments, loathing the battlefield. Her soft heart, willingness in reaching for the nigh impossible. Tormenting agony, building blocks to currentness. A path in connecting a wave line, desiring in holding on. Selfishness guiding her way, holding the hopes and dreams of numerous in her hands. Maria closing her eyes, a few words leaving her. Slightly widening of the maiden's vision, watching the stardust ascending higher, her daughter slowly fading out of sight.

"I love you, mommy..."

A teardrop falling from the eye of that young woman, hitting the ground below. Agonizing of parting, her child able in resting. Longness of her venture, gratefulness to her. Efforts of hardness, refusing in relenting. Believing in the smallest chance, shouting her soul. Faithfulness in her mother, commonality of this. Regards of highness to their parents, witnessing this herself. That halfbreed proceeding, surpassing her trials. Facing her past, insecurities within. Hopelessness at times, rising even stronger. Grasping at this possibility of tininess, awaiting the time of them being a family again.

"I love you too, Maria..."

You have done well Maria, I am fortunate to have had you as my daughter. I abhor your father, and would have much preferred you being the child of Valor. If anything, I at least wished you would have gotten to know him. There is no mistake in my mind of the fun you two would have together. Now...I can finally face the final threat ahead. Sleep well, Maria. You have earned it...