An existence underneath the crimson moon, this object no longer displaying. Her acknowledgement not there, yet a semblance still existing. A halfbreed, one carrying divinity and blackness.
A mother trading her life for her child, that daughter trying to do the same, her failure to do so. A father's final effort, the young woman refusing to accept it. Choosing to proceeding in her own way, reaching for the smallest chance.
Her hazy memories, malice at her depths, those feverish feelings from old. Times long ago, a palace far above the realm of the gods. A flowery field in this area, the velvet light shining down.
In the throne room, scriptures lining the walls, depicting events from the worlds below. Raging wars, some peaceful times as well. A red carpet trailing along, crystal windows, chandeliers hanging high.
History in the room, Reynas sitting in her grand seat. Her ancient garb on her, cradling her child in her arms. Soothing the crying girl, her gentle smile on her daughter. One from the land, another from beyond the heavens. Those from different worlds, their efforts leading to this.
"Your birth itself my child, this will cause you much tragedy. Though, turn your pain and misery into strength." Her soft voice.
The child steadily ceasing her sobbing, soon curiously gazing up at her mother. One in the darkness, carrying a faint light at her depths. Devouring her enemies, seeking after her deepest desire.
Walls engraving with knowledge, a companion constantly following. A devil proceeding as herself, selfishly pushing onward. A way for her to grasp what is within, the goddess believing in betterment for the girl.
The opening door from ahead, the entity's eyes in the direction. Shortly seeing the Demon Tyrant there, his sinister dark dragon armor. A smile to his face, ensuring to close the path, soon making his way to his wife and kid.
"I will assume everything is in order." Reynas' calm voice.
A challenge between two, their competing ideals. Both growing closer over the passing time, a Tyrant challenging her once more. The goddess defeating him, her disappointment at him. Those tears still to his mind, his assurance on the last time.
Eventually settling down, their secret marriage. A child coming into their lives, bringing more into their world. Alastor standing before his wife, scratching the back of his head. The deity noticing something wrong, wondering on his troubles.
"Mostly." His uncertain expression.
Their many ventures, a competition leading to more. One embracing reason, another irrationality. A goddess seeing more in the Tyrant, acknowledging his resolve. That man doing the same, these sentiments leading to something more.
Two coming together, building their lives in secrecy. A child of the result, one with new possibilities. The demon looking down, wishing not to concern her. Their kid's safety of importance, yet a deity forever with her job.
"Mostly? Is it Odin?" Reynas' slightly more serious vision.
An entity residing above the worlds, someone watching the development of those below. Difficulties at times, also stacking on her role as a mother. A demon wanting her to take it easy, yet the time not right. A person with a strong sense of duty, an individual not abandoning it.
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The Tyrant's efforts long ago, a person breaching the world above the gods. Yearning to surpass her, unable to do so. Falling to the land, her guiding hand to him. Stopping his descent, two heading off on an adventure together. Eventually settling down, many important things still remaining.
"Yeah, he is intent on suppressing the devils. Even more so than this, I do have reason to believe he has taken some extreme actions in the past." Alastor folding his arms.
Her eyes below, trusting his instincts. Those from different worlds, two meeting on a similar plane. Their blossoming development, a child coming. Cherishing their daughter, a terrible hand on the small one.
That bleeding moon on the night of her birth, an object acknowledging their presence. Wanting to protect her kid from the All-Father, needing more on the god. Her rational angle, her husband's irrational direction. Necessity in both, two covering the other's weak points.
"Extreme actions such as?" her vision on the Tyrant.
An individual traveling far, gathering information. Tracking patterns, flipping over every stone. Suspecting a coming threat, a certain history adding on an additional layer to their child's life. Needing to seclude Cyra, hiding her in the shadows.
A father wanting to act, trying to gather the necessary pieces. A mother's role above countless, watching others below. Allowing choices in their hands, someone unable to break out of her shackles. Desiring to do more, not able to proceed. Her deep belief, following in its guidance.
"Around three thousand years prior, he was collecting souls. It took some time, but I found out this was to initiate Ragnarök." Alastor folding his arms.
Twilight of the Gods, a horrifying outcome. A grand war sweeping countless in its madness, driving many to push onward. A terrifying clash against one another, numerous embracing what is within.
Commodities of souls, each playing a role. The All-Father's goal, someone yearning to suppress the devils. More flowing spirits recently, information turning up at this time. A man wanting to fulfill his vision, a chance for something more in it.
"It is difficult to tell if he was successful. In the least, his actions may have been spaced out to avoid my presence. No matter, there is not much to hold him on, I cannot take action on pure speculation." Reluctance from the goddess.
A goddess considering angles, someone residing above the realms, rarely stepping forward. Her reason to proceed, believing in the choice of others. Doing so for years, a daughter coming into her life.
Concerning with the small one, trying to remain rational. That Tyrant aware on her struggles, the deity gauging the worth of this knowledge. A man willing to protect his family, not wishing for anyone to intrude on their lives.
"Sometimes, it is better to act on impulse. At least suppressing Odin before a catastrophe happens should be considered." Turning from her, folding his arms.
A devil cherishing their days together, this person wishing to continue in this simplicity. His efforts over the years, creating his own path. Believing in power, grabbing hold of the future himself. His black soul, an irrational individual.
That demon learning from another, a warm light entering into his dark heart. His impulsive nature, someone desiring to defend those to his heart. The goddess looking at him, her awareness on the limits of reason. Two joining together, determining a new way forward.
"Perhaps so, but we will not take action until Odin makes an actual move towards Ragnarök." Her faint smile on him.
Not wanting to remain in place, worrying about his wife and daughter. This evidence in his hands, a man respecting her wish. That Tyrant from old, someone trampling on others. A person yearning to ascend his influence, power directing his route.
His path towards it, revealing this to the goddess. A challenge between them, their growing emotions. Actions leading to his current life, the demon wishing to protect it. Barriers in his way, a deity having a role to play, assisting wherever he can.
"Very well, and if he does succeed?" Alastor glancing back to Reynas.
A Tyrant's concern, someone wishing to take matters into his own hands. Thinking on the possible success of the All-Father, his desire to oppose the god.
A devil building his current life, continuously pushing boundaries. A mother's requirement, her eyes on her daughter, a solution to shatter the endless cycle. Slowly rocking the small one in her arms, warmly smiling at her kid.
"If we so shall falter, then there is one with infinite potential, she will guide the future." Her soft voice.