One born underneath the bleeding moon, a curse on her. Murals depicting a calamity, that path of despair. Someone with countless possibilities, a person opposing reason, a halfbreed guiding the future.
A mother believing in the best, a new evolution coming from two. A Tyrant disliking the answer, this individual wishing to keep his child safe. Facing his kid, looking down at her. Reluctance from his eyes, his desire to deal with the problem.
"I would rather this be left for an absolute last resort. I do not like the idea of passing off our problems to our daughter, let her deal with the newer conflicts." Alastor folding his arms.
Clashing resolves, souls soaring in the endless wave. This offspring from two, a small fragment of hope. A curse of an existence, her parents hiding her from the world.
Raising her in secret, concerning with her safety. The goddess locking eyes with her husband, her agreement with him. Both wishing to give their child a life without their troubles, their hearts on a common line.
"Yes, still, it does concern me..." Reynas slightly looking away.
Her lingering unease, a never leaving image. A night carrying a message inside of it, an object acknowledging the presence of her daughter. This distressing knowledge, the Tyrant seeing her dread.
Someone having a heavy burden, her method to defend her kid. Two from different worlds, both choosing to break a taboo. Their choice bringing a halfbreed into existence, a life of a curse.
"Whatever can be the trouble?" Alastor positioning his arms in a thinking posture.
Her eyes on the small one in her arms, this bleeding light still shining. Two starting a family, their great joy. Nothing preparing them for an occurrence, the girl's first breath, the moon turning red. A beautiful object in the dusk, not concerning with it at first.
Those passing days, the night continuously showing it. An image engraving into the goddess' mind, refusing to believe it. Holding this in, not sharing it with the Tyrant. Unable to contain it anymore, needing to let him know.
"The night she was born on, the crimson moon still shines. What she carries within her is a calamity." Reynas' distant gaze.
A never dying light, an object acknowledging the presence of her child. A small one carrying an enormous weight, an individual with the blood from a divine and devil. Images branding in the goddess' mind, the woman biting her lower lip.
Words to the Tyrant's attention, this situation making little sense to him. Someone needing answers, a man constantly rising to his challenges. Opposing rationality, carving his own way forward, his stubbornness leading to his wife and kid.
"A calamity? What do you mean?" his serious eyes, folding his arms.
Seeing her unease, wishing to lift her burden. Two facing their problems together, darkness and light swirling around the other in a blissful warmth. Their deep bond, an unbreakable link between them.
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The goddess' concern for her daughter, this painful grip at her heart. A calamity within her child, this unnerving issue. The Tyrant's clenching chest, the demon trying to settle himself.
"A child born underneath the crimson moon, possessing both the blood of a divine and a devil. The two conflicting powers clashing, creating a new way to go forward. However, that individual carrying the Eternal Night within them." Reynas sadly looking away.
An eternal night cursing those within its crimson light, a horrific place in the darkness. An abomination containing this power, yet someone holding the cards for tomorrow. The Tyrant gazing at his daughter, his uncertainty to go forward.
A man desiring to protect his kid, countless no doubt aiming for her life, this crushing situation on him. A small one carrying a heavy burden, these frustrating sentiments in the demon. Devils roaming the dusk, yearning to increase their strength, a never ending conflict.
"There is something else." The goddess slightly looking down.
Feverishly opposing souls, those reaching for what is within. Their selfish direction, pursuing their path. Devils embracing their way, one choosing to go further. A meaningful life to him, wanting to preserve it.
His attention on his wife, the deity standing from her throne. Her serious gaze on him, more existing in this nightmare. Horrors in the blackness, a tremendous weight on their daughter.
"Hades, he was also born under the crimson moon. When two are born underneath this condition, chaos will ensue." Her vision to her child.
Those born under the crimson moon, their existence an abomination. Chaos ensuing with them, an actuality not allowing for two. One possessing more, her capabilities within, infinite possibilities inside of her.
Information in the Tyrant's hands, his kid facing this threat one day. His ability to currently deal with the dragon, determination in the man's eyes.
"Is that so? Then give me some time. I will bury this dragon, and we will avoid one problem." Alastor's stern vision.
Worlds not the same, their different methods. A demon's desire to strike before the conflict starts, wishing to protect his family, this relentless individual. His selfish path taking him far, grasping these feelings, turning them into an actuality.
Wanting a peaceful life with another, a grim problem on them both. Reynas' strict eyes on him, disapproving of his decision. Someone understanding his concern, yet unable to allow for it.
"Hades has not made any significant movements to warrant such, we will not act until it is necessary." The goddess' firm voice.
Each with their own methods, two clashing in the past. Her challenge to him, a moment leading to more. Their ventures together, learning from one another. Putting aside their small points, their growing sentiments. Cherishing one another, a balance between them.
Reason and irrationality, both flowing along an endless stream. Their resistance at times, yet their unifying force with each other. The Tyrant looking down, his frustratingly shaking fists. A sigh soon leaving him, shortly walking up to his wife, his gaze on her.
"Come on, we can concern ourselves with this later. We have a child to raise." Her soft tone, faintly smiling at him.
Continuously arising challenges, a parent desiring to act. A man building his life with a goddess, learning much over his time. Someone once in darkness, reaching for heights far above his own.
Breaking through the surface, confronting the deity. Defeat coming to him, the demon losing his grip. Falling below, nearing the approaching blackness. The goddess extending her guiding hand, grabbing hold of his own.
Their meeting visions, two from different worlds, new possibilities forming between them. His slight smile to her, complying with her. Reynas turning, the Tyrant embracing her from behind. Both looking down at Cyra, this light of hope with them.
I should have acted that night, then maybe those events may not have happened. Reynas would have remained, we would have raised our child together. An actual family we would have been, but I see what she means now. Cyra will have to finish what we started, becoming the Bringer of Demise was necessary. It is painful...yet this being the path to go forward. This is how she can grab hold of her own future...