High above the clouds, through the vast space, a realm separate from the rest. A place existing in the heavens, many floating platforms connecting through chains. A gate stretching fall, ancient symbols burning from it.

An entity underneath the sun, her armor reflecting the Nine Winged Seraph. Their long blonde hair and crimson eyes, her conflicting expression. An old friend in front of her, his protection representing his beliefs.

"Hey, Maria, there will come times when things will seem hopeless. I should know, I've dug myself into more trouble than I can count. Though, remember, it is only hopeless when you give up, when you stop breathing. Only then you lose." His gentle tone.

"What are you saying...?" confusion from her.

"I am saying, no matter how bad something is, there is always a way. You just gotta find that answer." Faintly smiling at her.

His familiar guiding words to her, doubt lingering inside of her. A companion constantly extending his hand, pulling her along in these blissful feelings.

The maiden slightly looking away, taking his message to her heart. A way always existing, no matter the grim situation. A will continuously opposing, paving the way to the future.

Words still inside of her, her companion aiding her. This hopeless night, a path still existing to turn its tides. The Accursed's on their way, one binding in shackles. Their heart yearning for freedom, wishing to right their wrong, yet a more powerful desire within them. A tiny chance in her hands, that small light guiding her way in the darkness.

"I have to keep searching, it is not hopeless." The young woman walking onward.

Her eyes on the shining light in the abyss, moving down her lonely direction. Containing her doubt, pushing onward in the dusk. Her strongly burning will, something more driving her determination.

A person moving forward, no matter the morrow. Someone constantly resisting, one steadily rising from the deepest darkness. Those eyes slowly coming into reality once more, their sounding soul.

I have caused this mess, and I must make this right...

Shortly finding herself on a path to the stairs, plants and smaller trees in the surroundings. The maiden feeling the unsettling breeze, shifting her eyes to the sky. Her vision on a familiar one descending, their black feathers blanketing the area in a dreadful dark mist.

"Persistent as ever." Rose calmly floating from a distance.

"Rose, this has to stop, our presence in this world is tearing everything apart." Cyra's sad eyes on them.

"You wanted power, yet always so afraid to take hold of it." Slightly looking away.

An entity desiring for power, her wish leading to the madness. One in her weak state, proceeding in the nightmare. Rose's eyes on the maiden, a mixture of emotions running through her. Her great hatred for her other half, yet also worrying about them.

A world collapsing around them, the maiden within its harsh actuality, spearing her way forward with a heavy heart. The young woman grimly looking away, taking in the death angel's message. Shortly closing her vision, gathering her nerves.

An entity wishing for power, falling to the temptation within her. A tragic night on them, signaling one's presence. An eternal dusk surfacing old feelings, stirring these sentiments at her core.

"This is your fault, including my birth." Rose's eyes towards the maiden.

"I am aware..." Her opening vision, setting it on the one ahead.

"How do you intend to battle against me? I even took your wings." The death angel's serious tone.

Rose acting on the chaos, seeking after what is inside. Another pursuing her, two before each other again. Their different stance, yet lines connecting them. The maiden's previous encounters with her stronger half, failing to get through to them.

Both feeling the cold breeze underneath the twilight, answers existing within its gleam. Cyra directing her blade at her other half, her strongly flowing emotions.

"Rose...why is it that power means this much to you...?" Cyra's sadly looking at them.

"Power is the deciding factor, Cyra. The gods above got to where they are because of it. No matter, all of the original ones are now dead, and you know this." Folding her arms.

Power deciding the way forward, guiding those beneath their will. Deities no more, knowledge gripping at the young woman. Cyra lowering her head, someone wishing for a certain one's survival. Great sorrow grabbing at her, her companion in her mind. Pleasant memories with her, that person always finding a way forward.

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"Not him...he will not..."

Quivering at the possibility, thinking on the chance of his falter. The young woman not wishing to accept it, her aching heart. Many gods no longer with them, her companion the last from the old deities. The maiden constantly trying to find out the truth, yet never getting anywhere.

"Deep down you know why he is gone." Some pity from the death angel.

Cyra looking away a bit, lowering blade. Thinking on the message, possibly knowing herself. Her swelling emotions, great pain in her. Lingering events from the past, fear blocking her recollection. The maiden wishing for another actuality, reaching for the smallest possibility.

"Remember Cyra, or are you too afraid?" Rose's sharp tone.

"Perhaps at the moment I am. For now, we should settle our feud." Directing her blade at her foe.

"If that is your choice, then come, but I would advise you to flee." The death angel's solemn voice.

"No, not now. I will push forward, we will become whole again, and I will reclaim what is rightfully my own." Confidence from the maiden.

"I will not allow you to become whole again, Cyra. That weapon will be mine." Rose aiming her staff at her other half.

Two meeting on the battlefield once more, opposing one another, both yearning for what is within. Feverishly shouting their spirits, refusing to remain silent. The death angel flying high into the air, locking onto her target below.

Twirling her staff in hand, releasing dark lightning. That powerfully descending assault, striking around the maiden. Steadily closing in on her, Cyra analyzing its pattern. Shortly slightly turning, evading the strike, electricity tearing across the land.

Rose homing in from above, their meeting eyes. Crashing into her other half, unleashing another one. Its heavy explosion, blasting the maiden afar. Rubble flying high, the young woman enduring the attack, soon touching down on the ground.

Her moving feet, running along her dark road. These many shadowy arms around them both, those halves colliding into one another, a shockwave tearing through. The two pushing against each other, their powerfully sounding souls.

"Why won't you stop and run away?!" Rose's cold tone.

"I will not run from you, and I will reclaim everything that is mine!" Cyra's serious voice.

Shackles from the past, this one before the death angel. Her desire to rid herself from this entity, yet something more resting in her actions. Both seeking after an artifact, wishing to make it their own. A sinister darkness within the maiden, these slowly brewing emotions.

Rose breaking away from the maiden, immediately bursting through high into the sky. Firing down harsh flames, surrounding her other half in a towering inferno. This stinging heat on the young woman, those walls closing in on her.

"What will you do, Cyra? I have also stolen your magic." Rose's mild tone.

"Even without it, I will not relent." Her sharp vision.

A person fighting against the harsh night, rising to her challenges, displaying her burning resolve. The assault nearing her, her crimson eyes reflecting something far in the past.

The flames crashing into her, violently exploding. Powerful gusts of wind tearing through the attack, shredding the fire. Speedily making her way forward, the death angel's vision on them, Cyra's hand towards the slimmest chance.

"I suppose you did retain your strength. No matter, so long as I can fly, I will always have the advantage." Rose faintly smiling.

"She is right...I cannot stay in the air for long, but she can keep flying endlessly..." Unease from the young woman.

An unchanging situation, two far away from the other. One flying high in the abyss, another shackling to the land. The maiden's desire to reach her other half, her mind on any way. Cyra observing her surroundings, locking onto the stairs leading higher.

Instantly connecting this line, betting on her chance. Lightning descending from above, destroying the earth. The young woman jumping from one end to the next, evading the crashing force, rubble flying in each direction.

Nearing her moment, leaping on top the railing. Rose diving to her other half, their locking visions, the maiden leaping to the death angel.

"Do you honestly believe such a trick will work?"

Her attention on Rose's capabilities, her prior defeats teaching her much. The young woman nearing that one in the abyss, their great resolves against one another. Slightly turning her body, slicing her blade into the death angel, stunning them. Going even higher, locking onto the person below.

Instantly diving to them, shining her light in the abyss. The entity surrounding herself in a shield, glaring at the one above. Cyra building immense pure energy, transferring it to her sword. Shortly colliding into the barrier, compressing the great force. Hastily eating away at the protection, soon releasing the powerful assault.

"Urgh...! Aaaaahh!!!"

Two in the darkness, the maiden reaching for that precious one. Violently unleashing the attack, devastatingly exploding it. Rose falling from the smoke, soon colliding into the earth. Shortly opening her eyes, witnessing the maiden's approach.

A person's bright resolve, calling out to the other. Rose immediately rising, narrowly dashing away from the attack. Cyra crashing into the ground, massive rubble ascending to the air. The maiden standing up, her attention on her other half.

"Well done, Cyra..." Holding her arm in pain, smiling a bit at them.

Blood dripping from the death angel, a person witnessing another's growth. Someone rising to their challenge, tackling horrors in the dusk. Rose's great desire to be free, two coming from one.

Her hatred for the individual ahead, that will reflecting from them, yet something more binding the two together. Countless questions underneath crimson light, the maiden yearning to unravel the mysteries behind these sentiments within her.

"Rose, please stop this..." The young woman's hand to her chest, her unhappy eyes.

"And return to being a part of you? Until next time, Cyra." Looking away a bit.

Black wings spreading far, Cyra's moving feet. Running after that one in the darkness, seeing them hastily ascend into the air. The maiden slowly ceasing her steps, watching her other half flee into the dusk.

Dark feathers raining down, blanketing the earth in its sorrow. That young woman extending her offhand, catching one in her palm. Her dreadful vision on it, tightly gripping it.

Just what have you done to my prideful wings...? They are so black...so tainted...if only...

Those feathers burning away, an agonizing sight to her. Black dust coating the area, her other half far in the wind. Cyra shifting her vision to the velvet moon, her deep sadness.

A person accepting her fault in it, resting her hand on her chest. The young woman resisting this hopeless night, an old fire steadily rising from the deepest abyss.

Those wings I once took pride in, they are now so different. This is my punishment, my greed creating her. Rose, we will surely meet again, but until then, I best find Reviver...