One from old, two sides existing to her, both reflecting one. A person constantly returning, proceeding forward in her feverish path, crushing her foes. An individual's atrocities, her soft nature remaining.
Everything continuously slipping away from her, yet a young woman giving hope onto others. This entity before the god again, her memories not with her. Needing to bring it back to her slowly, pushing onward in his selfish path.
The maiden putting aside some of her troubles for the moment, keeping her eye on a more concerning matter at hand. An enemy still out there, a monster brutalizing her friends, her wish to bring meaning to the demise of a few.
"I need to find someone named Lust..." Her serious tone.
Her shocking words to him, shortly turning to her, their meeting gaze. A person continuously rising, pursuing a strong enemy. Having her reason, those blissful memories still with her.
Sharing in their pleasure, everything slipping away from her. That deity concerning with her, someone never stopping. Pushing onward with her burning soul, her feverish path.
His hasty heart, feeling the coldly blowing breeze. Death plaguing this realm, a grand war around them. His old friend diving into the fire, shouting her soul. The young woman soon facing away, her hand on her waist.
"The Accursed...?" Valor's unease.
One of Hades four powerful generals, that ruthless individual. The maiden seeking them out, her deep hatred for the monster. Her never ending resolve, continuously running after her goal. The deity worrying about her, his difficulty to gauge her reactions.
A person without her memories, possible consequences on the line. This unfavorable situation to her, the young woman not caring. An entity rising to her challenges, tackling those above herself. Proving this before, branding herself into history.
"That monster...brutalized my friends. They put their very lives on the line for me to meet up with you. I...I should have never brought them along..." Lowering her head, gripping her arms.
Bright people to her mind, their loud voices. Their wish to be free, not wanting to remain in bondage, following her into a war. Their faith in her, believing in the tiniest chance.
An encounter with a horrific monster, a horrid memory scarring into her. Carrying their hopes and dreams, that dying man passing it onto her. The maiden's boiling rage, needing to find the Accursed.
Valor's sadness, understanding her sentiments. A devil always resisting, shackles constantly binding her. Someone fighting against her chains, continuously pushing her boundaries.
"Even now, you suffer. Is your fate...truly unchangeable? Must you...always suffer...?" the deity frustratingly looking away.
Two meeting long ago underneath a tree, a grassy plain going on for miles. The gently flowing breeze that day, her sounding flute drawing him to her. Two from different realms, a bond forming between them.
Eventually learning about her life, trying to do his best, a dreadful night separating those companions. The young woman waiting for him, his terrible mistake leading to her never ending anguish.
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The god raising his head, his vision to the darkening clouds. His old friend needing to fulfill her wish, someone refusing to stop. Their deepest desire inside, both sharing it.
"Alright...we will go after him, he is not far from us." Valor's eyes to her.
An entity selfishly pursuing her route, following her guiding sentiments. Wandering in darkness, corruption staining her soul. These lingering feelings within, her uncertainty on them.
Her swelling emotions, someone no longer willing to remain silent. A grand foe out there, needing to act on the moment. Facing the deity, distantly looking at him.
A strange individual, these natural reactions. A mysterious one in her mind, their blurry image, sensing a connection between the two. Pushing this out for now, the young woman keeping her eye on her goal.
"I will show my enemies, what happens when I bear my fangs..." Her hand to her chest.
"Just remember, proceeding like this...it might blind you..." Valor's attention slightly away.
"I am aware, more so than you think. Yet, even if I slay this beast...there is still another. I am not sure why, but my hatred for Odin goes deep..." Holding her arm, her vision a bit to her side.
Her chilling words, the deity worrying about her. An entity willingly opposing the gods, her never dying nature. One bringing the realms to the brink of ruin, feverishly pursuing her desires.
Selfishly pushing forward, seeking after a deep one. A demon giving up their hope long ago, challenging the greatest weapon. Surpassing expectations, branding herself into history.
Her great sorrow, the god unable to do anything. Remembering the weight of her despair, someone running after her wish. Trying to craft her own way, everything instantly slipping away from her.
"Even without your memories, you will not stop. A truly fearsome person you are, a heart carrying two sides. Yet, within it...someone giving hope. I will continue to follow you, so that we can achieve what we both want most..." Glancing in her direction.
An individual racing down a black abyss, shadowy hands swirling around her. Ravenous eyes in the shadows, a powerful seal dictating her way. Countless mirroring walls, these many memories surrounding her.
Unable to clarify them, these frustrating feelings within her. Not relenting, the young woman racing in the darkness. Reaching for the slimmest light, her tormenting agony. Drowning in sorrow, harsh tides crashing against her.
An old friend diving in again, screaming out to her. Obstructions in the way, one in the deepest abyss. The maiden's hand on her waist, slightly looking back to the deity. A person wishing to know more, yet having to move on for now.
"Let us go." Her calm voice.
Those words, hope in the farthest darkness. A long time since hearing it, her guiding tone. An individual grasping at the tiniest possibilities, one able to bring forward miracles.
Someone embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, staining her soul in corruption. Her still flowing sentiments, trailing along an endless sea, opposing the harsh waves. Resisting its pressure, keeping her vision on her goal, reaching after her past.
Blackness around them, a war in a terrible state. A certain person with them again, the god not wishing to involve her. Feeling her presence being enough, this warmth wrapping around him.
"Very well..." His faint smile to her.
The maiden moving onward, her target in mind. Her old friend following along, his returning resolve. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, a deity continuously trying to reach her.
Diving far below, resisting the terrible tides. Stepping down at the bottom, racing after her. Countless shadowy hands lunging at him, his sounding voice to her.
The young woman unable to hear him, her movements towards the slim light. Soon feeling an approaching presence, ceasing her action. That entity looking back, seeing the figure behind her.
Blackness swirling around them, wondering on the individual. Reaching for them, negativity grabbing the person, pulling them far ahead. Cyra facing the direction, her awareness on her path.
This unsettling darkness in me, that other one within it, someone at the end of this nightmare. Those friends of mine, I can still see your smiles. Our time was short, but the little time we had meant a lot to me. I thank you for this opportunity, and will continue to proceed. I will claim what is within, while also bringing meaning to yours deaths...