Infinitely flowing desires at the depths, wrath, greed, gluttony, envy, lust, pride, and sloth. Sins forever deep, a heart yearning to free itself from its shackles. Racing along the endless abyss, wishing for the eternal sky.
A person fearing the truth, yet forcing towards the slim light. This chillingly cold night, the young woman moving onward, making her way deeper into the nightmare.
Her mind on the Dark Lord's will, a realm without beauty, sorrow filling it. Carrying her own reason, something brewing within her. The maiden arriving in a strange area, her vision on statues of devils.
Those figures aligning to an altar, objects in the center, a dark pentagram brightly shining. A powerful energy towards her, a sinister force grabbing at her. Shifting her eyes to her sword, her weapon crying out, quivering at the entity.
"An Accursed...? Why do you cower Rebellion?" unease from her.
This crushing pressure, her hesitant state. Her attention onward, seeing azure fire spreading across the area. The circling flames stretching far above, this alarming situation.
Watching it concentrate over the altar, a voice ringing in the depths of her mind. The young woman's hasty chest, an immense power pushing her to her knee. Lowering her sword, her eyes ahead, strong emotions grabbing at her throat.
"I have waited a long time for this opportunity..."
A deep voice echoing in her head, her slowly breaking will. Her vision on the concentrating fire, seeing the figure of a man within it. Rebellion screaming out, the entity's eyes on her. Victory almost nonexistent, the individual requiring Reviver.
One witnessing the occurrence from afar, breaking into pure energy. Rushing to the young woman, a divine orb shortly descending towards her. Noticing the presence, Cyra looking at it, watching it float in front of her.
"Remember, even if it is merely for a moment. Remember your resolve, Cyra."
A familiar voice ringing through her, comfort in her, her settling weapon. A shining light in the deepest darkness, a vision opening in the abyss. An entity ascending above, their powerfully flowing resolve. Darkness seeping from the maiden's body, dissipating into the air.
Her calm vision, soon rising to her feet, looking ahead. The young woman's feverishly igniting malice, soon shifting into a pure light. Sticking her sword into the ground at her side, extending her right hand, closing her eyes. Sentiments far inside, her heart clawing to the surface once again.
Remember who I am...a calamity...one who bathes in their sins. One who is the enemy of the Nine Worlds...
"So, you finally show yourself once again...Cyra! Good, this is how I remember you most..."
A devil stepping out of the harsh flames, his pure red vision and black scales. The maiden opening her eyes, the fire disappearing from her sight. That demon moving forward, expanding his mighty black wings.
Darkness tearing away at Cyra's arm, ripping away at it by the moment. Her brightly emitting malice, its force dissolving into the air. One from the old days, the maiden remembering this devil.
"Many years I waited, gleefully watching as you took on the hatred of countless."
His crushing defeat by her, leaving ringing last words inside of her. The demon stomping on the ground, tearing apart the surroundings. Charging at her, his immense speed rivaling the gods.
Cyra's massively expanding arm, morphing into an enormous shadowy claw of a dragon. Swinging her talon to her side, revealing the blades in her shoes. Bursting onward, swiftly crashing her boot into the man's sword.
Her cold crimson eyes on him, her pulsing claw. Darkness deep inside, emotions dancing in the dusk. Pulling away from him, slamming her claw into his weapon.
"I suppose it is time for me to experience your hatred, Amon."
Her calm voice, her image eternally in his mind, a devil never forgetting those days. An entity invading the heavens, his every advantage over her. That one surpassing her obstacles, eventually unleashing a horrifying past.
Someone embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, becoming corruption itself. A person's chance to grasp what is inside, that devil terrifyingly discovering her nature.
"Correct, and what better timing? To kill the one who damned the Nine Worlds, and reclaim my pride." His faint smile.
"Then come at me, and witness my fangs." Her sharp gaze.
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Endless conflicts from old, her wishes clashing against innumerable. An individual continuously resisting, shouting her feverish heart. Cyra slightly pulling back, her vision on the man leaping away. Amon landing from a distance, directing his sword at her.
Multiplying a hundred copies of himself, expanding those clones far. The young woman calmly standing on her side, a resolve shining from her darkest days. One damning the worlds, all for a chance to grasp her deepest desire.
"If this is all you have to offer, then I am disappointed. You can come at me with all of the worlds, and it shall not make a difference." Confidence from her.
"Still so arrogant."
His flashing memories, remembering his confrontation with her. An individual's sinister past, someone rising to her challenge. An image forever branding on him, feeling her great power. A person floating at the edge of oblivion, embracing her way.
The maiden eventually becoming the true enemy, her strong emotions scarring into the worlds. Cyra looking to her enemies, their high blades, massive negative energy swirling in the sky. Her mild state, watching the intensifying force, enduring the crushing pressure.
"Return to nothing, Iconoclast!"
Rapidly striking the malice into the ground, her serious vision on the approaching force. Raising her claw to the air, widely expanding it, drawing the influence into her. Amon's sharp eyes on her, seeing her devour the darkness.
A black force flowing into her arm, its deep pulse. The demon's increasing frustration, charging at her. Cyra plunging her talon into the land, malice sinking into the earth, violently releasing this same force.
Surrounding them in its might, compressing the energy, shortly exploding it. Her overwhelming display, rubble flying above, wind harshly hitting against them. The steadily clearing smoke, heavy damage on the garden.
The demon standing there, his clones no more. The young woman soon standing straight, her eyes on her claw, clenching it in and out. These swirling sentiments within her, the maiden's unyielding rage, a soft heart trying to maintain itself.
Shifting her gaze to Amon, her moving feet. The two nearing the other, both racing in the darkness. His sword coming down on her, Cyra leaping high, evading the collision.
Her back facing him from above, the maiden glaring at him. Immediately descending on her target, striking down with the blade in her boot. Slicing into his back, spilling blood in the area.
Instantly racing to the front, hitting his weapon away with her claw, the sword sticking into the land from afar. Their meeting eyes, her high emotions. Her hatred at its peak, malice violently releasing from her, crashing her talon into him in a feverish frenzy.
"If you think this is hell--!" strongly shouting.
A heart in the shadows, one enduring the pain along her road. Enduring the crushing weight on her psyche, pushing forward in her path. An individual binding in chains, a voice wishing to truly sound. Unleashing her sentiments on her enemy, shutting down his body, tearing away at him.
"--This is simply the beginning--!!" her great agony.
Leaping far into the air, glaring down at her target. Raising her claw above, harshly releasing electricity from it. A person's many trials, breaking through her countless challenges. Shakily moving along her road, gripping her arms in the abyss.
Those pleading eyes, shadows constantly surrounding her, keeping her in place. Cyra descending on her enemy, the devil's wide vision. Grabbing his head, smashing him into the earth.
"--Feel my desires!!!" her powerfully echoing voice.
Releasing lightning, a great force ripping through the land, massive rocks flying into the air. Her purely stretching emotions, unleashing these endlessly flowing feelings, crushing the area.
A heart speaking what is inside, forcing onward in the black abyss. A person in silence for a long time, their hope for another to reach them, someone shouting their soul.
The soon calming force, Cyra slowly standing, raising a dark floating negative orb in her claw. Her mild gaze on it, shortly squeezing down on it. Shattering the soul, assimilating the malice into her body.
"Fool..."
Her steadily settling heart, the weight of her sins heavily on her. The maiden's hand on her chest, feeling the aching within her, her slowly fading claw. Shortly turning her attention above, seeing the pure descending energy.
That orb floating in front of her, a familiar voice to her. An intense power suppressing her nature, darkness slowly dissipating from her, these blissful sentiments washing over her.
"Just this once have I released your memories, but...due to my promise. Only when you are ready shall you remember..."
Closing her vision, faintly smiling. An old friend listening to her request, enduring years of pain. Someone constantly following through with her selfishness, granting her wishes.
An irreplaceable companion, the maiden relying on him. These endless emotions within her, soon opening her eyes. Her light gaze, appreciating the entity's efforts, one coming in her time of need.
"I understand. Val...I am not ready, please bear with my selfishness a bit longer..." Her soft voice.
"..."
Seeing her again after a long time, withstanding his pain. Her best friend, a god enduring great sorrow. Someone shining his light, her slowly leaving memories. Embracing them once more, these soon coming out of her mind, locking away at her depths again. Cyra shortly finding herself in the ruinous garden, her vision on the area.
A confusing situation to her, yet the maiden feeling responsible for the destruction. Shaking away these feelings, turning her attention to Rebellion. The weapon from a distance within the ground, calling out to her. Steadily approaching her sword, hearing its happiness.
The young woman standing before it, her vision on it. Feeling its flowing malice, these powerful emotions. Extending her hand to it, gripping the handle. Removing it from the land, taking a moment to look at it, seeing its joy.
The weapon's strange behavior, her mind on the reason. Answers existing in the night, her will to seek after them. Her steady movements towards the past, holding in her unease. Those deep sentiments, the dusk revealing one from the farthest abyss. This person going away, unable to face the truth.
This feeling within me, something more inside of me. I wonder, what this night truly holds. Old friend, wherever you are, I will find you...just wait for me...
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