Memories lingering in the past, these grabbing at her. Feeling her great hatred, despair gripping at her core. Her encounter with the Seraph, her endlessly stirring sentiments. Words echoing in her mind, a person having to remember.

A being filling with corruption, yearning to put down her weapons, an individual seeking after her deepest desire. Her vision above, black feathers raining down, turning into the blackness of the dusk.

I know there is a missing part in my life. For a long time, I have walked in this lonely abyss...

Someone fearing mysteries from old, yet having to push onward. Her desire to know, once again reaching out, coming closer to her past. The maiden extending her hand, a feather landing in her palm.

Her dreadful vision it, watching it slowly waste away, turning into the darkness plaguing her heart. Lowering her head, the black dust scattering in the abyss. Shortly shaking away her torment, pushing down her dark road.

"To get closer to my past, I have to reclaim what is rightfully my own." Her solemn voice.

Monsters lurking in the sorrowful night, another existing inside of it. The crimson moon shining down its light, acknowledging the presence of one, drawing them closer into actuality. An entity below, someone seeking after her path. A great wrong on her shoulders, yet her hand towards something more in her past.

A slim chance in her hands, the maiden forcing onward, yearning to reclaim her staff. Someone from a distance, their vision to her. The person glancing down, slightly turning their head. Inhaling and exhaling, soon walking towards her.

"That was pretty heated." A familiar voice.

Turning her attention to the direction, that vampire from earlier. The two standing a few feet away from the other, this strange individual, a devil revealing himself once more. Secrets underneath the twilight, one amongst its insanity. A friendly face in the chaos, her mind on the demon.

"I thought you were going to rest." Some surprise from her.

"And miss out on a battle such as that? Nah, I can wait just a bit longer." Propping his arms behind his head.

"What is your aim demon?" folding her arms, suspicion in her eyes.

Those eyes on him, these once again in actuality. A long time since seeing it, one capable of extreme feats. A person going away for years, residing in the deepest abyss.

Someone constantly rising, tackling her challenges. An old fire burning anew, this eternal night bringing nightmares into reality. One able to strike fear into the mightiest foes, displaying her feverish heart.

"As I told you, I simply want this to stop." Turning from her.

"..."

"Listen, everyone makes mistakes. No matter, keep searching, keep reaching for your deepest desire. Do not be conflicted, or this will certainly lead to your end." Glancing back to her, his gentle gaze.

Slightly shifting her attention away, these swelling emotions within her. Similar words to another, some comfort in this hopeless night. Needing to keep her mind steady, having to endure those hardships.

Locking onto her goal, refusing to backdown, relentlessly pushing onward. Her will to oppose reason, a fire burning hotter by the hour. This weird demon to her, his attitude closer to an old friend. Her vision on the shrugging devil, a yawn leaving him.

"Anyway, time for my nap. See ya around angel."

A nice encounter with a strange demon, these different colors. Her vision on him, witnessing him heading deeper into the dusk. His message at her core, keeping it firmly within her. Setting her vision on her deepest desire, her wish to unravel the mysteries in her past, these emotions leading her onward.

A possible coincidence, that demon reflecting you. No matter, he is right, I cannot be conflicted.

Riding along an endless stream, an entity walking in the deepest abyss. Her hand towards the slim light, an old being in the shadows. Her vision to the blood moon, an object cursing the night. Feeling the gentle breeze against her, devils scattering in the presence of the Seraph.

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The maiden shortly returning to the fountain area, soon standing before the object. Her eyes on the flowing water, herself mirroring from it. Her deep sorrow, doubt within her. A message to her heart, someone thinking back to the past.

—The Past Revisited—

—1100 Years Ago—

Chaos tearing through the battlefield, the harsh sun shining down in this terror. Hills stretching high, bodies spanning far. Numerous weapons for miles in this war, countless in pieces. Blood staining the land and air, a stench stubbornly protruding.

Crimson liquid spilling in the madness, a blade cleaving its enemy in two. The maiden there, resisting the insanity. Her gold armor, a noble crimson cape stretching down from the lower half of her back.

A distressing situation, her hand on the side of her head. Slowly lowering her weapon, a mighty beast from the sky locking onto her. The monster descending on the struggling young woman, revealing its claws.

"Hey! Keep it together!"

Words shaking her back into reality, her attention on the nearing dragon above. An icy mist surrounding the area, this comforting cold. A mysterious young man in front of her, stopping the foe's assault. The maiden stepping back, witnessing the sparks between the two.

Her vulnerable state, fortune setting in on her. The being standing there, repelling the enemy's attack. That god in front of her, one from the highest ranks.

His crimson hair, those eyes reflecting the sea, his shining armor representing his beliefs. Instantly cutting through, severing his target in half. Closing his eyes, shortly sheating his katana. The person gathering his nerves, soon facing the individual, his vision on her.

"You're one of the new recruits..." Folding his arms.

"I—I'm sorry..." Her eyes below.

"Hey, it's fine, I warned those bastards to leave new recruits outta this mess." Turning from her, his stern expression.

Observing his surroundings, seeing the scattering devils, their safety for a bit in this massacre. The young woman's eyes on him, her confusion at him. Her dreadful experiences, lives no more in an instant. An event shaking her, one pushing onward in the madness, slowly falling apart.

"Your name?" facing her, gripping his upper arm.

"Maria..." Slightly tilting her head at him.

"Well, Maria—"

His eyes fixating on her, thinking for a moment. That strange person to the maiden, noting his behavior towards her. A severe problem on their hands, some disgust in his vision. Quickly scanning the area once more, ensuring their surroundings. One in his mind, anger within the god.

"—tell me...the squad you came with...are they okay?" his hesitant voice.

"No...they are all dead..." Her attention away.

"Tch...I'm gonna seriously give those gods an earful when this is over." Turning in disgust.

Her eyes on him, seeing the shining light in the deepest abyss. A friendly face in the madness, events crushing her. Someone coming far, withstanding her painful experiences. Her heart wishing for a rest, a heavy burden on her shoulders, a person carrying the hopes and dreams of others in her hands.

“Stay close to me, okay?” glancing back to her, slightly lowering his head.

"B—but...I will only get in the way..." Uncertainty from her.

"You are not dying on my watch, remember this if anything." His calm voice.

"Huh...? What do you mean...?"

"If you go into battle conflicted, you will surely perish. Cast aside your fears, your doubts, those will simply hasten your demise. Even as bleak as this situation seems, there is always a way. You just gotta find it." Confidence from him.

Taking his words to her heart, carefully thinking on them. Internalizing his message, his will ringing through her. The deity facing her, his hand on his waist, soon extending his offhand to her. The god brightly smiling at her, filling her with hope. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, a chance always existing.

"It ain't over till it's over, so don't you go givin' up, okay?" his gentle tone.

A pleasant individual glowing in the darkness, one continuing on with a smile. This person reminding her of someone, unable to clarify their identity. Feeling a hole within her, her desire to know.

Shortly returning a similar grin to him, nodding in agreement. The two shaking the other's hand, their eyes soon to the intensifying battlefield. The maiden's great will to press on, someone treading in the blackest abyss.

"I'm Valor by the way." Informing her.

The deity's blade in his hand, both feeling the chilling wind blowing through. A great war on them, this never ending conflict. One with him, these swirling sentiments inside of him.

The last survivor from a few, an individual pushing far. A person not bending to their challenge, forcing onward in the harsh tides, two aligning hearts in the insanity.

"Let's go, Maria." Glancing back to her.

"Right." She agrees.

—Present Time—

Cyra's hand to her chest, memories forever burning inside of her. Two against the worlds, bliss in those old times. Companions constantly extending their hand to the other, smiling in unlikely scenarios.

More existing within them, this night leading her further back. Uneasy sentiments inside of her, the young woman reaching after her past.

“This is a wrong I have committed, and I will right it. However, I have to know what is further back. I hope you can forgive my selfishness my friend…” Sorrow from her.

Darkness blanketing this realm, horror around every corner. An enormous wrong weighing on her, yet something more coming from it. The bleeding moon in the sky, its guiding light in the dusk.

The maiden pressing ahead in this despair, her uncertainty to face the past. Enduring the sadness, her need to know the truth. These sentiments leading her forward, her vision on her path.

"There is much I must do, including learning about the reason for your disappearance. Wait for me, old friend…”

Her wings no more, her weapon elsewhere. A person needing to reclaim both, someone selfishly running down her path. Her rising will, seeking after her past.

The young woman heading off into the dusk, enemies growing by the minute, this never ending terror. A war born from one's desires, setting into motion from their vulnerable moment.

Old friend...just like you have guided me before, I am positive you are doing the same now. There is much I have to do, there is much I need to know…