Two mirroring hearts, these guiding sentiments within her. An entity refusing to remain silent, moving closer to her target. Remembering her friend's pain, his last words to her.
Many devils rushing at her, the deity swiftly striking them. Spilling his icy energy, solidifying them in an inescapable prison of ice. Shortly plunging his katana into the land, stretching a massive glacier to the sky.
Cyra quickly racing onward, running along her black road. Shadowy hands pursuing her, those red eyes around her.
Fangs surrounding her, drawing closer to her. Keeping her focus on the slim light, her hastily beating chest. Enemies closing in on her, the maiden connecting her line.
Striking through them, crushing them in her pure energy. Devils falling to the land, their blood soaking the ground. The demon heading further, eventually finding herself in a valley. This chillingly cold icy area, the rocky terrains around her.
Countless angels lifelessly scattering across the ground, their efforts wrapping in the desires from one. Their memories not with them, pointlessly losing their lives in a Great War.
The young woman walking through the dreadful field, her vision on one after another. Their figures beyond recognition, her attention on the fiend responsible, her comrades similarly suffering.
Shortly hearing a whip hitting the earth, ceasing her steps. The maiden's vision ahead, seeing Lust and his numerous ferocious pets. Griffins, Lions, Hellhounds, and many more.
"Oh? It's you, the wandering angel. I suppose it's my lucky day heh heh. I guess this means I get to kill another one of Odin's lapdogs." Excitement in his eyes.
Feeling his secreting negative energy, ascertaining her target. The maiden standing in the horrific field, slightly lowering her head. These swelling sentiments within her, reflecting towards her friends.
Kain's final wish to her mind, a demon carrying the hopes and dreams of others. An immense weight on her, slowly exhaling the frosty air.
"I have found you...Lust..." Coldly looking to the Accursed.
A few betting on a chance for freedom, blissfully proceeding together. Everything slipping away from them, her companions trembling in their last moments. An entity failing them, her flowing ill sentiments.
Her selfish decision washing them away in the madness, her stabbing emotions. The individual soon straightening herself, rising to her challenge. Standing on her side, aiming her blade at her enemy.
"You will not be walking away from me, that I can guarantee..." Glaring at him.
"Is that so? I guess we will see." Lust smugly smiling.
A demon walking along her black route, those shadowy arms wrapping around her. Forcefully ripping them away, the maiden reaching for the faintly shining light.
Touching the warmth, pentagrams instantly surrounding her. Black chains binding her, crushing her in its immense force. Her secreting malice, her spilling darkness, breaking the seal.
Her spreading negativity, blanketing the worlds in the dreadful night. Revealing the crimson moon, its red light shining down on her. The Accursed stepping away, feeling her overflowing energy.
Her harshly crushing pressure, unleashing what is within. Cyra raising her head, soon closing her eyes. The devil putting away her weapon, taking in these feelings.
"There is not much time. Fine, this is enough..."
One from old emerging once more, her harshly burning fury. Little time with her, a seal trying to rebuild itself. This endless dusk, an individual displaying her feverish heart, crushing the area in her pressure.
The bleeding moon shining down, cursing countless in its light. At the time, Valor clashing against his foes, imprisoning them in an icy tomb.
Many bodies piling around, others in ice. Shortly standing there, his eyes above. A familiar powerful presence, the deity turning to the maiden's direction.
"Cyra..."
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His companion coming into actuality again, revealing her heart, blanketing the realms in an eternal night. Many screaming souls, fiends bearing witness to the occurrence.
The Dark Lord's eyes to the crimson moon, noticing the shift around him. Another able to rival him, this one suddenly entering the field. Observing his lesser servants, none listening to him.
"Envy, find the cause of this. To think there is another out there, whose influence can override my own..." Hades stern vision.
"I might have an idea..." The knight heading onward.
An old one emerging again, her enormous display. Little time with her, these feverish emotions yearning to go free. A devil desiring to bring meaning to her companions demise, damaging a strong seal.
High above, in the Heavenly Realm. A city in darkness, confusion from the many inhabitants, their uneasy voices. Those within the palace, the deities looking out the window. Shortly facing the All-Father, trembling at the occurrence.
"Is it Hades...?" Freya resting her hand on her chest.
"No...this is Cyra. Her seal...she somehow broke free, unleashing an unusual amount of power..." Odin's grim expression.
The All-Father's chilling words, a great demon displaying her sentiments. Odin's mind on a mural, its constantly plaguing image in his mind.
Freya looking to the window, believing in the maiden's possibility. Two old friends finding their way back to the other, creating a miracle in the night.
From below, souls screaming in the icy field. Cyra revealing the blades from her boots, crashing down into her foes. Sending the animals afar, her shocking pressure crushing the field.
Malice burning from her, the unsettling situation to Lust. The Accursed smashing his whip into the land, directing his uneasy pets to her.
The demon slightly lowering her stance, locking onto her target. Unveiling the blade in her gauntlet, soon connecting her line.
Bursting through, spilling blood in the distance. Many lifelessly falling, the fiend's increasing unrest. The young woman shortly standing straight, shifting her attention to the blood moon.
"What are you...?" his cold voice to her.
"I am the embodiment of corruption itself."
Embracing her selfishness and imperfections, becoming corruption itself. The Bringer of Demise, a great being sending the worlds to the brink of ruin, all for a chance to grasp her deepest desire. Many living off her tragedies, a demon descending into despair, sealing away for five hundred years.
That one amongst them again, reaching after her goal, displaying her furious soul. Malice bleeding out from her, shaking her enemy. Cyra slightly sliding her foot, dashing to her foe.
"Everything I had done, it will not be silenced here!" Lust powerfully shouting.
A fiend taking bliss in his foe's demise, faithfully serving underneath his lord. One coming in, blanketing the worlds in her malice, unleashing true horror on him. Her nearing blade, the fiend's rushing whip.
Wrapping around her arm, crushing her. The maiden adjusting her footing, firmly holding her stance. A dragon nearing from above, its sharp fangs towards her.
Gripping her sword, swiftly piercing upward. Plunging it through its skull, blood splashing in the distance, some landing on her. The lifelessly falling enemy, Cyra calmly looking onward, putting away her blade.
"Impressive really, but so long as I have your arm like this, you are quite limited." Lust chuckling.
One in darkness for years, constantly withstanding sorrow. Her never ending torment, showing her pain in the eternal dusk.
A seal rapidly rebuilding itself, little time on her hands. Malice seeping out of her, the many animals lowering themselves.
The Accursed unable to command them, his increasing unrest. The maiden plunging her hand into the earth, crushing the ground. Negative spikes racing through, impaling countless, raising them high.
Blood streaming along its dark length, the steadily fading force. Cyra sharply looking ahead, the Accursed's whip tightening around her arm.
"You will feel our pain..." Her cold tone.
A general bringing down many enemies, one strongly resisting him, someone never encountering this before. A devil's enormous display, an individual racing against the clock.
A seal trying to suppress her, her soul yearning to stay free for a bit longer. Dashing to her target, instantly rendering her knee into his stomach. Knocking the wind out of him, his whip unwrapping from her.
Immediately grabbing her target, slamming his back into her knee. Hearing his sounding scream, shortly throwing him afar. The Accursed on the ground, shakily looking at her.
"Time is short, I need to make haste." Her strict vision ahead.
"Where did this one come from...?" Lust slowly standing up, his uneasy eyes ahead.
A heart seeking what is inside, her wish to share in bliss with her family again. Her unquenchable sorrow, revealing the sinister darkness in her.
Lust's increasing rage, bursting through the field. Shortly before her, rapidly assaulting her with his whip. Binding the maiden in his might, his devious smile at her.
"You are trapped, what now?" crushing her.
"You are mistaken, you are stuck with me." Sharply looking at him.
Her chilling words ringing through him, feeling her spreading malice. Surrounding them both in it, releasing her negative power. Its massive force strongly squeezing him, his loud shrill in the dusk.
Immediately releasing her, stepping away from the maiden. Cyra grabbing his whip, the Accursed uneasily looking at her. Instantly flinging him high, bashing him hard into the area around her. Rubble flying into the air, soon throwing him afar.
One once filling with love, everything slipping out her hands. Enduring her torture for years, countless living off her tragedies. Losing a precious few, these spilling sentiments from her.
Cyra pursuing her foe, her illusive steps. Striking him from one end to the next, soon hitting him above. Darkness concentrating around him, watching him fall towards her.
Swiftly colliding through him, releasing the black force. An enormous explosion tearing through, shredding the area, the fiend crashing down behind her.
The shortly clearing smoke, her presence in front of him on her side. Witnessing him shakily rising to his knee, aiming her blade at his neck, her piercing cold gaze paralyzing his movements.