Those continuously drawing her back into the fire, increasing her agony. These never ending conflicts, her great frustration.
An entity never intending to return, her desire to fade away into the endless plane. Her presence once more on the battlefield, her rising spark within.
"W—wait...!" Lust pleads.
A demon growing in a lawless realm, learning their ways. Her displeasure for the battlefield, enduring its harsh weight. Two reflecting sides, innocence and malice.
These sentiments within, the young woman feverishly pushing onward. Her wish to live her happiest days again, her rapidly rebuilding seal.
"Wait? How funny you say this." Her calm tone.
"I—I was only following orders...!" his hasty voice.
"There was no hesitation in you, I do not take kindly to lying to my face." Inching her blade closer to his throat.
An opponent surpassing him in every way, bearing witness to his end. An entity not bending, displaying her furious soul.
Someone rising to her challenges, yearning to grasp her deepest desire, the battlefield tearing away at her more over the passing time. The Accursed glancing to her blade, blood streaming down the side of his face.
"I...—"
"—You are what? You are sorry?" slightly raising her voice.
Images branding in her mind, hearing her friend's dying words. A foe brutalizing his enemies, ignoring their crying voices.
Actions continuously testing her, revealing her black soul. Her deep anger at the fiend, remembering her comrades smiles, their laughter in silence.
"I believe it is time we part. Farewell, Lust." Her chilling tone.
Some happiness coming into her life, everything slipping away in a hellish war. An entity wishing to bring meaning to her companions demise, her desire to connect these sentiments.
Cyra raising her sword, her boiling hatred. Lust's wide eyes, seeing her harshly emitting malice, the force spiraling around her blade. An approaching energy from afar, the maiden instantly adjusting her stance.
Swiftly striking at it, releasing a black wave. These violently reacting assaults, tearing apart the area. Firmly holding her ground, the Accursed flying across the field.
"AAAAHH!!"
The fiend crashing into the side of the hill, rubble descending below. The Accursed shortly following, great wounds on him.
The slowly clearing smoke, two mighty beings before one another. The Knight of Darkness, another from the abyss.
The man feeling her harsh malice, an entity not faltering to demonization, someone rising above it. A demon embracing what is within, unleashing her devastating power, blanketing the worlds in the eternal night.
"A moment later, and that might have been it for him." Envy extending his spear afar.
An old being before him, one clashing against the weapon of the gods long ago. Someone sealing away the beast along with herself, giving up her deepest desire.
Her never ending heart, that one showing again. Lust rising to his feet, frustratingly looking at her, his shaking body.
Cyra putting away her weapon, soon glancing behind. Her old friend approaching, the maiden softly smiling. A person never changing, the god diving after her.
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Landing on a plane far below, racing after her, running along the endless line. Reaching after her, calling out to her.
Envy lowering his spear, facing away from the maiden. The young woman turning her attention to the Tamer of Beasts, calmly closing her vision.
"Consider yourself fortunate, until next time." Her hand to her chest.
"Lust, we are leaving." Envy's order.
A devil unable to deliver a decisive blow, these frustrating feelings within her. A seal repairing itself, suppressing her nature. Darkness leaving her, one in the abyss again, pentagrams around her.
The maiden's fading memories, her blurry vision. Her companion nearing her, screaming out to her. Leaping forward, passing through her. His trembling vision, the maiden disappearing before him.
Standing still, his attention ahead, witnessing her moving deeper into the black plane. The fading night, sunset shining below.
Echoing screaming souls, decaying trees, this chilling area. Hades bearing witness to the development, his uncertainty on the meaning.
An individual able to override his influence, their presence no longer there. Those above, the confusing situation to them. Deities observing the shift, Odin positioning his arms in a thinking posture.
"So, it was for but a moment...truly frightening..." The All-Father's grim expression.
An encounter releasing the maiden's fury, breaking her seal for a bit. The young woman unleashing her sentiments, crushing her enemy in her terrifying rage underneath the blood moon.
Her little time, someone returning to her seal deep within. Valor standing behind the devil in the valley, her attention on the two enemies.
Tightly gripping her sword, trying to assess the situation. Her hazy memories, the demon's uncertainty on the previous occurrence.
"I suggest for now, we all call it a day." Valor grabbing the hilt of his katana.
Two enemies witnessing a glimpse from the shadows, one enduring heavy injuries. A knight seeing a tiny light, a great being able to bring forward miracles. His many actions over his years, coming far in the endless darkness.
Memories scarring his mind, a helpless one long ago. Cyra slightly glancing back to Valor, soon looking away. Her wish to silence one, yet those missing pieces creating a shift in the battle.
"An abomination she is, a calamity on the worlds. I wonder what will happen this time." Envy walking away.
Keeping his eye on his goal, a way to free himself from the bindings on his soul. One born underneath the crimson moon, a life coming from two from different worlds.
A heart rising to her many challenges, enduring the enormous despair in her life. A soul wandering in the abyss, seeking after what is within.
Someone coming close to her goal, driving the worlds to the brink of ruin. Envy's ringing words within the god, his attention on the meaning.
The deity watching the two leaving enemies, his unrestful heart. Cyra thinking on the message, slightly glancing to Valor. Secrets existing within her, her desire to learn about them.
At the time, far below the worlds. Light cascading over a grassy field, yet underneath it, a sinister energy grabbing Yggdrasil. An enormous tree slowly fading, a beast circling its black scales, its tail wrapping around the object.
The screaming tree, a dragon feeding on the life of the realms. Wrath floating in front of it, noting the brief occurrence before.
An eternal night washing over the worlds, stifling countless monsters. An individual imposing their will, revealing underneath the bleeding moon.
An object shortly fading with the dusk, an unsettling performance gripping him. The Accursed soon focusing his attention on the beast, seeing it glare at him.
"Nidhogg, the beast that feasts upon the life force of the worlds. If I free you from this prison, you can eat all you like." Wrath bowing to it.
A war moving towards its conclusion, hearts pushing onward in the fiery inferno. Feeling the shift in the wind, a new piece stepping onto the board. Someone blanketing the worlds in the night, unveiling the crimson moon after hundreds of years.
Wrath concerning with the occurrence, the fiend needing to bargain with the beast. The dragon thinking on the offer, grinding against Yggdrasil. At the time, in the chilling lands.
Crying souls in the terror, blood staining the battlefield in an icy realm, numerous wandering souls. Two in the valley, the cold breeze against them. Valor behind the maiden, looking down a bit.
"Let us head back..." Cyra lowering her head.
Trying to focus her mind, retracing her steps. These missing parts in her memories, unable to clarify the blur during her battle with Lust.
An entity's great frustration, desiring to bring meaning to her friends demise. Someone unable to do so, the maiden having to let the Accursed go free.
The deity's eyes to her, a person arriving late, yet hope filling him. An individual witnessing her brief return, a demon unleashing her devastating power.
"Yeah...we need a better plan..." Slightly looking away, gripping his arm.
A devil firmly holding on, keeping her enemy in mind. Allowing the result for now, yet her eternally burning soul.
Cyra heading onward, her attention ahead, Valor soon following behind her. A demon walking down her direction, setting her vision on the slim light at the end of the nightmare.
Lust...I will never stop hunting you, not until your life is no more by my hands. For now, there is a larger problem. Those gods are holding information on my past, and I intend to get answers...