One from the deepest abyss awakening for a bit, sounding her soul in the everlasting night. Her friends laughter to her mind, those bright individuals placing their faith in her.
The young woman's boiling rage, someone damaging her restraints. A great devil born underneath crimson light, furiously displaying her spirit for a moment.
A calamity on the worlds, a demon nearly driving the realms to ruin. Two choices in her hands, an entity choosing her family over innumerable lives.
Cyra betting on the slim chance, strongly sounding her soul. A devil tearing down her obstacles, giving hope onto numerous. Everything slipping out of her hands, these sentiments locking away at her depths.
A calm moment at last, two in the quiet valley. The young woman observing the damage, her distant gaze to the many dead angels.
Memories branding on her, her deep hatred. Kain's echoing words within her, a person needing to unravel the mysteries from her past.
The steadily setting sun, Cyra slightly looking back to the god behind her. A never settling heart, someone continuously seeking out her desires.
An entity walking in the deepest abyss, the trailing shadowy hands pursuing her. Her vision on the slim light, the many secrets surrounding her.
Stopping her movements, looking ahead to the Knight of Darkness, his echoing voice inside of her. Shortly continuing ahead, passing the fading man.
"I have some questions." Her hand on her waist.
The knight's words ringing through her, her mind on the missing pieces in her life. Hearts parallel to one another, both reflecting one in the shadows.
An entity bringing the worlds to the brink of ruin long ago, someone reaching for her desires. A devil defying the gods, shouting her soul in her feverish path.
"Of course, how can I help?" Valor's hand behind his head.
Two once venturing the realms together, experiencing their vast lives. Both cherishing one another, tackling their challenges along the way.
Their eventually separating worlds, the young woman's desperate direction, a person reaching for the endless sky again.
Her feverish direction, powerfully sounding her spirit, bringing about the Day of Ruin. Envy's echoing words in her, her wish to learn about her past.
"What did Envy mean?" her serious tone to Valor.
One existing underneath an ageless moon, her presence below the crimson light. An entity revealing for a bit, displaying her heart.
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A seal trapping her again, the floating orb no longer acknowledging her. The deity slightly looking away, a sigh leaving him, carefully forming his words.
"You may have noticed your capabilities by now, or at least by a bit." His eyes to her.
Quietly thinking on his words, her flowing experience. Reacting on instinct, withstanding Ares test, the maiden meeting a mighty beast on the battlefield.
A demon clashing against her challenges, her unwavering resolve, an entity carrying fragments in her. Small instances to her mind, the young woman biting her lower lip.
"It links to your birth, this is one reason I can think of why Odin dragged you from the pits." Slightly looking away.
An important message to her, the maiden wondering on it. A god pulling her from the depths, taking away her memories. Cyra walking in the darkness, her friend's echoing words in the plane.
Needing to reclaim her memories, a blurry individual from afar. Walls mirroring around her, reflecting her. The demon's deep loneliness, her aching heart. Valor carefully proceeding, omitting some information, his mind on the eternal night.
"What else can you tell me?" folding her arms, her vision on him.
"Nothing much. I do know, that you have fought against some of the most horrifying monsters out there." Turning to his side, his hand on his chin.
A great demon tackling her trials, surpassing her many challenges. Shakily proceeding along her path, keeping her eyes on her goal. Someone clashing against fierce enemies, falling numerous times, yet getting up stronger than before.
An entity enduring the weight on her pysche, wrapping others in a warm hope. The god remembering her struggles, her despair crushing him beneath its full force.
"Why did Envy speak those words? I am certain it has relevance in why Odin has been desperate to capture me." Cyra's slightly sharp gaze on Valor.
Pieces on the board, the demon slowly fitting them in place. An entity drawing closer, searching for answers in the thick mist. Endlessly walking along her sorrowful path, withstanding the agony in her soul.
A deity wishing for her happiness, constantly seeing his companion pushing forward. Her sentiments still ringing through him, her strongly sounding heart.
"All I really know, is that you have nearly driven the Nine Worlds to destruction." Lowering his head a bit, his sad eyes.
His chilling message to her, those words grabbing at her. One long ago filling with love for the worlds, her steadily crumbling life.
A devil living in torment for years, the maiden no longer willing to endure, desiring to spread her wings. Cyra breaking those chains, sprinting out deep into the abyss with her shaky wings.
Her powerful resolve shaking the worlds, a deity bearing witness to her development. The young woman stepping back a bit, resting her hand on her chest, slightly looking away.
"Hey, that is in the past, this is the now." Facing the demon, his gentle tone to her.
Her attention to him, witnessing his smile towards her. These swirling sentiments within her, the maiden's desire to learn the truth from her past, trusting his message. A constantly suffering heart, one choosing to give up everything, saving a precious small one to her heart.
"Whatever the past holds, we'll get through it. For now, we should head back." Folding his arms.
Grasping some knowledge in her hands, yet more still remaining out there. Mysteries shrouding the maiden, a person walking along her path.
Mirrors surrounding her, her fading images changing to strange blurs. Her eyes ahead, a familiar one guiding her onward.
Shadowy arms trailing the floor, soon rushing at her. Those hands grabbing her, Cyra forcing against its pull. Ripping them away, running forward.
The entity shortly lowering her head, holding her upper arm. Odin's purpose for targeting her, the answers resting in her past, her suspicion towards Valor.
My past, I have to reclaim it. If I do not, then I cannot bring meaning to the demise of my friends. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow...I must continue on...