Endless emotions in the mysterious night, flowing along an eternal stream. Old desires clawing its way to the surface, a feverish heart pushing forward. A person fearing the past, yet slowly moving ahead.
Steadily reclaiming her missing pieces, seeing a way out of the dusk. Two halves once whole, one of innocence, another of malice. The weak young woman, yet infinite potential resting within her. A sinister darkness lingering inside of her, binding to her memories in the past.
Cyra standing in the ruinous area, a strange energy at her depths. Her building feelings, intense pain striking her mind. Stepping back a bit, gripping the side of her head. Sentiments rushing through her, powerfully grabbing at her, the maiden falling to her knee.
What is this pain...? Why...again...?
Malice and divinity wrapping around her, these boiling feelings slowly coming to the surface. Weirdly recognizing them in some way, an event gripping at her heart. Her growing desires, these strongly increasing with each moment. Unable to suppress them, her sounding soul.
A terrible battlefield, a lake not far from it. The shining sun reflecting off of the water, a young woman from a distance. Countless bodies lifelessly piling everywhere, this entity standing against numerous. Facing down her challenge, displaying her feverish resolve.
Her enormous shadowy claw of a dragon, darkness ripping away at her. Sharply looking at her foe, her thickly secreting malice. Devouring the negative energy around her, fueling her own power. Staring down a mighty dragon, soon bursting onward.
Breaking away from the memory, returning into actuality. Her slowly subsiding pain, soon rising to her feet. Her eyes on her hand, seeing it shaking a bit. A person understanding some of it, the darkness within her.
An individual willing to embrace her imperfections, selfishly pushing forward. Steadily walking along her black route, moving closer to her past.
"That event...was that...?"
Her steadily rising fear, that memory of a claw. Malice emitting from the person, innumerable falling enemies. Those high emotions, their deep hatred, despair, many sentiments flowing through the individual.
One traveling in the deepest abyss, embracing corruption. A black heart arriving at the depths of oblivion, grabbing hold of a power far beyond countless imagination. A heart yearning for what is within, reaching after the slimmest light. Cyra's quickly beating chest, the maiden unable to stop shaking.
Is that...?
An entity standing in the black abyss, mirror walls around her. Her eyes to one part, crimson eyes surroundings her. Stepping back a bit in shock, soon seeing them vanish in an instant.
Her hands to her chest, glancing behind in unease. Shortly shifting her attention ahead, looking at the light at the end of the nightmare. The maiden's eyes on a path leading towards the court of the castle, soon moving in the direction.
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Her hesitant steps, reaching after the past. Eventually finding herself in an enormous area, statues of the late king and his knights lining the fences. Her eyes to a massive dark crystal at the center, that strange object pulling her towards it.
"What is this doing here...? I am starting to see how Hades came to this world..." Her stern expression.
An object breaking normal boundaries separating each world, the maiden slowly fitting together the pieces. Hades using this crystal, yet something more to it, her certainty on another triggering point.
Cyra standing on her side, directing Reviver at the object. The thick air, a crimson mist rolling in. A voice penetrating her mind, her slightly shaking eyes.
Why do you hide?
"Why do I hide...?" carefully thinking on the question.
One fighting the corruption within her, a soft heart constantly against the tides. Someone concealing in the shadows, revealing great malice to the surface. These uneasy feelings within the maiden, her slow movements in the darkness.
Her hand towards the truth, a person continuously turning back. The young woman looking ahead, seeing the red mist concentrating around the crystal, her increasing unrest.
No matter how much you hide, the sins you have committed will never go away, and you know this...
Slightly looking down, these ringing words within her. An individual's deep sins, constantly wondering on the gap in her life. Two different sides of the same coin, both reflecting one.
Desperately moving ahead, carrying her tormenting emotions. Walking along her lonely path, her gripping frustration. Actions haunting Cyra, these forever following her. Malice emitting from her body, its powerfully flowing force.
Stop fighting what you are. An abomination, the enemy of the worlds, remember that.
"Don't listen!" another voice yelling, penetrating her mind.
Her wide eyes, hearing their message. Shaking her head from left to right, feeling the stifling air. The violently vibrating land, the crystal's immense pressure crushing down on her.
A person continuing onward, carrying her sins with her. Pushing forward in the despair, resisting her foes. An old resolve steadily surfacing, her slowly settling darkness, shifting her eyes onward.
"Do not concern yourself with anything that thing has to say...end it! Before it is too late!" that voice urging her.
Closing her vision, losing herself in her black mind. Shortly seeing a faint memory, a grassy field beneath the shining sun. Valor standing below a tree, the gently blowing breeze in the area.
Cyra embracing this feeling, soon opening her vision. Revealing her pure wings once more, expanding them afar. Many materializing devils, these foes hastily swarming her. Immediately lifting off the ground, narrowly avoiding their assaults.
The maiden floating high in the air, sharply directing Reviver at her enemies. Shortly raising the staff, twirling it in her hand. Electricity surging through her body, soon transferring it to her weapon.
"I will not be stopped here." Her solemn tone.
Sparks spiraling around her, shortly generating it into physical form. Unleashing the divine lightning on her targets, crashing the field in its wrath, ripping away at the place. Devils screaming, the electricity breaking apart the earth, rubble flying everywhere.
Many burning foes, countless washing away in a pure light. The soon clearing force, Cyra descending to the ruins of the court. Pure feathers falling from above, showering the land in its bliss. The maiden touching down on the ground, dispersing her wings.
What did it mean...? What sins have I committed other than this...? And what did it mean...calling me the enemy of the worlds...?
Questions plaguing her mind, feeling truth in the crystal's words. A person venturing into the dusk, fearing the answers from her past. Slowly putting together the pieces, needing to grasp these again. The maiden observing her surroundings, soon spotting the familiar one from before.
That vampire from a distance, a strange one revealing himself again. Shifting her gaze to the velvet moon, watching the slowly moving clouds. An entity feeling her great sins, steadily accepting them, many emotions inside of her.
I wish to unravel my past, I must do so. Ever since the night started, these events have been coming together. Still, I must take priority in finding him.