Sins of deepness, emotions from days of the past. Two walking away underneath the light of the blood moon, feelings never reaching one another. Hearts chaining down, souls in bondage. That smile going away, despair consuming one for years. A moment coming, that smile revealing once more, questions weighing on the mind of the deity. A chance at hand, that god diving into the depths of the abyss. One walking alone, those eyes of sorrow, a heart indescribably in pain. A hand reaching out, desiring in returning one from the shadows to the surface. A night following two, dreadfulness of her eyes, a parting haunting even now. Two mighty entities clashing against each other, rain pouring down harder, shockwaves shredding the drops of rain before hitting the ground.
Emotions wildly dancing, cold the surroundings are. Feelings at an unrest, memories of those experiences crashing against the young woman. That god resisting the harsh tides, diving even deeper into the abyss. Valor vertically striking down, Maria moving to her side. That deity horizontally attacking, the young woman blocking the assault. Both pressing against the other, those eyes of crimson and azure meeting with one another. One of hatred, the other of hope. Breaking away from the deity, Maria revealing the blade hiding inside of her gauntlet. Valor's heart at an unrest, that young woman having a wide range of capabilities. That devil bringing the blade close to her face, an image reflecting the head of the god.
Dashing towards Valor, that deity confronting her in kind. Weapons meeting, both repeatedly clashing throughout the area. Confusion, fear, hatred, anguish, mixtures of emotions taking hold of Maria. A chance coming at hand, Valor refusing to relent. Slightly moving his head, her blade narrowly passing by his skull. Glancing in the direction, turning his vision to her own, those eyes of the maiden of coldness. Hearts meeting in this game of chance, both desperately laying everything down on the field. Gripping his blade, instantly assaulting the maiden with lightning fast attacks. Devastating the impact his upon her, shattering the blade of her gauntlet. That deity appearing behind her, plunging his katana into the ground, kneeling to the land.
An icy mist shrouding the entire field, quickly freezing it over. That devil bearing witness to this development, the mist thickening, entombing her in a prison of ice. A glacier stretching high into the sky, Victor resting his vision on the object in unease. A deity capable of extraordinary feats, his heart pounding inside of his chest. Turning his attention below, seeing Maria in such a state. Valor standing, sorrow deep inside of his eyes, the god sheathing his blade. That glacier shattering, Maria falling to her knee. Facing in her direction, those eyes of his slightly widening. Pure white energy burning from her body, that familiar one. His skin slowly crawling, a heart in unease. That young woman rising to her feet, her body hanging low.
"Please...just listen..." Valor depressingly pleading.
"There is nothing left to be said..." She extends her sword, glancing back to him.
Those crimson eyes meeting his own, sadness ever so deep. One residing in the deepest of abyss, walking alone for so many years. That god desperately trying to reach, one wishing to right the wrong of the past. Words never reaching one another, many conflicts birthing as a result. Hanging his head low, uncertain on his path forward. That possibility existing, those tides becoming harder to resist. Pushing against the harshness of it all, making his way deeper. Fearing the ending result, his heart clenching far within. Even so, that one from those distant days having her own resolve. That one trusting her old friend in doing what she will wish for, no matter how painful it may be. Dreadful it is, that deity continuing on. Maria facing in his direction, Valor slowly unsheathing his katana. Agony far within, time slowing all around. Valor witnessing the shifting in her eyes, Maria lunging at him.
"Forgive me..." Valor depressingly thinking.
Emotions feverishly dancing, memories of the past connecting in desperation. An old friend descending from high above, returning to the earth. One of dearness residing amongst so many more, distant from the rest. One brightly smiling in days of the past, two tackling the harshest of conflicts together. That night tearing them apart, words of importance never reaching one another. That blade of the young woman approaching his heart, Valor meeting her in kind. Those two weapons closing in, that deity connecting his blade through her own. Those eyes of the maiden slightly widening, her vision resting downward in devastation, that katana through her chest.
"You refuse to acknowledge who you are...who you failed to save." He hangs his head low.
"Da—Dammit...!"
Pain agonizing upon her, those memories making no sense. Emotions flowing through her, that hatred desperately fighting. A devil searching for one for so many years, differences in capabilities showing. Victor floating high in the sky, wondering of Valor's next play. That young woman resting her vision upon the deity, those azure eyes gazing into her own. Sorrow expressing from him, one final stretch to make. That old friend sinking into the depths of the abyss, a god well in awareness on the risk at hand, putting his full faith in her once more.
"Pain, I do not wish to see you within it anymore. Remember who you once were, someone filling with love for the worlds..." He speaks with pitiable eyes upon her.
Who I once was...
"Remember who you are..."
Emotions of deepness, memories within the Tower of Time. Times of joy, companions of closeness. Feelings of familiarity, a heart desiring answers. Discrepancies of the past, her soul shattering. Hanging her head low, her vision blurring by the second. Event slowly unfolding, her soul screaming out from the depths. That one residing in the farthest of abyss, those tides drowning her. An old friend fighting against the harshness of it all, extending his hand towards her. That one refusing to relent, wishing to see that smile once more.
Days so long ago, a thousand years inside of the past. That Tower of Time, feelings of dreadfulness. Maria being but a child, her eyes in devastation upon the sight. Her mother in the arms of Valor, that deity crying out. Slowly stepping away, the girl shaking, unable in rationalizing this event. Her vision on the blood, that trailing to the blade of the god. Valor gently placing down Cyra, that god standing from the ground, facing in the direction of Maria. His eyes of uncertainty, grief of deepness. Resting his eyes on Ardin, soon upon the mother of the child. Hearing movements, that deity turning his attention towards the girl. Maria fleeing, running deeper into the Tower of Time.
"Maria! Maria wait!" Valor desperately calling out.
Racing after the child, that final request of his old friend. His heart wildly pounding inside of his chest, this tower but a deathtrap. Emotions running wild, that god witnessing Maria passing through a portal. That child finding herself in a wide open field, slowly walking forward. Tears from her eyes, holding her hands to her chest. Darkness concentrating from ahead, stopping in her movements, her heart thumping inside of her chest. That Dark Knight taking form, a fiend towering over the small girl. Malevolence burning from the monster, its blade raising high.
"AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!"
Valor entering into the area, walking forward. That deity soon ceasing his movements, his eyes of devastation. His vision resting upon the child, Maria laying in a pool of her own blood. Slowly approaching the girl, his heart sinking even more. That last request of his old friend, her daughter meeting an end in the Tower of Time. Standing there, his hands shaking. Falling to his knees, holding his head, frustration deeply inside of him. Raising his head, Valor screaming at the top of his lungs. That Dark Knight a distance away, looking back at the deity. The fiend facing in his direction, extending its blade of darkness. Valor's eyes on the knight, hatred expressing from him. A heart losing its most precious friend, suffering even the loss of that one's child. Malevolence purely manifesting in front of the deity, that god resting his vision upon it. That energy taking form, his eyes slightly widening.
"Cyra...!"
That one existing inside of the darkness, her smile warm upon him. Sorrow deep inside of the deity's eyes, his vision trailing down to her lifeless daughter. That god lowering his head, Cyra turning from him, her own slightly hanging low. A faint smile expressing upon her, that soul finally embracing freedom. A heart no longer in bondage, even if it has been for a moment. Her eyes upon the Dark Knight, extending her hand. Darkness concentrating, malevolence of blood circling around. That deity looking upon her, witnessing his old friend taking hold of the demon sword Lævateinn. One no longer in the world of the living, rising to the challenge at hand.
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"The pain will only last an instant..." Cyra calmly states.
Valor rising to his feet, watching Cyra walking towards her enemy. That deity resting his vision to the ground, anguish deep inside of him. That Dark Knight raising its blade, negative energy spiraling around it. That darkness building within its weapon, waves of malevolence unleashing upon Cyra. Those eyes of hers of calmness, her own darkness wildly raging. Everything slowing down around her, swiftly swinging her blade, rendering the assault in half. That young woman feeling the waves of energy all around, riding it towards the enemy. Those many particles of energy, Cyra striking through the Dark Knight. A plume of darkness instilling upon its chest, that young woman standing behind it.
Pain excruciating upon it, that devil barraging the enemy with a flurry of assaults, swiftly launching it into the air. That plume upon it expanding, engulfing its entire body. Holding her blade backward, negativity wildly building. Sweeping it across the field, waves of darkness colliding into the knight. Malevolence eating away at it, violently exploding. That enemy falling from above, the maiden raising Lævateinn. The knight impaling upon the sword, those eyes of hers of coldness. Crashing her blade into the ground, releasing the concentration of darkness, violently ripping away at the surrounding area. The Dark Knight fading away into the endless void, that devil facing in the direction of her old friend. Valor walking towards her, tears building inside of his eyes. That demon warmly smiling at him, the god standing before her, his head hanging low.
"C—Cyra...I—I'm so sorry..." He apologizes.
Uncertainty on his words, his old friend residing there. One leaving the care of her child in the hands of her best friend, no matter so, tragedy striking. An unforeseeable occurrence, one that she can never hold him accountable for. That deity always doing his best, even if the heart ache is great. Raising her hand, gently placing it upon his cheek, those eyes of crimson and azure meeting with one another. Moving his hand over her own, agony deep within his gaze. Emotions far inside, feelings remaining inside of a lock, this horrid event.
"There will always come a time in every life where sorrow fills the night. Do not regret...do not lament, I wish for you to remain just the way I knew you. Those many years ago...where our time was most happy together." She softly speaks.
Two meeting so long ago, those of differing worlds. The land and sky confronting one another, limitless it has been. Companions growing closer over the years, feelings developing. Inseparable they have been, tackling the harshest of challenges together. A dream in those times, but most pleasureful. That night coming along, words remaining in limbo, lament stemming from inactions. Those times of happiness, both desiring for the same. Despite it all, reality setting in at some point. A final chance coming into play, yet those words never leaving one another.
"C—Cyra...I...I'm sorry. If I wasn't so spineless...things may have gone differently that night..." He slightly looks away.
A night eternally tormenting them, emotions inside of a lock. One patiently waiting, another too afraid to leave his shell. That blood moon shining its light down in those distant days, agony incomparable. Old friends walking away from one another, their adventures coming to an end. Those days never leaving the two, Valor falling to his knees, holding her hand in his own. Those eyes of azure resting up at her crimson own, his heart desperately seeking for her to remain. That devil well in awareness, understanding this pain all too well.
"Maybe...maybe I can bring you back." He desperately speaks.
"No." She responds in more of a serious tone.
Her voice of softness slightly shifting, that young woman putting her foot down. Painfulness of the situation, Cyra well in awareness on a balance. Sorrowfulness within the eyes of the deity, his heart agonizingly gripping at him. Those times so long ago, both wishing for events of the past once more. Two tackling the worlds together, enjoying the presence of the other. Feelings of purity, companions strongly sharing a bond. That god thinking on any sort of solution, desiring for their lives to return to how it once has been. Cyra's vision light upon her old friend, his heart always in the right place.
"My time is over, everyone will have to face this at one point or another. Some may be longer, some may be shorter." She softly explains.
"But..."
Agony paining the soul, her logic within reason. Even so, one wishing for another chance. No matter of how reprehensible it may be, that god desiring to make things right. That devil kneeling to him, their vision meeting once more. Dread expressing even more from the eyes of the deity, Cyra warmly smiling at her old friend, embracing him. A moment it may be, but those feelings flowing free. Distressing it is, but this no less enough. Unable in saying anything, that god trying to think of a solution. His arms slowly wrapping around her, his heart quivering. Holding her a bit tightly, hoping this is a nightmare and nothing more.
"I know...perhaps one day...we may very well be able to say what we truly meant that night, but now is not the time. It could be a thousand years...but perhaps one day we will meet again. When that time comes...promise me...promise me things will go differently..." Some sorrow extending from her voice.
"I—I promise..." He slightly looks down.
"Thank you..."
Innumerable years it may be, but one day another chance might come around. That night paining them both, those words of Valor bringing her to ease. Even if it will not be for a long time, she will trust him. That demon moving to arms length, placing a gentle hand upon his head. That deity evermore like a child, always returning to his shell when afraid. An extra responsibility if anything, those times of the past flowing through her. Dreadful it is, emotions at an unrest. No matter so, at one point or another, there will have to be a farewell.
"Always remain the way I knew you. That lovable, reckless goofball with a compassionate heart." She brightly smiles at him.
"O—okay...I will..."
"Good...then I can do this with ease..."
"Huh...?"
Those words reaching his ears, confusion inside of the eyes of the deity. That god witnessing Cyra standing from the ground, that mother turning towards the lifeless body of her child. Her vision of sadness, those words being but to set her old friend to some ease. Even if this is her last moment in existence, a most pleasureful one it has been. That devil walking in the direction of her daughter, Valor rising to his feet, following behind her. His skin crawling, uncertainty taking hold of the deity. That demon soon standing in front of her child, Valor residing behind her.
"My daughter still has many more years to live, this is not her time." Cyra holding her hand to her chest.
"Cyra...! You can't be thinking to...!" he takes a step towards her in shock.
"I am still a mother, and a good mother always tries and ensures the lives of her children." She glances back to him.
His hand hesitating, that deity contemplating on what to do. If there is not one issue, there is another. Those words gripping at his heart, that young woman kneeling to the body of her child. Even if it is one final miracle, perhaps it can have some benefit. Her life may have been in torment, but her daughter might be able to live a much better one. Placing a gentle hand upon the head of her child, those eyes in so much horror. A heart no longer in shackles, a soul relishing in freedom for a moment. Emotions in the presence of another, feelings remaining inside of a lock.
"You still have many more years ahead of you, Maria..." She faintly smiles.
Malevolence slowly expanding, brightly burning from Cyra's body. That darkness turning into pure white energy, those eyes of the deity slightly widening, fear building from the pit of his stomach. Everything falling apart by the moment, that companion making the largest of all sacrifices. A mother desiring for her daughter to live, even if it shall mean she herself may no longer exist. A final card to play, a most painful decision. No matter so, that daughter being her light in the deepest of abyss. It may be years, but certainly Maria will be able to live a far better life than herself. That light becoming brighter, Valor reaching for her in desperation.
"C—Cyra!" Valor calling out.
Approaching her, his eyes widening in grief, Cyra's spirit fading away. That energy of his old friend keeping him back, Valor fighting against the influence. Screaming out her name, tears welling in his eyes. Cyra brightly smiling back at him, speaking a few words. That deity shaking his head in refusal, trying to reach her. Inching closer, trying to grab hold of his friend. Her spirit completely vanishing, his hand passing through where she once has been. Those eyes of the god trembling, his hand shaking. Once again failing, the deity looking down, Maria quietly resting. Hanging his head low, a tearful sigh escaping him. Kneeling to the young demon, checking her condition. Valor growing silent, feeling that pulse. That god well in awareness on what she has done, a desperate attempt to save her child, a ritual of equivalence. A tear falling from his eye, hitting the ground.
"Cyra...what am I supposed to do now...? Am I really this useless...? Dammit! DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!!!" he yells, punching the ground beside him.
Those tiles cracking around him, dread extending from the deity. That heart aching, tears overflowing from him. Two meeting so long ago, one from the high heavens, another walking the earth. A confrontation most pleasureful, years upon years of joy. Those times falling apart, words never leaving one another. A smile going away, returning only for a moment. Even so, emotions in the presence of the other once more. Painfulness of the event, a heart in torment. That mother choosing equivalence to save her child, even if it shall mean the most fatal of consequences.