Memories of those distant days, a paining heart. Actions most reprehensible, a mother reaching her hand out, exchanging her existence for the survival of her child. No matter so, that process falling apart. These events so long ago, confusing it is to the young woman. One from highness, another walking the earth. Friends of closeness, hearts in bondage. One seeking the endless sky, even if it shall mean an end. A child following her mother, that brief freedom coming to a conclusion. Despite it all, that love existing for her own.
"Do you remember now?" Valor gently questions.
Pain grabbing at her heart, mixtures of emotions flowing through. That clashing deep inside of her, discrepancies within her memories. Frustration taking hold of her, those eyes trying to see the truth of it all. Those events inside of the Tower of Time, days of the past. A smile most bright, those times of joy going away. Sorrow deep inside, agony rising to the surface. That deity resting his vision upon her, witnessing the maiden gripping his blade with her hand. One seeking answers, those events making little sense. Two sets of memories, both in combination.
"Huh...?"
That edge of his blade cutting into her hand, blood seeping through. Victor floating forward a bit, witnessing the resilience of a demon. That maiden slowly removing the katana from her chest, blood slowly pouring out. Malevolence brightly burning from the young woman, Valor's vision of unease. That darkness wildly raging, turning into pure white energy. Blood gushing out of her chest even more, that maiden desiring answers. Those eyes being a mixture of pain and anger, agony gripping at her. A process of equivalence, the end result of a soul shattering.
"These memories...who...am I...?!"
Discrepancies inside of her memories, events from a time not of her own. No matter so, pleasure coming from those feelings. Pain deep within, her voice of agony. Those eyes requiring answers, anger extending from them. Removing the blade from her chest, that young woman taking a step back, dashing away from the god. That maiden standing from a distance, Valor desperately taking a step forward. That deity trying to reach, one so far inside of the abyss. Eyes of sorrow looking up in the blackness of it all, that god diving towards her. Tides of harshness, his distressing vision in her direction.
"Please...enough of this...!" Valor pleading.
Cold the rain is feeling, heavy the air is. Hearts at an unrest, that young woman extending her blade. That deity hanging his head low, his heart screaming out. The maiden rushing at him, the god despising every moment of this. Maria approaching him, swiftly striking at the deity. Valor intercepting her assault, those eyes of crimson and azure meeting with one another. Sorrow expressing from his vision, a two point strike sending her weapon flying high. Resting her eyes above, uneasiness revealing from the maiden. Valor vanishing, materializing above the demon sword, locking onto the hilt. His foot connecting into the hilt of the blade, that weapon racing straight in her direction, regret deep inside of his eyes.
"Sorry..."
Her vision of devastation, that sword approaching, colliding into her chest. Those eyes of the young woman widening, trembling in shock. Everything crashing down all around her, those years of searching for a single one. A demon taking on the worst of the worst, tracking down a deity from the high heavens. Going through that Tower of Time, a battle coming to a conclusion in such a way. Emotions inside of her, the reality of it all coming into her realization. That will slowly fading away, her soul desiring another way.
I...I lost...?
One coming so far, years of fleeing, building herself up for this opportunity. Resilient demons may be, but weak on their own. No matter so, some ascending far beyond their standing. That maiden reaching heights unimaginable, even so, it has still not been enough. Falling back on the ground, laying with her eyes open. Valor landing below, that deity turning from her, his hands shaking in frustration. Hanging his head low, grief expressing from him. A heart in pain, a soul desiring for those times of the past. Raising his weapon to her, wounding her so, this distressing him.
"You are Cyra...a mother who tried to save her daughter...a woman who suffered her entire life. Under the rule of her Demon Tyrant father who arranged a marriage for her. A woman who knew the joys of life despite the ill fate bestowed upon her, a woman who became my best friend..." He speaks with a heavy heart.
"...I...am, Cyra..."
"Right...I only wish this time, it would not have had to end like this..." He falls to his knees.
"I—It is okay, Valor..." She weakly speaks.
Standing from the ground, turning in her direction. That deity walking up to his old friend, time seeming slow all around him. Kneeling to her, those eyes of crimson and azure meeting with each other. So many years going by, those two truly able to be in the presence of one another once more. Emotions ever so deep, feelings from the past making its way into the current day. Extending her hand to him, that god holding it in his own. Dread clearly inside of his eyes, many words he wishes to speak. Even so, well in awareness on his failure.
"I—I tried to save my daughter...but I...I..." Tears welling in her eyes.
"I know...the process failed...and the end result was your very spirit being broken..." He looks away.
"Valor...can you...can you tell me that story one more time...?" she faintly questions.
Even if it is for a moment, this much he can do. That rain cold upon them, Victor floating high above, looking away. Folding his arms, well in awareness that this outcome may have been for the best. A debt he has towards the devil below, no matter so, a prisoner is not a life. That deity resting his painful eyes upon her, remembering that day so long ago. A god telling her of a certain story, her curiosity of the tales of the many worlds. Countless places existing out there, this bringing her much joy. A request of a dear friend, one that he cannot deny.
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"O—of course..."
"Long ago...there were two beings of a different world. One of the high heavens, one of the world below. The two races would stand in opposition of each other, but then one day. That of the high heavens...would venture down in search of adventure, and they would meet the one of the world below. They would connect as soon as they met, and would travel far and wide. Time went on, and their joy seemed to be an endless dream...yet all dreams will come to an end. That of the world below will have to say farewell to that of the high heavens. The one from the high heavens...tried and express their long held emotions, no matter so, their words going unspoken. The being from the world below in much disappointment turns away, saying farewell before leaving forever..." Valor depressingly reciting.
"Ho—how funny huh...how our lives can mirror that of a mere story..." She weakly smiles.
"Indeed...Cyra..." He agrees.
More tears filling the eyes of the young woman, that deity of foolishness inside of the past. Two meeting so long ago, one from the high heavens, another walking the world below. Best of friends they are, despite their differences. A certain night coming, words never leaving the one from so high. That one from the land saying her farewell, both walking away from the other. A wrong of the past, that smile going away, only returning for a moment. Resting her eyes upon her old friend, that devil holding her index finger to his lip's. Those eyes of Valor in confusion upon her, Cyra slowly nodding her head in refusal.
"It is a bit pointless to say...what was meant that night...after all...my time...is—"
Her voice fading, that smile of faintness. Even if it has been for a second, this no less enough. Hearts uniting once more, sharing one more moment. Pleasureful it has been, another meeting after a thousand years. Those eyes of the deity widening in horror, that god feeling her hand losing resistance. Tears welling within his vision, those nightmares becoming reality once again. A god desperately trying to think of a solution, that day so long ago. One keeping from a distance, awaiting the time of her return, only for this to happen.
"—over now...farewell...Val...I am...so happy...to have met you once again..." She tiredly states.
"Cyra...!"
A night so long ago, that blood moon of highness in those days. A flowery field haunting their nightmares, words never reaching the other. Her voice fading by the moment, Valor feeling her hand growing cold, his stomach churning. Fear building inside of him, his heart desperately pounding within his chest. That deity resting his vision upon her, those eyes of crimson and azure gazing at each other. That young woman brightly smiling at him, his eyes widening even more. Her resistance fading away faster with each moment, her smile growing weaker.
"Perhaps...in another life...things can be different, where we can say what we really meant...that night..." Cyra states in her final breath.
Those words meeting his ears, his heart paining him. A chill running down his spine, that vision of the deity witnessing a tear falling from her eye. That head of the young woman turning, Valor resting his vision on her in devastation. That tear drop hitting the ground, the deity quickly holding her in his arms. Desperation taking hold of him, that old friend shaking her. A bond for so many years, those times of joy slipping away. A smile of joyfulness upon her face, two hearts sharing one final moment.
"Cyra...! Cyra!!" Valor urgently shaking her, tears filling his vision.
"Cccyyyrrraaa!!!" the deity screaming out, tears spilling from his eyes.
That day so long ago, a deity reliving a nightmare from the past, witnessing her head turning to her side. Valor quietly sobbing, those tears turning loud. That god screaming out, a mixture of emotions flowing through him. Victor floating ever so high, remaining silent. Infinite in mysteries the worlds are, a bond existing between the most unlikely. That god standing from the ground, resting his eyes upon his old friend. That smile on her face, agony inside of his eyes. Extending his hand to the demon sword Lævateinn, malevolence refusing in allowing him access. Valor pulling his hand away, resting his vision on the blade.
"There is no point, she is long gone, at least let me take her back to that place..." He depressingly speaks
That weapon crying out, Lævateinn refusing to move. A demon sword holding one of dearness, those numerous years of working with her. Even through the harshest of conflicts, Valor understanding this well. That pain inside of the weapon, that deity cooperating with it. Kneeling to his old friend, lifting her within his arms. That demon sword keeping perfectly still, the god standing from the ground. Turning away, Valor walking onward, carrying the lifeless body of his friend. His head hanging low, a heart of heaviness. One thing resting on his mind, that one place that can bring her joy.
Victor facing away, that angel vanishing. Valor returning to an all too familiar area, that grassy field going on for many distances. A single tree stretching tall, the god standing underneath it. Two meeting so long ago, in that very spot. Victor bracing back from behind the tree, folding his arms. That god burying his companion, his heart paining him with each movement. That light of the sun shining down, eventually the deity rising to his feet. Lævateinn beautifully shimmering, those revolvers hanging from it. His painful eyes, that deity forcing a smile.
"Well...we're back here...sorry it couldn't be any sooner." He slightly looks away.
Blissful this place has been in those earlier times, an unlikely meeting between two. Despite their differences, friends they have become. A bond growing closer, emotions developing. No matter so, words never reaching the other. However, both understanding well. That painful smile of the god turning into complete anguish, a sick joke it is. One living through the demise of his old friend twice, agonizing it is. Turning away from her, unable in bearing this sight any longer. A moment it has been, that deity wishing for more time. Even so, reality having another hand to play.
"Farewell...old friend..."
Victor glancing back, fading away. A demon most worthy in recognition, one wishing to know her more. Even so, those living on the battlefield will eventually die on it. This is something he is well aware of, no matter of how disgusting it is. That deity walking onward, feeling the breeze hitting against him. Memorable this place is, but also painful. An area of her preference, two returning after so long. Days of joy so long ago, one with a smile of brightness. In the end, that one reaching, if only for a moment. A heart in agony, a soul wishing to soar with another.
Sick and twisted this is...to lose her twice. Even so, you would have welcomed death rather than to live as a puppet. Still, why did it have to be by my hands...? Those words...perhaps they were never meant to be spoken. I suppose, this is where we truly part, Cyra. I am done...forget these damned worlds...
That deity walking away, struggling with each step. Cyra underneath the tree, inside of the ground. That demon sword shimmering underneath the light of the sun, her revolvers hanging from it. One leaving the world of the living with a smile, happy that her last moment will have been with her old friend. Rather than continuing living in an illusion, a puppet to her mind, that young woman much preferring death. Even in the wake of difficulties, no matter of the despair, that demon continuing to fight. One triumphing over her enemies, even in the harshest of times, resisting all the way towards the end. That is how Valor is remembering her, one always remaining soft of heart, but ever so valiant.