Two meeting in days of joy, one from highness, the other walking the earth. Different they may have been, but that has been okay. A bond developing, emotions forming. A smile of brightness, despair steadily setting in. An arrangement of a marriage, companions drifting apart. Torment for countless years, one seeking release. No matter so, a child holding dear to a mother. That process of equivalence but a failure, her spirit breaking. Darkness endlessly surrounding, Cyra floating in that space. Timeless it is, trapping her in place. Those senses of the devil having some awareness, everything of vagueness.
It is so very dark...
A realm without light, one residing in the deepest of abyss. A heart in bondage, her soul incapable of resisting. Exhaustion throughout those many years, agony gripping at her. Confusion in her purpose, an old friend freeing her from that torment. No matter so, an existence materializing elsewhere. An endless loop, that maiden pondering the reality of death. Her mind drifting from one place to the next, that daughter perhaps living out her eternity in such a place. Disturbing it is, that maiden believing there is more. Fear grabbing at her, that one refusing to awaken. Sorrow following her for so long, Cyra wishing for an end to it all.
Perhaps death is my salvation...
Misfortune of a life, endless conflict consuming her. Desires never reaching fulfillment, those years of the past lingering inside of her. One living in misery, joy no more than a dream. An existence of torment, a child being her faint light of hope. Even so, feelings unable in bearing it any longer, that devil devising a plan. Even if it shall mean her end, at least her daughter will be able to live a better existence. That of her desire, yet her plan falling apart. That night so long ago, a nightmare following her. Reality setting in place, those times of happiness coming apart.
Awaken...
A voice calling out to her, that young woman feeling her stomach churning. Someone whispering into her ear, trying to awaken her. A heart at an unrest, that soul desiring for an end. Many years going by, one barely living an existence. That one walking in the deepest of abyss, her voice unable in reaching another. Sorrow setting in, agony clawing away at her. Escaping of an impossibility, that demon continuously moving. Fear never leaving her, this moment of her wish. Even if herself is no more, that is far better than those experiences. Listening to the voice, unsettling emotions coming over the maiden.
I know you are afraid, but this is not your time. There is still much more to do...
"Much more to do...? Why can you not let me rest...?" Cyra depressingly thinking.
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A heart in bondage, her soul shackling down. Emotions ever so deep inside, feelings resisting this influence. One wishing for an end, away from her torment. Years upon years of anguish, despair clawing away at her. A way of release coming, even so, a voice calling out to her. That mysterious one becoming louder with each passing moment, Cyra's expression tensing. Her vision slowly opening, some light taking to her eyes. That young woman finding herself in a mysterious place within the depths of the night, her vision slightly at an unrest. Sitting up, surveying her surroundings, a mouldy walkway ahead. Standing from the ground, that maiden looking around. Grass fading in each direction, death and decay high in the air. Trees falling apart, tombstones for many miles.
A cemetery it is, the young woman coming to this conclusion. Holding the side of her head, trying to make sense of the situation at hand. Memories of haziness, the reason for her residing in such a place. Carefully thinking, remembering her encounter with Valor. That devil losing her battle with him, her demon sword impaling inside of her chest. Continuing her observation of the area, her weapon nowhere in sight. Resting her vision upon her wrist, her gauntlet of no use. That weapon suffering destruction during her battle with the supreme deity, her options of limitation at this point.
Positioning her arms in a thinking posture, weaponless she is. Enemies around any corner, no matter so, for now she will have to be cautious. Lowering her hands to her side, walking onward. Agonizing this may be, continuing once more. One seeking an end, yet that cannot be. A voice awakening her, that devil searching for a way out of the Realm of the Dead. Making her way up a short stairway, finding herself on higher grounds. That maiden moving onward, resting her eyes upon a tombstone. Confusion expressing from her, words not existing there. A place of strangeness, that maiden looking away, adjusting her arms in a thinking manner.
"Something is strange here...why is it blank...? Maybe it is just this one..." Uneasiness coming over her.
Infinite in mystery this place is, unsettling emotions coming over her. An abyss leading her even further in, that heart desiring for an end. No matter so, that maiden pressing through even the harshest of times. Days so long ago, torment upon her heart. Turning away from the tombstone, heading back down the stairway. That devil standing at the end, looking around the area. A light brightly emitting from a distance, Cyra resting her eyes in the direction. Unnerving this is, but no doubt her only way forward. One seeking a way of leaving, the secret of this realm having that answer.
Making her way towards the shining light, the wind growing colder with each passing moment. Malevolence thickening all around her, that young woman enduring its crushing pressure. Arriving at a deteriorating stairway, that maiden ceasing her actions for a second. Her eyes upon the glowing tombstone ahead, a powerful force grabbing at her. Countless years of conflict, another one coming at hand. A heart seeking release, a soul shackling down. Torment consuming her, this place of her banishment. No matter so, that will to resist slowly taking hold.
What is this malevolence...? It is staggering...can I really handle this...? There seems to be no other alternative, and I am long out of options. If an enemy does emerge, hopefully I can combat it...