A heart yearning to be free, a soul shackling down. Two once of closeness, drifting apart on a certain night. Years going by, desiring release from her torment. An action of desperation, that one grasping her freedom for a moment. No matter so, those wings not lasting long. Falling back to the land, equivalence but a failure. A spirit shattering, those companions meeting as enemies on the battlefield. Two old friends reuniting, a second it has been. That maiden losing her life, existing in a realm of death and decay. Ascending the stairway, Cyra finding herself on the platform above. Malevolence encircling her, that devil trailing the energy around her. Turning her attention ahead, witnessing a shining tombstone, walking in its direction.

This realm...what exactly is it? I mean, I know I have done nothing deserving to be sent to a place of comfort, but this place...I cannot put my finger on it...

Emotions gripping at her core, feelings most unsettling. A mother falling into the depths of despair, her heart in bondage, her soul desiring for freedom. Even if it shall mean heartache onto one so close, that will to reach out taking hold. Memories mixing together, a spirit breaking. Years upon years of hunting down one, the truth of it all coming into reality. That young woman standing in front of the tombstone, resting her vision upon the inscriptions. A strange assortment it is, even so, a meaning no less. A realm holding so much negativity, death and decay around each corner. A way of escape residing inside of its mysteries, this much she is aware of.

"To fall into despair, to be at the brink of oblivion, only to reach a hand out, and devour the worlds all around. Set out, grab forth, shout your soul Defiler of Souls."

One falling into the deepest of despair, resting on the brink of oblivion. Constantly reaching a hand out, the worlds all around filling with corruption. Those defiling the living and the dead, seeking a path of true freedom. Hungering for what is nigh impossible, an appetite never of satisfaction. That tombstone radiating even brighter, the area intensely vibrating. Cyra taking a step back, looking around her surroundings. Her stomach churning, malevolence concentrating inside of her location. A seal no less, words linking towards a sinister force.

"Of course reading it out loud would have been a bad idea...that fool really rubbed off on me..."

Unsettling emotions deep inside of her, darkness slowly plaguing the area. Unease expressing from her, that young woman resting her vision below, witnessing the ground beneath her feet steadily breaking apart. Something approaching, that devil leaping away. Her eyes laying upon a shadowy claw of a dragon, that monstrosity emerging from the land. Standing a few feet away, watching that fiend surfacing from the depths. That entity pulling itself up, those blood red eyes upon her. Rising to its feet, skin jet black, and nine dark feathery wings spreading afar. Those eyes of the young woman slightly widening, that malevolence grabbing at her, choking her. Falling to her knee, holding her neck, desperately gasping.

"What is this thing...? This hatred...this malice..."

Hatred manifesting, those infinite desires. Hunger insatiable, a resolve pushing forward. That maiden weakly resting her vision onward, witnessing those black wings expanding, its claws extending afar. Emotions deep inside, a soul desiring in meeting the challenge at hand. A will breaking, this crushing pressure upon the young woman. From behind, someone walking in. Hair extending long, shining a brilliant gold. Those velvet eyes in resemblance to the blood moon, an ancient white garb upon her. That mysterious woman standing behind the devil, her vision trailing to the maiden. That fiend glaring at the woman, loudly screeching. Cyra turning her attention behind, those eyes resting upon the mysterious one. That woman extending her hand in the direction of the fiend, a pure white light shining onward. Holding its head in agony, that energy surrounding the monster, screeching from the fiend even louder.

"Now is not the time, begone from here." She calmly speaks.

Her voice of calmness, those eyes more serious. This warmth washing over the area, that screeching intensifying by the moment. Malevolence surrounding the monster, encircling it. That darkness extending high into the air, that maiden feeling its grip loosening. Rising to her feet, her eyes upon the monster fading away. That fiend vanishing into the abyss, unsettling this is. The land around her closing, that light from the tombstone disappearing. An occurrence most intimidating, those many emotions crushing down upon her. That hunger from the monster, an insatiable will to continue on.

"A moment sooner, and you would have been devoured." The woman softly states.

Those many years of traveling the worlds, her countless jobs. One never encountering a fiend such as that, this fear gripping at her core. Beating deep inside of her chest, her stomach churning. Turning in the direction of the woman, familiar this person is to her. This enlightening emotion, bliss washing over her. A feeling so long ago, that maiden trying to pinpoint who they might be. Even in the harshest of times, there is a light. No matter of her sins, that young woman continuing on. Even if the abyss is without an end, that faint hope always residing there. Despite it all, this place of death and decay already proving itself a lawless land.

"Who are you?" Cyra suspiciously questions.

Many years of despair, a heart in bondage, a soul shackling down. Trusting only herself, surviving each and everyday. Agony incomparable, a world without laws. The strong living and the weak perishing, around every end, one learning to be cautious towards another. That parting so long ago, a lesson teaching her this quite well. An old friend most dear, but one can only rely on themselves. This well in awareness to the woman, that person facing away from Cyra, laughing a bit. Confusion expressing from the maiden, a most unsettling situation this is. A graveyard in a realm of death and decay, monsters revealing from tombstones.

"How can you forget your own mother?"

Those words meeting her awareness, that young woman's eyes slightly widening. Those many years desiring for answers, little is making sense. One so caring in her earliest days, memories of such pleasure. Even if it has been for only a few short years, those times Cyra cherishing well. Even so, a situation her mother is not deserving of. That maiden understanding the reason for her banishment, those numerous actions over the years. Sins deep upon her, a heart selfishly pursuing her own freedom. Her mother far different, that warm hand of comfort in those days, that one of kindness.

"Mother...?" Cyra taking a step towards her.

"Come along now, we have much to discuss." She walks onward.

Infinite in mystery both the living and the dead can be, secrets hiding inside of the most unlikely of scenarios. That mother residing in such a place, emotions evermore contradicting. Cyra assessing the situation at hand, the realm of the dead, but herself also still having a foot in the living. Souls of the damned, many existing in nothingness. A world in between the living and those no more, a torment unimaginable. No matter so, the reason for her mother's existence here is making little sense. One seeking an end, to put down her arms. A devil desiring rest, away from her torment, that wish leading her to this moment. Questions weighing on her mind, that mother far different from the young woman. One never staining her hands in the depths of darkness, around each end, nothing is adding up.

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Slowly shaking her head from left to right, that young woman well in awareness that the answers are ahead. Even if this fear is gripping at her core, only through action shall she gain what she is desiring to know. Following her mother through the graveyard, making their way through a crossroad, those eyes of the maiden resting upon an ancient gate. Unsettling emotions, her eyes suspicious upon it. Those two soon coming across another gate, that young woman standing there, her vision resting onward. A tree standing from a far, her mother glancing back to her. That devil feeling a sense of familiarity, the woman turning in the direction of her child.

"Beyond this point is your place of most comfort." She softly speaks.

My place of most comfort...Is it...there...?

A place of most pleasure, two meeting in days of the past. One so high, the other walking the land. An unlikely friendship, that tree uniting them. Hearts free to embrace the endless wind, a bond growing stronger over the years. Unsettling emotions, mysteries inside of a realm twisting in conflict. Her mother turning, walking up to the gate. That devil witnessing the woman pushing open the gate, a light extending through the pathway. Warm these feelings are, enlightenment filling her. That mother standing aside, gesturing her hand towards the entrance.

"Go on, I believe you should be first to enter." She faintly smiles.

Days so long ago, a connecting point. One desiring those times of happiness, yet torment consuming her. Resting her vision upon her mother, soon turning her attention on the path ahead. That light wrapping around her, comforting it is upon her. Familiar emotions far within, those times of joy. A heart in pain for so many years, one seeking release. A lawless world, agony upon the body and soul. No matter so, that one grabbing hold of the smallest of possibilities. Even if it shall mean her end, despite it all, one part of a failure.

That freedom coming to an end, a mother giving her soul for her daughter, but such going wrong. Walking onward, that maiden passing through the gate. The area brightening around her, that warm sun shining down, grassy plains endlessly extending. Those eyes of the young woman slightly widening, taking in the sight all around her. That devil facing her attention to the sole tree from a distance, that object stretching high. Glancing back, the young woman witnessing her mother approaching. That woman standing behind her daughter, firmly holding down her hands.

"This was the place you met him, it has always been a most treasured memory of yours." She gently states.

A memory of preciousness, two meeting so long ago. One descending from the high heavens, a flute drawing his attention. A devil and deity becoming friends underneath the tree, those grassy fields of blissfulness. Different they may have been, but companions of closeness. Feelings of bliss flowing through her, this air refreshing upon her. Facing in the direction of her mother, positioning her arms in a thinking posture. Events not aligning, this place only in awareness to one other. Those eyes of crimson glaring at the woman in suspicion, desiring to know of her access to such information.

"How do you know this? You have been gone for around two thousand years." Her voice extending a bit of animosity.

Those times so long ago, a mother for a few short years. A child once in joy, those days slipping away. Agony setting in, an unlikely meeting of two much later. A bond forming between them, hearts basking in the endless wind. Adventures around each corner, feelings developing, her fondest times connecting to that tree. That mother faintly smiling, understanding her daughter's suspicion. That one being gone for so long, a child unlikely to trust her own parent. One living most of her life in mistrust, pain branding upon her soul.

"I never left you." She calmly speaks.

Words meeting her ears, those eyes of the young woman widening a bit. Cyra slightly looking away, thinking on the matter at hand. Those innumerable years, loneliness for so long. Agony gripping at her heart, times of joy only for a bit. That mother going away for so long, never truly leaving her. A parting in days of the past, a void of nothingness filling its place. One walking in the deepest of abyss, seeking a way back to those times. No matter so, time continuing onward, a soul confining to the land. Pain never leaving, a move of desperation.

"I watched over you, seeing all the good times and bad times in your life. Witnessing how you fought against your enemies, falling deeper into despair, yet, you still emerge stronger than ever." She softly states.

One watching over her child, witnessing her heartache, but also her pleasure. That young woman fighting against her enemies, falling deeper into despair. No matter so, constantly returning stronger. A devil loathing the battlefield, learning the harsh reality around her. That one desiring a life more of simpleness, terribleness coming . That expression of the maiden lightening, lowering her arms to her side. Those sorrowful crimson eyes upon her mother, numerous questions weighing on her mind. For now however, there is one thing of importance that she is wishing to know.

"Then why? Why does it continue? Why can I not rest?" she takes a step towards her mother.

One walking through the deepest of abyss, a path without end. A heart in so much pain, that soul desiring for freedom. Sinking further into her despair, one wishing for a rest. Turmoil over the many years, one desperately seeking release. Even if it shall mean indescribable pain upon one, her answer residing there. No matter so, even death cannot be her solace. Approaching the devil, that woman well in awareness on her daughter's experiences. Embracing her child, tightly holding her inside of her arms. Cyra looking away, wondering when the last time it has been since she can relish in her mother's warmth.

"I know it is hard. Even so, it is not your time. You know, I am proud of you..." She mildly speaks.

Years upon years of torment, that maiden falling even deeper. Fear constantly inside of her, a heart desiring for her own child to live a life much better than her own. That plan coming apart, a move of desperation failing. Hatred deep inside, agony incomparable. Dread growing within her eyes, her time still remaining, those words grabbing at her. Hanging her head low, despair consuming her. That one continuously resisting, wondering on the reason. A devil wishing to move on, to be away from her suffering.

"No matter what the challenge is, you keep fighting, even if it is but a somber morrow. Though—" her mother moving to arms length.

Even if the challenge is nigh impossible, that one rising to it. Even if the heart ache is unbearable, that will to oppose existing. Sorrow far within, days never getting any better. An existence of turmoil, times of joy no more. That one giving up, yet something always dragging her back in. Those eyes of the woman meeting with her daughter's own, that mother warmly smiling at her child. Her time still existing, one treading through the deepest of abyss, much more still remaining for her to do. Even through it all, there might be a way for a better morrow, for her deepest desire to become a reality.

"There is a way for you to claim that life you so desire." She gently informs.

Her deep desire, one wishing in returning to her happiest times. Pleasureful it has been, those endless adventures. One wishing in putting down her arms, living a life of simplicity. Battles for many years, hatred building inside of her. That heart trying to maintain its softness, agony incomparable. Those words catching her attention, her vision slightly unrestful, a chance existing out there. One fighting for so long, an ending not in sight, each battle leading nowhere. That one traveling deeper into the abyss, her sorrow becoming worse.

"You must fight for an eternity, being drawn deeper into the depths of sorrow. Once you have reached the brink of despair, the answer will be revealed. However, take note, if you so shall go down this path, you must be willing to do whatever is necessary." She explains.

An eternity of sorrow, reaching the brink of despair. Those times so long ago, a path battling against the her soft heart. No matter so, selfish she must be. Even if her actions are reprehensible, that will to oppose must meet the challenge at hand. That young woman looking away, well in awareness on the price to pay. That dream in her most pleasureful days, a heart yearning for an end to this sorrow. Contradicting this may be to herself, but an answer no less. Turning her attention towards her mother, nodding her certainty. That mother passing her, the young woman facing in the direction of the woman, seeing her standing a few feet ahead. That devil witnessing her mother extending her hand in the direction of the tree, her days of joy starting there. That woman raising her hand above, Lævateinn materializing in the background, massively stretching high into the sky.

"Become the Bringer of Demise. Unlock the potential hiding away inside of Lævateinn, and lay ruin to your enemies. Though, be warned, once you pass this point, there is no going back, you will eternally fight until your goal has been achieved." She warns.

"Another few millennia's does not seem like a problem at this point. At this rate, I am in it like it or not." Cyra placing her hand upon her waist.

Bringer of Demise huh...if that is what it takes for me to return to such a time once again, then so be it. I will lay ruin to all those who stand before me...this is my desire...