An aching heart, a soul wishing for release. Agony incomparable, tiring of it all. Even so, that will to continue on. One from the deepest of abyss rising once again, following the faintest light. Despair gripping at her, a path of loneliness. That mother resting her vision onward, witnessing the maiden heading on her way. That gentle breeze flowing through, one embracing corruption, that chance of taking hold of such times once more. Those eyes of the young woman of calmness, her body moving forward, that will deeply burning inside of her.
Just how far must I sink into the depths of despair? Not even I know. Am I really willing to become the Bringer of Demise? I suppose I will have to continue walking down this endless path to see...
Conflicting feelings deep within, a path clashing against that heart of softness. One loathing the battlefield, tiring of it all. That one seeking an end to this nightmare, even if it shall mean staining her soul. Cyra soon standing in front of the gate of the Graveyard Realm, her heart at an unrest. Remaining there, her eyes resting past the path. That devil looking away, dread building deep inside of her. A nightmare finally having a way towards an end, one that is capable of resting. That sorrow having a way of release, yet something pushing her onward, to return to the world of the living. Slightly turning her attention below, holding her hand to her chest. Those eyes of hers closing, that maiden slowly inhaling and exhaling. The devil looking back to the tree, that memory residing there. One remaining how she is remembering it, a faint smile coming to her face. Anguish may be deep, a soul tormenting each and every step of the way. Even so, maybe she can resist once more. Facing her attention ahead, her vision setting a path.
Perhaps just a bit longer...
Conflict forever following, a mother no longer able in bearing her sorrow anymore. A daughter most dear to her, a solution coming into place. Even if her hatred has been so deep, that despair driving her to the edge. There has been one remaining, a most troublesome burden upon them. Despite it all, one she can trust. Her plan falling apart, a move of desperation, a thousand years of torture. Extending her hands forward, pushing open the gate. Even if the chances are minuscule at best, those times so long ago. Two from differing worlds, one from the heavens, the other walking the earth. Both forming a bond, days she is longing for, where it has been pleasureful. Walking through the gate, that young woman finding herself inside of the graveyard once again. Grass deteriorating by the moment, those trees losing their lives. Death and decay all around, air feeling thick, almost unbearable it is.
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Turning her attention above, her eyes gazing into the velvet moon. This no doubt being her version of death, that moon returning so many memories. Slowly looking around, soon witnessing a tombstone brilliantly shining a white light. This unsettling energy, a sinister force grabbing at her, no doubt that mysterious demon from before. Drawing Lævateinn, resting her vision upon it. Malevolence burning from the sword, steadily dissipating into the air. That maiden hearing the crying of the weapon, one aiding her even now. A truly reliable one, continuously doing its best. That devil placing away her sword, turning her attention to the glowing tombstone. Lævateinn warning her of this foe, willing to face another battle.
To fall deeper into darkness...to reach the brink of despair, all for the chance to grasp that life once again...there is no going back...not anymore...
Sins of deepness, one paving her path forward. Agony incomparable, despair clawing away at her. That will to continue on, even if she must become corruption itself. Those times of joy finally in view, that nightmare having another way out. Walking onward, moving deeper into the graveyard. No matter of the many actions she must make, she will make true to it. To be able to reach those days of joy once again, that devil embracing her selfishness, taking one of countless steps. That maiden eventually finding herself standing at the stairway, feeling the warmth of the light hitting against her. Malevolence may be deep, anguish unbearable, that need to devour. Despite it all, there is a sense of tranquility.
This is the first of many trials...Gluttony...I must devour...and continue to devour. To return to such a time once more, where our two worlds can finally meet again, this I must accept of myself...