Sins staining the soul, that will to resist taking hold. Days so long ago, pleasureful it has been. Agony gripping at the heart, one loathing the battlefield. A world of lawlessness, a mother missing for many years. Tiring it may be, yet that hand reaching out once more. Ascending the stairway, feeling malevolence intensifying all around her. That wind growing colder, a sinister force grabbing at her. Beating deep inside of her chest, the land violently shaking. Holding still, resting her vision on her surroundings. Negativity spiraling high above, Cyra turning her attention to the shining tombstone. The earth splitting asunder, one residing far below emerging. That shadowy claw of a dragon rising, gripping the edge.
"Here it comes again..."
One who devours, that jet black skin, those blood red eyes. That maiden witnessing it slowly pulling itself up, its fangs of sharpness in view. Darkness thickening around it, the fiend black as the night itself. Glancing back to Lævateinn, unease expressing from the young woman. That fiend continuing to rise, the demon sword clashing against the negativity of Gluttony. Gripping the handle of her blade, resting her eyes on the monster. Cold sweat running down the side of her face, enduring the intense pressure crushing down at her. That fiend standing straight, raising its claw high. That devil shifting her attention towards her surroundings, witnessing malevolence circulating. Those eyes of the young woman slightly trembling, watching the darkness flowing in the direction of the monster. That claw of the fiend devouring the malice, its malevolence growing even thicker.
"This is how far I must fall, so be it then..." She looks upon the fiend.
Death and decay lingering high, screaming ripping through. One devouring those all around, endlessly needing more power. Hunger never of satisfaction, a means of survival. Gluttony expanding its arms, a terrifying screech escaping the fiend. Slightly flinching, Cyra taking a step back. A nightmare inside of reality, her heart desperately pounding within her chest. Resting her vision onward, crouching her stance a bit. Uncertainty expressing from the maiden, that fiend carefully eying her. Dashing forward, the monster immediately vanishing. That energy all around, the young woman relying on her instincts. Glancing to her right, adjusting her stance, vertically aiming her blade downward. That claw of the fiend colliding into her weapon, devastating the impact is upon her, Cyra flinching once more.
"This thing...just how am I supposed to combat it...?" some doubt expressing from her eyes.
Dreams far inside, that one walking through the deepest of abyss. Darkness plaguing her, a path in decision. That heart desiring freedom from its bondage, a soul wishing in soaring. Nightmares existing within the night, a fiend of a trial. Rushing away, that monster pursuing her, the surrounding area thickening within a mist of blackness. Visibility of lowness, an intelligent play no less. Constantly leaping away, that fiend barraging the ground before her. Poisonous gas ripping away at the land, that maiden landing below the stairway, resting her eyes above, witnessing the fiend diving towards her.
Extending her blade, that monster closing in. Cyra unleashing a devastating uppercut, that claw of the monster colliding into her sword once again. Power greatly exerting, the surrounding area tearing apart. Cyra slowly stepping back, the monster pushing against her. Tilting her blade downward in that moment, the fiend sliding below, falling towards the ground. Locking onto her opening, that devil immediately striking at it. Gluttony touching the land, dashing away, narrowly avoiding the assault. That impact colliding into the ground, ripping away at the walkway. From a distance, that fiend taking caution, clenching its claws in and out, analyzing the maiden.
"It is learning...I do not have much time. If it catches on, then certainly I cannot win..." She thinks in some unease.
Emotions of deepness, one reaching her hand out once again. Even if the chances are minuscule at best, those times of pleasure being her deepest desire. No matter the morrow, that will to continue on existing. Her heart pounding within her chest, sweat running down the side of her base. Unsettling the air is, malevolence crushing down upon her. That fiend lunging forward, becoming faster by the moment. That devil moving to her side, witnessing the fiend passing her. Its feet touching the ground, that monster instantly revealing its nine black feathery wings. That young woman resting her vision upon it, watching the fiend ascending high into the sky. Feathers of darkness descending to the land below, illuminating the earth in more blackness. Gluttony floating high, directing its claw at the maiden.
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Lævateinn crying out, a most trusting weapon, resisting even the most dire of challenges. Darkness clashing against the monster so high, one giving aid to the young woman. Cyra extending her blade, those eyes carefully resting on her target. Gluttony diving upon the maiden, both clashing once again. Those two circling each other, striking with great intensity. Each assault meeting the next attack, shockwaves tearing through the entire area, neither giving an edge. Hatred deep inside, a heart loathing the battlefield. One desiring a life of simplicity, no matter so, these challenges coming at hand. Eyes in resemblance to the blood moon, a curse of an existence. That devil stepping back, the claw of the fiend narrowly missing her face. A chance coming about, that maiden lunging forward, stabbing at the monster.
That fiend flying back, barely avoiding the tip of the sword. Making some distance from the devil, those eyes of the two meeting with one another. Time growing short, unrest rising inside of the young woman. An enemy growing stronger through battle, correcting its mistakes. A most terrifying foe, her options quickly running out. Years of conflict, a heart crying out. Tiring it has been, constantly rising, even when the soul is wishing for no more. Agony screaming out, hatred brewing for so long. Feelings ever so strong, that one willing to reach once more. The fiend closely observing her, that maiden extending her blade, Gluttony raising a claw forward. Rushing at the monster, a pentagram of negativity materializing in front of it. Adjusting her stance, striking with an uppercut.
All around the area breaking apart, those eyes of the young woman growing more confident with each passing moment. That fiend resisting the assault, an onslaught going on. Continuously striking at the monster, each attack becoming much heavier. That fiend struggling, its grip on the situation breaking away. Holding back her demon sword, her vision locking onto her moment. Building energy, that devil thrusting Lævateinn onward, proudly standing upon her side. That impact shattering the pentagram, a mist of darkness evaporating into the air. That fiend stepping back, its claw upon the side of its head.
Rushing at the fiend, that maiden barraging it from the front, each succession of attacks tearing away at the monster. Her speed increasing by the second, that young woman racing around the target, assaulting it from every direction. Striking from the back, standing in front of the fiend, her back facing it. That devil glancing back to Gluttony, paralysis binding its body. Those cold alluring eyes upon it, her vision setting a path onward. Instantly impaling her blade into the fiend, that monster loudly screeching. Raising it high into the air, malevolence intensely emitting from Lævateinn. Darkness surrounding that young woman as well as her enemy, sorrow revealing from the maiden.
Is this really how far I am willing to go...? Perhaps it is, and that is fine...I must devour my enemies. In order to grasp such hope, even if I must become corruption itself, then I shall...
That fiend screaming out, Lævateinn devouring it. The maiden resting her vision onward, emotions stirring inside of her. A heart of softness, hatred rising over the numerous years. A soul seeking release, yet this path continuing on. Those times becoming of a possibility, one reaching for the nigh impossible. That area soon growing quiet, the fiend morphing into a ball of negativity. Lowering her weapon, that ball of malevolence floating down to her. Extending her hand, that darkness landing within her palm. That young woman resting her vision upon it, malice emanating from it. Hesitating for a moment, contemplating her action. A path of no return, one fighting for an eternity.
Slowly inhaling and exhaling, embracing this decision. That uncertainty fading, the devil holding the negative energy to her chest. That maiden witnessing it fading into her body, Lævateinn crying out, its malevolence emitting. That darkness spiraling around the devil, one requiring power. Lowering her hands to her side, looking up into the velvet moon. Weakness in days of the past, torment consuming her for many years. One walking alone in the deepest of abyss, a solution coming into place. A mother no longer able in continuing on, desiring release from her torture. That one incapable of resisting any longer, wishing for more power. This no less her way in going forward, no matter how much she is loathing it.
This is one of many trials, one who devours, embracing their selfishness. That is the path I have chosen...so that these desires of mine will be realized...