Conflict of eternity, that rain pouring down, cold yet unsettling. Emotions boiling from her depths, one rising to another challenge. A morrow ever so sorrowful, pain gripping at the heart. That will to oppose, even if it shall mean becoming corruption itself. That young woman resting her vision onward, witnessing malice emanating from the monster, that darkness thickening by the moment. The beast quickly ascending into the air, taking aim like an arrow. Its vision locking onto the devil, that beast descending upon her with speed of lightning. Cyra dashing away, that monster colliding into the ground, massive parts of the surrounding area flying into the air. That devil touching the land a few times, finally regaining her balance. Her eyes directing forward, witnessing that leviathan slowly rising, uneasiness growing inside of her.
"Never a moment's rest it seems." Her slightly distressing voice.
Pressure intensifying within the area, her heart at an unrest. Emotions stirring far inside, never leaving despair. Years upon years, one barely living a life. A mother reaching her limit, giving up her freedom, trying to save her child. No matter so, this failure leading to even more pain. That young woman resting her vision onward, the beast slowly circling her from afar. Cautious it is of her, growling at the devil. That maiden carefully assessing the situation, observing resistance from the monster. Connecting those finer points, the unusualness of this encounter, coming to a conclusion.
"This malice...it is not here by its own will." She takes a step back.
Darkness consuming the monster, one resisting the influence of it. This pressure crushing down on the area, that pain coming from the leviathan. Those eyes of the young woman fixating on the situation, her heart reaching out once more. That beast circling her even faster, pure white energy emitting from the body of the maiden. That speed of the beast rapidly increasing, a twister forming high. Extending her blade, witnessing the monster ascending through the blades of wind. Ever so high that leviathan is, that twister ripping away at the land.
Taking aim at her, malevolence thickening by the moment, that beast mightily roaring. Ripples of shockwaves piercing through the area, the devil calmly gazing upon it. That beast descending upon her, revealing its mighty fangs. Those eyes of crimson meeting the monster's own, witnessing its torment. That leviathan closing in, the young woman striking the head of the beast. Two mighty powers crashing against the other, pushing against one another. Neither giving in, that pure white aura burning from the demon, intensifying by the moment, her senses heightening.
"Hhrrrrnn...!!"
Malevolence thickening, this pain reaching her. One inside of bondage, a will no longer of its own. An existence of misery, one seeking release from its torment. That young woman walking through the deepest of abyss, enduring the harshest of reality. The leviathan mightily roaring, pushing onward. That maiden resisting the immense pressure, those eyes of hers shifting. Her senses sharpening by the moment, that pure white aura intensifying, her vision turning blood red. Fangs revealing, that divinity igniting even brighter.
"HHAAAAAHHH!!!"
Blackness of deepness, emotions rising to the surface. Hatred overflowing, that need to rise. A heart battling against her path, one of softness. No matter so, that will to devour taking hold. An immense power overflowing, a devastating force pouring out. Malevolence bursting through, continously striking the leviathan, pushing back the beast. A loud screech escaping the monster, the field coating in blackness. That fog clearing, the young woman standing, resting her vision on the beast laying on the ground. Excruciating pain is upon it, rage filling the eyes of the leviathan, but also fear. Cyra slowly making her way towards it, darkness consuming her. Negativity latching onto her skin, nine dark feathery wings emerging from her back.
Standing still for a moment, resting her eyes upon the whimpering beast. Her skin blackening, a thick metallic coating covering her. Times so long ago, despair clawing at her depths. That need to devour, one desiring power for so long. Ascending off of the ground, floating just above it. Cyra moving towards the leviathan, that beast letting out sounds, trying to make her leave. Fear deep inside of it, its heart desperately pounding. Hovering before the monster, her eyes pitiable upon it. Extending her left hand, that beast uneasily gazing at her. Darkness tearing away at her arm, malevolence burning away at her body. Malice rapidly spiraling around her arm, morphing it into a massive shadowy claw of a dragon.
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A true manifestation of corruption she is, her eyes of hatred, those wings of darkness. That beast struggling to move, Cyra directing her claw at its head. Her powerful force binding the monster to the ground, that maiden landing below. Emotions ever so far inside of her, that pain coming from the leviathan. Helplessness against the malice consuming it, conscious of the present danger. Whimpering louder, that young woman moving her claw towards it. That beast unable to do anything, looking up into those monstrous crimson eyes. That claw of the devil stopping in front of its head, that malice from the beast reacting to her influence. Negative energy flowing out of the leviathan, malevolence assimilating into her claw. One devouring corruption, that need for power, but a heart of softness.
Darkness leaving the beast, its glimmering silver scales returning. That leviathan resting its vision upon her, the young woman pulling away her claw. Gazing at her, fear slowly subsiding, that pressure on it fading away. A pure white energy burning from the body of the maiden, that darkness consuming her slowly disappearing, burning into the air. Her skin tone returning to normal, her eyes as well, those fangs no more. Normally standing before the beast, that leviathan resting its vision upon her, witnessing her warm smile. Kneeling to the animal, gently placing a hand on its head. That fear within the beast completely going away, its heart favoring her. That leviathan pleasantly letting out sounds, gratefulness towards her.
"Be-careful now, others may not be as generous." She softly speaks.
Darkness consuming the beast, pain upon its body and soul. That one yearning for freedom, hatred enveloping it. A meeting in a most fateful place, an encounter with one ever so kind. Gratefulness towards her, guilt for attacking her. That rain rushing down, cold the surroundings are. Thick the air is, but soothing one can say. Cyra rising to her feet, that beast raising from the ground. Its vision in her direction, witnessing the devil turning away. That young woman glancing back, waving at the animal, her smile faint upon it. Facing forward, that devil heading onward.
I do not understand this power...this malice...this hatred...a force that devours others. When I extracted the malice from the leviathan...I felt myself growing stronger. This power...it makes me uneasy...afraid even...what if one day I become as mindless as those consumed by malice...? I suppose this is the path I have chosen. Fear will only hinder me, and that may be the very reason I may lose to this power. Until I know more about it, I should not carelessly use it...
Hatred of deepness, malice becoming even more powerful. Confusing it is, that maiden growing stronger. An entity devouring corruption, her heart clashing against this. One loathing the battlefield, yet desiring those times so long ago. This of her path in going forward, a way towards a brighter morrow. That young woman ceasing her movement, her vision resting on a chessboard at her feet. Peculiar this is, for it to be out in a place such as this. Many pieces scattering on the board, including one of the King's. Enlightening emotions coming over her, that devil understanding the reason.
"And checkmate." She faintly smiles.
Valor, thank you...old friend. You were well aware that I would rather die than to live as a puppet. You even took the time to bring me back here. Personal this is, those gods ordering the eradication of demons. This may be above my standing, but I must try.
That maiden passing the chessboard, faintly smiling. Even if it is but a somber morrow, there is always a way forward. No matter the dread ever so deep inside, it certainly does not mean it is hopeless. Numerous questionable occurrences existing out there, countless answers to gain. A heart of softness, that one wishing for a life away from conflict. Agony tormenting her for years, that mother failing to save her child. Two old friends reuniting after so long, both sharing a moment, but that being enough. Hearts aligning, feelings reaching forward once more, blissful that encounter has been.
Unforgivable those actions of the gods are. Valor, I know I have left you in a great deal of pain, but please, rise above it. When we meet again old friend, I will be requiring answers. Until then, wait for me...