A heart in the darkness, shadowy hands grabbing her. These high emotions within her, the maiden gripping the arms. Ripping them away, sprinting down her black path, avoiding their grasps.
Cyra stepping back a bit, her hand on the hilt of her sword, watching the negative energy rushing into the air. These horrifying screeches, their great agony. Malice rapidly spiraling, turning the grass on end.
"They are using the energy all around them in order to take to a physical form...Cyra! You're the one with Reviver! Silence them!" the demon's urgency.
Releasing her blade, shifting her grip to her staff crossing over her sword on the lower half of her back. This manifesting hatred, the eternal night bringing another terror.
A void descending from above, crashing into the land. Malice taking form, negative waves rushing through. This great pressure on the two, their eyes on the threat ahead.
"Damn..." The vampire falling to his knee.
That focusing darkness, his trembling eyes on the foe. Cyra stepping forward, withstanding the immense hatred on her. A heart rising to her challenge, looking at the figure inside the malice. That entity soon revealing themselves, an enormous demon, their dark scaly skin.
Twin horns on them, those jet black eyes, their massive black wings and fangs. This staggering level of negativity, the young woman understanding it.
"This is your resolve I see." Her sharp vision.
Wailing souls, their penetrating voices. The maiden accepting their anger, a dusk corrupting many. Their desire to be free, committing atrocities to achieve it. Their great sins, her own weighing on her. Cyra pursuing her direction, refusing to relent. A heart inside the darkness, wishing to break free from its shackles.
"Valkyrie! Why will you not help us?!"
"Valkyrie! Free us!"
"Valkyrie! We will devour you!!!"
"Is that so—?"
Their true colors on the surface, her serious eyes on the fiend. Their great pressure crushing down on her, the maiden soon revealing her wings. These purely shining in the dusk, Cyra soon floating above the ground. Facing her side, directing her staff at her enemy.
A resolve from long ago slowly coming into reality, her heart wishing for the past. Desires forever burning within her, that great will to oppose. These dreadfully branding experiences, an entity pushing onward towards a brighter morrow.
"—then come, and witness my fangs. I do not serve you." Her chilling tone.
"Vallkkyrriieee!!!"
Their mutating voices, immense hatred extending from them. The maiden staring down her foe, her steadily rising heart. The vampire witnessing her resolve, one refusing to relent. An individual enduring her sorrow, constantly proceeding forward.
This feeling with him, an individual wrapping him in her will. No matter of the difficulties, a soft heart forcing onward. Someone embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, continuing on in a lonely abyss, shouting what is within.
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"Even if your power is far from what it once has been, you will continue to fight..." His distant voice.
One able to perform miracles, an entity suffering in the darkness, binding in the shadows. Shakily moving along her path, reaching for the slim light. A person clashing against countless, sounding her soul.
The fiend plunging their fist into the ground, burning away at the surroundings. Malice rushing through the field, those hateful eyes on the young woman. Charging at her, circling her in their negativity. The maiden instantly turning, blocking their claw with Rebellion.
Glaring at her enemy, withstanding their echoing screams. Cyra slightly pulling away, an enormous shockwave shredding the area. This rampaging beast, meeting its attacks, breaking apart the field. The young woman flying away, facing her target, her enemy following after her.
"Valkyrie...! Devvoourrr!!!"
Slightly frowning at her enemy, widely expanding her wings. Her nearing foe, that one striking at her. Hitting an after image, her gaze piercing into the beast from behind. Rapidly circling the monster, gathering the surrounding energy.
Shortly ascending far above, an enormous tornado tearing through the area. The fiend in the eye of the storm, hatefully looking up at her. Trees wildly flying, rubble everywhere. The vampire resisting her intense force, his vision on the battle.
"And this is only a fragment of her power. The time will come when we will meet in battle...how will I combat her this time...?" his uneasy heart.
An individual holding onto an old promise, his will to fulfill it. Tragedies forever following her, binding her in their chains. A person withstanding her sorrow, feeling her crushing despair. Constantly failing in the past, yet his desire to sever the shackles on her.
The menacingly roaring beast, black energy burning from its claw. Her eyes on her target, immediately diving to it. Crashing through her opponent, binding them in place. The maiden paralyzing her foe, standing with her back facing the monster.
Shortly turning to it, her high blade to the air. Instantly barraging it with a flurry of attacks, soon backflip kicking them high above. Divine lances forming around it, these weapons blocking in the beast, their trembling eyes.
"This is simply the beginning..." Calmly turning.
Her chilling tone, recovering a bit more power, unleashing this fragment on her target. An individual walking underneath the guiding light of the crimson moon, steadily returning to her past. These unrestful emotions within her, unable to break free from them.
Those lances impaling into the demon from every direction, the foe's sounding screams. Powerful sentiments flowing through the young woman, a heart yearning to be free.
A soul resisting its shackles, reaching after their true desire. This crushing energy on her enemy, holding it in place, electricity racing far above.
"She is someone that cannot be bound, and if someone tries, she will resist. This is who she is..." The vampire rising to his feet.
Lightning descending, divinely crashing into the beast. Colliding the monster into the land, devastatingly ripping apart the area. The continuing assault, more electricity connecting into the fiend, trapping them in a prison. That tornado closing in, tearing away at the souls and body.
The shortly compressing energy, soon violently exploding. A warm light washing over the forest, leaving ruin in the area. The maiden soon facing away, her wings no more, putting away her arms. The settling air, the steadily fading crimson mist, howling still remaining in the distance.
The young woman standing there, someone facing her problems, bringing hope into this night. That vampire confronting her, scratching his cheek with his index finger.
"That was...kinda extreme..." His blank expression.
"They asked for judgment, and I have given them such." Moving onward.
"I am pretty sure that is debatable..." Disbelief from him, following after her.
One not bending to others, that old will slowly surfacing. The vampire awaiting her return, needing to buy enough time. The demon's Lingering doubts, his failure in the past to connect the line.
Tragedies grabbing at her, an endless chain of sorrow. A person searching for a way to sever it, a solution to his mind. This final chance to him, betting everything in the madness.
Two continuing in the chilling dusk, the devil waving his arms to her, blissfully speaking in this terror. The maiden soon looking to the crimson moon, its light shining down on countless. An object leading her back to her past, one from long ago opposing her challenges.
My will to oppose, my spirit...it cannot be bound. This much I feel is true. That aside, I must make haste, and put an end to this insanity. Hopefully we will meet soon, Valor...