A desperate situation on them, a being in two halves. That staff elsewhere, a weapon pulling one from the deepest abyss, releasing this entity into the open. The god believing in her possibility, someone turning the nigh impossible into an actuality in the past.
"Hey...if ya really wanna know why I was gone..." His attention to her.
Sorrow building within her, someone not caring about his reason. Raising his hand to her, her slightly wide vision. A pentagram forming beneath her feet, a crimson symbol on the floor. One from ancient times, a god needing her to awaken.
"It's your birthday, right?"
Her quivering heart, his simple reason. A person moving through the shadows, thinking about her. An individual never caring about that day, the maiden continuously moving forward.
That old friend remembering every year, someone always trying to find something to interest her. A confession agonizing her, these boiling sentiments within her.
"Heh...sorry, but this looks like the end of the rope for me. I know you can defeat him...after all, you have done the nigh impossible before..." Faintly smiling at her.
"Valor!"
Her hasty heart, racing towards him. The invoking pentagram, a light rushing above, wrapping around her. Two witnessing it, watching the energy envelop the room. The deity's painful eyes, wishing to be there with her.
An entity requiring time, needing her to awaken. One hiding in the farthest abyss, her powerful desires still burning. An individual able to bring forward miracles, everything riding on her. This slim hope with her, a god giving her an opportunity, wanting to full her greatest wish.
"Concerning yourself with the safety of that angel, you would have been better off escaping yourself." Hades calm tone.
"Nah, I'm already half in the ground either way." Facing the dragon.
"Hmph, as admirable as you are, you are but a stepping stone to my goal." Scraping his claw against the floor.
"Heh, you have no idea of the hell you just unleashed upon the worlds..."
The Dark Lord's mind on his words, wondering on the meaning. Secrets in the past, that once supreme god. His defeat long ago, someone choosing to abandon the title. A failure eternally crushing him, a person racing after his companion, shadowy hands pulling him away.
An individual eventually returning, stepping on the domain of the gods, shouting her soul. Her request to him, the deity painfully granting it.
A will steadily coming forward once more, endless possibilities on the field. The deity's serious eyes on the Dark Lord, his great injuries. Some tricks still with him, gambling on his chance, a person learning from his old friend.
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An entity constantly falling, enduring her pain, her sorrow. Someone rising stronger than before, displaying her feverish heart. At this moment, far away from the kingdom. A flowery field in the dusk, the crimson moon shining down its light.
Petals blowing in the wind, Cyra unconsciously lying in the field. A tear to her eye, their dreadful parting with another. A nightmare on countless, yet this final hope in the darkness. The maiden resting there, blocking out those memories.
--Present Time--
A god betting on a final chance, the maiden remembering the event. Some messy parts in it, yet her attention on the whole. Silence coming over her, her shaking eyes.
Gripping her arms, lowering her head. Her aching chest, a situation heavily weighing on her. One no longer there, her companion choosing to protect her, tears to her eyes.
"Do you remember now?" the vampire slightly looking away.
Falling to her knee, feeling the chilling wind on her. The crimson moon shining below, reflecting her eyes. One going beyond, keeping her safe. Her decision leading to his disappearance, a person secluding himself in the shadows.
This gripping grief, her increasing feelings. Hatred secreting from her body, darkness eating away at her. Acknowledging her role in it, her harshly igniting desires.
"It was...it was my fault. If I never...if I never came here in the first place..." Punching the ground at her side.
"Hey now, you know better than anyone he would never blame you." The vampire assuring her, his attention on her.
"It is my fault...how can he be alive...? That is impossible..." Holding the side of her head.
Images branding in her, his words still with her. The maiden scraping the land with her hand, her deep frustration. One from long ago, her true appearance in the dusk, an entity able to bring forward miracles.
A deity willing to unleash them, yet holding true to his promise. Resealing her memories, granting her wish. The young woman slowly moving down her path, steadily facing reality. Two old friends, one walking in the blackest abyss, another racing after her.
"He made it out in the nick of time, that is why Hades cannot leave that room below. It was a seal set into place to keep him there." Positioning his arms in a thinking posture.
His companion's unending resolve, a deity learning much from her. The god locking onto his small chance, turning it into a reality. One from old standing strong in tragedies, endlessly stringing in its webs.
The demon's words setting her a bit to ease, giving her some hope. The maiden's slowly settling heart, wiping away her tears. Her selfishness leading to the madness, a soft heart trying to maintain itself. A person pushing forward in the terror, this night steadily revealing the enemy of all.
"You did what he asked you to do, you found Reviver."
The vampire kneeling to her, looking into her eyes. The maiden feeling familiarity from the demon, unable to clarify the reason. Her quickly beating chest, countless emotions flowing through her, steadily clawing its way to the surface.
A person not backing down, forcing against the reason of others. Her lessening malice, a way to reclaim those pleasant times again to her mind.
"I am certain he is waiting to meet you again. So, do not give in, and keep fighting." His encouraging tone.
"Those words are definitely his own. This demon I can sense no ill will within him, but a familiar energy." Her distant eyes.
A great wrong on countless, this terrifying dusk sweeping countless away in its horrors. The maiden wanting to right it, yet desiring for something more. The night guiding her back to her past, a mistake leading to the insanity.
The young woman accepting her fault in it, proceeding along her route. Cyra standing up, holding Reviver in her hand. Her eyes on the staff, her will to bring the sun again, locking onto the light at the end of this nightmare.
Valor, when we do meet again...I hope...we can look to those stars once again like old times. Until then, I shall turn these wounds into power, so that such a night is possible once more. Wait for me, old friend…