Infinite emotions in the dusk, hazy memories from the past. A heart yearning to break free, that soul shackling to the land. Indescribable rage far inside, one embracing their imperfections and selfish desires, reaching further into this madness.
An entity traveling in the deepest abyss, a soft heart clashing against their challenges, this eternal night slowly bringing their true nightmare into reality.
The young woman standing next to the Prince's grave, her vision to the crimson moon. Enduring the building sorrow, withstanding the damage on her psyche. A soul venturing in the dusk, her intensifying feelings. The vampire looking to her, shortly turning from her.
"Sorry...I never wanted you to go through these things again. After all, you have endured enough..." His distant eyes.
His attention to the sky, these waves of sentiments flooding through him. A calamity on the worlds, one clashing against innumerable. An entity seeking after what is within, feverishly pursuing her path. A promise long ago between two, the demon holding onto it.
Watching the young woman move deeper into the abyss, running after her in this vast stream. A heart yearning for her deepest desire, powerfully exerting her emotions. Steadily witnessing her returning to the surface, the night influencing her arrival. A seal weakening on her, the devil's hand on his chin, thinking on it.
Her frightening will, someone meeting her challenges. A great being crushing countless, eternally engraving her voice into many souls. Facing her direction, the young woman's suspicious eyes on him.
"Hm?" the vampire blankly pointing to his face.
"You know something...you know why this night is affecting me." Folding her arms.
A sharp individual continuously pursuing her path, steadily fitting together the pieces. The maiden witnessing his silence, seeing his sad eyes. Some frustration coming over her, malice seeping from her body.
Confronting the demon, glaring into his vision. His hasty chest, witnessing her gripping the hilt of her sword. A person walking along her dark road, her aim towards her deepest desire.
"Answer, I have pardoned you for far too long." Threatening him.
The demon looking below, an unsurprising development. An individual never relenting, constantly searching out her past. Her belief forever guiding her, light existing in the deepest of darkness. Her nature coming more into actuality, this strengthening the night.
The vampire needing time, unable to bring everything to her attention. His mind on her bright smile from the old days, witnessing it shifting into hatred. A heart pursuing its desires, yearning for the most important one. A person continuously reaching out, grabbing hold of the smallest chance.
"I can only tell you this much...you and the eternal night are one and the same." Biting his lower lip.
Her trembling eyes, releasing the grip on her blade. Thinking on his message, a link between herself and the night. This feeling with her since the beginning, those many emotions inside of her. Her unyielding rage, innumerable sins clawing to the surface.
Her increasing unease, fearing those memories from the past. No matter, someone having to push on, enduring the pain. The Seraph standing behind the maiden out of sight, that angel glancing back, bearing witness to the progress.
"What do you mean?" Cyra's hesitant voice.
Feeling the coldly blowing breeze, their visions on one another, the vampire reluctantly giving the information. One holding true to herself, pushing forward with her undying resolve. A person slowly surfacing with each step of the way, tackling numerous challenges.
Walking down her lonely path, her eyes on the slim light. Her attention on the devil's difficulty to share it, someone steadily doing his part.
"Deep down, you know this. The reason for why so many enemies present themselves towards you."
His sorrowful tone, those painful eyes on her. A seal containing the enemy of all, secrets residing in her past. A slowly breaking restriction, the Dark Lord damaging it at their confrontation. An entity steadily showing herself, the blood moon signaling her presence.
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The maiden looking down a bit, thinking on his words. This feeling within her, a reason for her eternal conflict. Her great struggles, malice intensifying from her, these emotions flowing from her.
"You are one who can control the night, some may even refer to you as the eternal night itself. Only a few are born with this ability. Granting them great power, at the extent of forever being branded an abomination." His reluctance.
An entity born underneath the crimson moon, the object eternally becoming red, revealing an abomination. Two individuals not caring, their close bond with each other. One from the heavens, another from the land, their blissful adventures in the past.
The young woman once filling with love for the worlds, hatred eventually consuming her. A person seeking after what is inside, feverishly resisting her foes. An individual shouting her soul, opposing the gods long ago. Turning from the vampire, gripping her upper arm.
An entity forever fighting, battling against her shackles. Running in a black abyss, her great agony. The maiden not denying his message, soon glancing back to him. A heart continuously paining, despising the battlefield. Someone pushing forward, not bending to her enemies, reaching for the faintest hope.
"So...as long as I live, enemies will keep growing stronger. No matter how hard I fight, this struggle might never end, all due to my birth..." Cyra's low tone.
A soul wishing for freedom, that heart in the darkness. Walking down her path, passing along many mirror walls. Unable to clarify the images, following the smallest light.
Her true will within, someone constantly falling, continuously rising stronger than before. This one steadily returning, numerous yearning to silence her, everything reflecting from her birth.
"That's the short explanation of things."
"And you are saying this is fate at work." Her serious tone.
Her chilling tone, malice thickly emitting from her. His attention away from her, unable to say anymore. The maiden despising that word, her strong efforts fighting against it in the past. A person desiring to command her own life, yearning for her happiest days again.
These feelings still within her, guiding her way forward. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, one opposing the reason of others. Her eternally branding image, fiercely pushing onward. The young woman slightly frowning, anger building within her.
"Do not speak of such nonsense...!" raising her voice, facing him.
His vision on her, seeing that same resolve. One from long ago, her unrelenting crimson eyes. A person resisting the shackles binding her heart, someone pursuing her direction.
An individual yearning for the endless sky, clashing against countless. Darkness brightly burning from her body, these many flowing emotions.
A person rebelling against her enemies, displaying her soul. An entity able to turn the smallest chance into an actuality, her capability to perform miracles.
"Fate is a fool's word—!" swinging out her right hand.
Her brightening malice, the vampire witnessing her clear resolve. Someone enduring her sorrow, withstanding the damage on her pysche. Continuously pushing forward, elevating to heights far above any.
Negativity flowing from her body, this great pressure on the area. Curling her hand into a fist, his words sparking her fury. The maiden aiming for her own future, her enormous determination to proceed.
"—There is no such thing as fate—" lowering her head, her fist shaking in frustration.
"—even if the Nine Worlds shall be damned to oblivion! I will create my own path! My own life! So do not dare go saying my life is part of a wheel of fate—!" slightly looking away, glaring at him.
The vampire seeing her icy eyes, feeling her crushing emotions in the dreadful night. A person willing to damn the worlds, the dusk bringing an old being back to her past.
An individual striking down her enemies, forcing against her chains. Her hand on her waist, the maiden persisting onward, her resolve slowly revealing itself from the abyss.
"—I may not remember what lies in the past—" looking down, her sad eyes.
"—but even so...—" Shifting her attention to him, confidence from her vision.
"—I am positive, that no matter how many times I am knocked down. I will rise, never giving in. This is how it will continue, until those days are finally realized once again..."
Slowly calming herself, seeing the vampire's faint smile. A devil wishing to hear those words for a long time, this one steadily returning. A great being constantly resisting, pushing against her challenges.
An enemy to all, the maiden accepting it. Someone desiring for her deepest wish, yearning for a peaceful existence away from the battlefield. Enduring her clawing despair, believing in the smallest light.
"That's right...you have always been a fighter. Keep resisting...Cyra." The vampire turning, his gentle tone.
The young woman facing away from him, her attention a bit to her side. A person forcing through her obstacles, these familiar sentiments to her. Embracing her selfishness, her countless branding sins, feeling them. Many desires within her, the maiden keeping her eye on the most important one.
An Iconoclast, the embodiment of corruption itself. A fearsome individual reaching after her goal, scarring the worlds long ago. Withstanding her agonizing pain in the abyss, forever believing there is light in the deepest of darkness.
"Let us go, we must make haste now." Glancing back to the vampire.
The demon turning to her, nodding his agreement. Watching her move onward, that one binding in many chains. Following behind her, coming closer to her.
His last chance to reach her, betting on the tiniest possibility. One from long ago reaching out once more, refusing to remain in silence.
An abomination...the eternal night. Even if I am an enemy, I will keep resisting. Hades, brace yourself, I am coming for you. These desires deep inside of me shall become a reality...