A familiar one to her, his behavior reflecting to another. The vampire's hands to his chest, flinching with each action. That beast dragging the maiden along the ground, soon throwing her towards a tree. Her boiling sentiments, revealing her enormous wings, spanning them wide.

This purely shining light washing over the area, blanketing the dusk in her warmth. Firmly flapping them, breaking the force on her. Landing on her feet, dispersing her wings, leaving behind a trail of divine feathers.

Her vision on her foe, sharply looking at them, something more with him. These crashing feelings against her, seeing the pain in his eyes, hearing his terrifying howl. Cyra shifting her vision to the vampire, the demon blankly looking at her.

That devil thinking for a bit, soon brightly smiling, shrugging at her. A sigh leaving the young woman, shortly returning her focus to the battle. A heart against the tides, yearning to unravel the mysteries in her past.

"I will not be able to get the drop on him the way I am now..." Her mild vision.

The thickly crushing pressure, that beast rushing in her direction. His claws afar, swiftly appearing in front of her. Striking down at her, malice tearing away at the surroundings.

The maiden enduring the attack, forcing her blade against her foe. This unending monster, continuing in his rage. Holding her ground, the maiden's emotions stirring at her depths.

These feelings grabbing at her, selfishly leading her onward. Shortly pulling away from her enemy, dashing back, standing from afar.

"To think they can actually turn someone into such a beast..." The vampire positioning his arms in a thinking posture.

Deep resolves guiding the way, bringing torment to many. Monsters lurking in the shadows, countless falling into their grasps, a continuous miserable cycle. The loudly howling fiend, soon locking onto his target. Rushing at her, his accelerating speed.

Appearing in front of her, his claw coming down on her. Tearing through an afterimage, his growing frustration. Shifting his eyes behind, the maiden's back facing him. Electricity sparking in each direction, a prison binding him in place.

Uneasily growling, his hasty heart. Calmly raising her hand above, snapping her fingers. This compressing energy, crashing it into his body. Shortly violently releasing the assault, sweeping the field in its force, rubble rising to the air.

The beast standing there, his shaking eyes, steam flowing from him. Falling to his knee, malice leaving his body. The maiden glancing back, her slightly wide eyes. Witnessing him returning to his human form, that Prince behind her, his vision slowly losing focus.

"You...are..." His weak voice.

The young woman walking to the front, facing the Prince. Their brief alliance with each other, two bringing down a foe together. That one seeking her out, betting on the smallest chance.

Understanding his sentiments, one struggling with his powerful desires. Stepping towards him, giving him a moment to rest. Their meeting eyes, shakily extending his hand to her. Cyra grasping it, hearing him out.

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One of many victims in the dusk, a person trying his best, falling into the madness. Rage building at her core, his suffering gripping at her heart.

"Find...find Anya...please..." Pleading to her.

His desperate eyes to her, someone concerning with one. His heart reaching out to the maiden, Cyra relating to these feelings. A nightmare claiming another, one losing himself to the insanity. A young man fighting against his corruption, reaching after the smallest light.

The maiden lowering her head, her power far from her original. An individual wishing for a different solution, her increasing hatred. The vampire turning away, covering his face with his hand. Her decision to go forward, the demon acknowledging it.

"Very well, farewell...noble Prince..." Sadly looking at him.

His blurry vision, darkness brightly burning from his body. That influence grabbing at him, the young man resisting its pull. Witnessing her raising her blade, the maiden's hesitating hand. Unable to do anything for now, her head below.

Closing her eyes, quickly striking down, cleaving his head from his body. The person's skull falling to the ground, his body soon following. Cyra shortly turning, malice secreting from her body. A heart crying out, this deep pain in her.

"Hades...when I get ahold of you, you will feel our pain..." Anger from her.

--The Past Revisited--

--20 Days Ago--

Devils slowly approaching the Prince in the halls of Raiser's Castle, those monstrous eyes on him. A traitor amongst them, concerning with one in his mind. Having to reach her, this dire moment. His great desires, everything crushing down on him.

A young man wanting to claim his own life, continuously living in his father's shadow. Having wrongs to right, someone thinking about his mother's whereabouts, worrying about her.

His small hands, unable to do everything he wishes for. This greed in him, envying those able to fulfill their aim. These emotions taking hold, brightly burning from him.

"Come now Prince, do you honestly believe you can defeat the great Hades?" Richter mockingly smiling.

Demons scattering around him, the young man desperately gasping for air. Someone approaching his limit, the thick stench of blood in the area. Resisting his enemies, his quickly draining stamina.

Falling to his knee, heavily breathing. Refusing to back down, wishing to make his desires into a reality. Those nearing enemies, the Prince yearning to do the nigh impossible.

"I will not falter, there are much wrongs to right. Even if I cannot grasp everything in these small hands, I will not relent...!" he declares.

"Save your petty speeches for someone who cares. Now..." Richter slightly scowling.

Devils breaking away, their malice surrounding the Prince, latching onto his body. Excruciating pain filling him, these endless desires within him. A person needing more power, his hand towards it.

This wish inside of him, a terrifying scream escaping him. His body tearing apart from within, slowly morphing into another form. His increasing agony, loudly echoing in this place. Shortly in his new state, his silver fur.

Those bloodlust eyes, his body of a man and head of a wolf. Horrifyingly howling, soon standing from the floor. Many emotions within him, his eyes on on the former knight. His steadily fading conscience, desperately trying to resist the influence over him.

"Hm hm, have fun, Prince."

His eyes on his creation, another victim in the night. Darkness eating away at the beast, these boiling feelings inside the Prince. Holding his head, great pain on him, trying to resist the urges deep within him.

The former knight turning from the scene, soon chuckling, covering his face with his hand. Shortly sighing, slowly shaking his head from left to right. Lowering his arm to his side, the man moving onward. That loudly howling Prince, someone steadily losing his will.

--Present Time--

Two underneath the bleeding light, their presence in the forest. The maiden's eyes on the Prince's body, soon burying him at the side of the path. Kneeling to his grave, her vision on the area. His great efforts to find her, passing on his wish to her.

These countless emotions branding on her, his small hands trying to grasp everything. A person worrying about a precious one, desperately seeking out another for help. Cyra shortly shifting her eyes to the velvet moon, her sad vision.

Rest easy now, you have fought long enough. I will hold true to my promise, and find this Anya. I feel like I can relate to your sorrow, the weight of expectations...