A heart yearning for those days of joy, actions most heart breaking. An unlikely meeting between two, a dreadful parting once more. A cycle endlessly continuing, both wishing for another end to that distressing night. At that moment, within the city crowding with demons. Many distressing over the assault of the angels, their emotions at an unrest. That bounty hunter returning, confronting the pig of mutation. That devil secreting a mixture of foul odors, disgusting it is. Those crimson eyes of the young woman glaring at the swine, her revolver aiming at his skull. That fiend trembling, his heart desperately pounding within his chest. Her cold vision upon him, her suspicion in mind.
"Wha—what are you doing?!" he frantically questions.
"I have been thinking...I find it quite odd that the angels have not killed you. Especially since you are so easy to find." She suspiciously responds.
"I—I guess I have just been lucky!" he panics.
Angels storming the city, a place in a pitiful state. That slaughtering of demons, a sight burning into the mind of the maiden. That swine unusually fortunate, a demon having access to certain information. An attack of coordination, this much is of certainty. Those cold eyes locking onto the swine, fear clawing away at his soul. Sweat running down the side of his face, his heart desperately pounding inside of his chest. One within the vicinity, easiness in finding. Suspicion at a high, information of requirement.
"Is that so? Then tell me specifically how you evaded their detection." She coldly states.
"Th—there are many underground railroad systems, it's not too hard to slip in and out!" he hastily responds.
Numerous connecting pathways, this definitely of a possibility. Her vision glancing to the ground, analyzing the escape routes. Those lines each linking, one capable of sneaking in and out. No matter so, that timing of those angels. An unsettling feeling gripping at her, that young woman gauging the credibility of the demon. Those crimson eyes of hers resting upon his panicking own, a lawless world, those willing to use anyone and anything at their disposal. That young woman learning this quite well, everyone no less of a threat. Even so, his argument holding some ground.
"I suppose that can be true, for now I have my eyes on you." She places away her revolver.
That wind blowing through, dust within the area. The air a bit thick, sickening in all reality. A sigh of relief escaping the pig, that maiden calmly turning. Glancing back to him, her vision of suspiciousness. That map, one coming in with specific details. Angels attacking soon after, a coincidence it may be, but something is unsettling her. That demon behind her, familiar he is. Positioning her arms in a thinking posture, those many experiences of the past, that young woman unable to identify him. For now, she will remain cautious.
"You're quite something ya know that?" some agitation extending from the pig's voice.
"That has been said, now then, I am off." Cyra calmly speaks.
Silence coming over him, his heart racing within his chest. Words engraving inside of his mind, that one standing there. Years it may have been, but her presence of the same. That encounter, one escaping even death. That swine witnessing the maiden heading on her way, the demon soon standing alone in the alley. Aggravation deep within him, that pig reaching into his back pocket, taking out a scale. Resting his vision upon it, malevolence burning from the piece inside of his palm. That one still standing, even now, those crimson eyes scarring his mind.
"Are all beings who have been born low fated to be bested by you? Tch...! That is something I will not accept..." Hatred expressing from his eyes.
Emotions far inside, one rising from the deepest of abyss. Those below living in her shadow, hatred developing over the years. That swine turning, placing the scale into his pocket. His vision onward, that pig heading forward. An endless path, one diving deeper into the blackness of his heart. No matter so, his desire in sight. One born low, outdone by those far above. His anger of deepness, yet something more driving his way onward. That will to resist, taking on the harshest of risks. That resolve burning, those eyes setting a course. Sometime going by, Cyra entering into the bar. That smell of alcohol being the same as usual, devils at an unrest.
That attack from those angels shaking them, those many trying to return to their usual activities. That young woman resting her vision in the direction of the bartender, a smile coming to that ghoul, motioning her over. Walking through the bar, her eyes upon her surroundings. Even through the harshest of times, this place of her home, somewhere for her to return to. A bunch of misfits everyone is, but together a family they are. Despite the horror from earlier, those smiles slowly coming back. Taking a seat at the counter, her eyes of distantness, doubt plaguing her. That path she is on, one diving even further into the abyss. A heart in agony, that soul yearning to soar. Unsettling memories, feelings reaching out. Distressing it is, but that young woman accepting her decision. That deepest desire, her many wishes. That one descending farther, all to grasp those pleasureful times once more.
"I heard you were dead." Ryan pouring out a glass of alcohol.
Angels storming the NetherWorld, that devil making her way into the Tower of Time. Memories of the past returning to her awareness, that confrontation with her old friend. A mother failing to save her daughter, a thousand years of confusion. Sickening it is, that demise sending her in between the world of the living and the dead. Sorrow deep inside, her path going forward. That will to oppose, one rising to the challenge once again. Glancing to the ghoul, her vision gentle upon him. A demon he may be, but a bond that is irreplaceable.
"You should know better than to believe rumors." She calmly speaks, slightly looking away.
Conflict residing inside of the deepest of darkness, a reunion between a mother and her child. A realm existing in between the living and the dead, an old fire burning anew. Despair weighing on the soul, a heart in pain. Deities raging an attack against the world of the demons, desires feverishly lashing out. That bartender slightly tilting his head, uncertain on what may be troubling the young woman. A sigh escaping him, figuring it may be the stress getting to her. Moving the alcohol towards her, that devil glancing at it.
"Oh, apologies, no alcohol." She looks towards him.
Surprising those words are, that ghoul stepping back. Most peculiar this is, that maiden refusing a drink. Those years of her consuming some of the most heavy beverages, one no doubt carrying many problems within her. Scratching the back of his head, that demon wishing for an answer on this development. A regular changing all of a sudden, drastic it is. Emotions far within her, hatred boiling at the core. Those feelings driving her way, a devil remembering, carrying that pain towards her deepest desire. Even if it is an eternity of despair, that will to oppose igniting once more.
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"Huh? What happened to you up there in that tower?" shock extending from his voice.
Memories of the past, that pain branding upon her heart. A soul yearning to soar, a mistake eating away at her. Two reuniting for a moment, pleasureful it has been. That smile returning for an instant and no more, a blissful meeting between companions. Distantly resting her vision on her right hand, witnessing malevolence secreting from her body. One of many trials, that need to devour, that wish for power. One embracing her imperfections, those selfish desires. A devil pursuing a path, seeing the faintest light. That hand reaching out, a destination that may even lead to nothingness. Those events inside of the Tower of Time lingering within her, a powerful influence it is.
"Let us just leave it at...I have lost my taste for such a thing. Anyway, tell me. Do you have any clue on why the gods are doing this?" she turns her attention to the bartender.
An order from so high, angels descending to the realm of the demons. Mindless they have been, weapons and no more. One breaking free of his bondage, aiding her in her goal at the time. A lawless world the NetherWorld is, one that she is loathing. No matter so, a home it is to her. Precious memories forming in those distant days, times of happiness. Even if it is a place of corruption, it has its worth. That ghoul positioning his arms in a thinking posture, slightly looking up. Connecting those finer points, linking it to the Tower of Time. Out of the ordinary it has been, difficult it is to pinpoint an exact reason.
"Wish I can tell you for certain. Though, I know for sure the Tower of Time was a key point. Wonder why though." He shrugs.
"A key point? I wonder, are those trials involved? For now, I have to find out if there are any other important points." Her expression becoming a bit more serious.
A critical point the Tower of Time is, a plan in place by those gods. Actions most reprehensible, uncertainty of their plan at hand. Uneasiness gripping at the young woman, a horde of angels attacking. A war far above her grasp, even so, she will continue onward. Opponents of powerfulness, a devil merely in relation to a dagger in a storm. Despite it all, that heart resisting. A chance coming along, that light finally within view. Pressing deeper into the abyss, a soul seeking the nigh impossible. Even if the chances are minuscule at best, that no less enough in continuously resisting.
"Ryan, are there any other points in which the gods have influence over?" she positions her arms in a thinking posture, slightly looking down.
Points of interest, a lawless world underneath assault. That Tower of Time hiding away its secrets, one in where that young woman has been well in awareness on. A wish lingering deep within her, times of those distant days. That bartender closing his eyes, turning a bit to his side. Deeply thinking on the Tower of Time, that relevance it may have. An idea coming to his mind, that ghoul leaning against the counter, his vision directly at the maiden. One most reliable, Cyra expecting no less from this demon.
"Now that I think about it, the Sunken Temple of Nirva." He informs.
"Sunken Temple?" she questions in more interest.
Another point of importance, that maiden hearing of it for the first time. One working innumerable jobs, yet this knowledge evading her. Those of differing worlds engaging in war, a temporary retreat. Small the chances may be, but this no less of enough. Those crimson eyes meeting with the ghoul's own, this game of chance developing even further. That bartender slightly looking away, gathering his information. Unsettling this is, confusing even. The importance of the temple eluding him, even so, Cyra identifying relevance in the Tower of Time. These two of a connecting point, a hand in playing against those deities.
"Yeah, a long time ago that temple used to draw worshippers from all over the NetherWorld. It would become advanced due to all the donations being made. Though, during a war it was lost, and the gods as a result lost a lot of support. If anything, that point can be used as a strategical ground. There should be three points in total, creating a triangular lock." Ryan explaining.
Those words catching her attention, three points creating a lock. Worshippers many years prior, the NetherWorld once a place of stability. No matter so, that time going away. Thinking on it for a bit, that maiden wondering on the moment of decline. Slowly shaking her head from left to right, pushing it out of mind. Taking out a map, placing it on the counter. Ryan resting his eyes upon it, witnessing her marking the location of the Tower of Time. That devil doing the same for the Sunken Temple of Nirva, soon identifying the Tower of Eternity. Her vision slightly at an unrest, that ghoul noticing her expression.
"So...it really is genocide..." Her voice expressing some unease.
"That's my best guess anyway." Ryan agreeing, looking to the points on the map.
Cold sweat trailing the side of his face, a frightening chill rushing down his spine. Those gods going to extreme lengths, their goal in purging all demons from the NetherWorld. Cyra distantly gazing down at the map, a conflict repeatedly getting worse. A triangular lock, failure having a devastating outcome. Pounding her fist down on the counter, frustration deep within her. One against those gods, a devil no more than an ant at their feet. That young woman turning her attention to those demons, smiles upon their faces, those many leisurely chatting. An attack slowly coming out of their system, a family they are to each other. Ryan looking away, well in awareness on how close she is holding everyone.
Lowering her head, one having a place of belonging. Even after those countless years of torture, there can be some form of joy. Even if her smile is not sincere, at least there is bliss. Those not having the best of behavior, yet their hearts residing in the right place. This establishment of her home, alongside so many pleasureful devils. Agony deep inside of her, that maiden desperately wishing in screaming out. No matter so, such she cannot do. An action that will harm the morale of those demons, frustrating it is. Ryan well in awareness that it is difficult for her, witnessing Cyra rising from her seat. That maiden facing away from him, pushing her insecurities out of mind. One path remaining, the young woman continuing forward. That one unable to turn back, her deepest desire in sight.
For now, my search for Valor will have to wait. If what Ryan said has any truth to it, then at least one of these points have to be destroyed. I suppose my next best bet is to the Sunken Temple of Nirva.
"Next time I will order something." She glances back to Ryan.
That one wishing in searching for her old friend, a pressing matter at hand. Her desires clashing against those of highness, a heart yearning to be free from its bondage. That soul wishing to soar, a resolve steadily returning. An old fire lighting anew, one extending her hand in this game of chance. That ghoul standing straight, folding his arms. A smile coming to his face, an end approaching. Despite it all, it is never truly hopeless. Even if the chances are minuscule at best, that one grabbing hold, trying to make it into a reality.
"It's cool, and look at you, playing the hero role all of a sudden haha." He laughs.
"Hero? That is not my style. My reason for doing this is for me to lay my own troubles to rest. My goals are more selfish than you may believe." She calmly states.
That devil embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, even if it shall mean becoming corruption itself. A heart yearning for the past, those times within her view. Ryan resting his vision upon her, some interest expressing from him. Positioning his arms in a thinking posture, wishing to know of her own goal. Those deities raging war against the demons, even through it all, one selfishly pushing onward. A solitary person she has always been, barely conversing with anyone. Even so, a truly valuable friend she is.
"Is that so?" he questions.
"Indeed." She looks ahead, a faint smile coming to her face.
Desires deep inside, one wishing for days so long ago. Words never reaching another, two drifting apart. Sorrow clawing away at the soul, a life in torment. A mother finding solace in her daughter, no matter so, reaching her limit. A plan coming into play, that one temporarily regaining her freedom. That child following her into the Tower of Time, a most cruel end. That young woman trying to save the small one, a failure in doing so. These many emotions flowing through her, a chance to grasp her own existence. That devil wishing to right the wrong that has been done, conflicting emotions clashing within her. Heading onward, carrying those feelings with her.
I suppose it has always been like this. I even hated my father for arranging that marriage, and now I have to clean up this damn mess? Tch...! Frustrating it is, those times of joy, how I wish for them. Jealousy I may have, others much more fortunate. I as well having desires, that I will make known. Misfortune it may bring, but that is okay. That light finally being in view, my path revealing ahead. To return to such a time, to right that wrong I have done, I will tread through this abyss.