Deepness of despair, a night once of eternity. Separating into two, one from the farthest of abyss steadily awakening. Her sorrow, her anguish, her flowing hatred. Her soft heart, resisting the reason of others. Never ending pain, breaking through the surface. Trying to claim what is within, an old friend going beyond. Constantly following, witnessing her endeavor. Blowing wind, that dusk of gentleness. Two animals, Levi and Fernandez playing a game of cards. A final round between them, the moving grass. Determination from both, spreading their hands. Shocking of this to the leviathan, that iguana motioning the chips towards himself.

Dissatisfaction of this, Levi turning away. Those living on the edge, betting towards a morrow of their choice. Wanting in commanding their way, a coin of the flip. Placing everything on the line, losses no less to come. Fernandez brushing off the leviathan, eagerly gazing at his earnings. Managing in surviving in the apocalypse, tricks to his advantage. Warmness of energy, those two facing towards it. A light shining down, Valor appearing. Maria unconscious in his arms, a white dress upon her. His vision on the iguana, seeing those chips. Questioning it a bit, but unimportant of the matter.

"I don't even wanna know. Come on, let's head back." His faint smile.

A heart feverishly burning, unwillingness in repeating mistakes. A lesson from his old friend, one commanding their own life. Her state of shakiness, a way in making her see this. A chance in raising her child of old, going against her refusal. Moving along, those animals following behind. A night once of eternity, that bleeding moon forever shining. Acknowledgement of the presence of one, someone else watching. Distantness of a realm, a plain away from others. That tower stretching tall, armor around it. Halls of ancient markings, never ceasing screams. Echoing of it, ravenous eyes in the shadows. Deep within, a room of deplorableness. Pods lining around, that man in a robe. His hazel eyes, shortness of his brown hair. Lifelessness of bodies, a range of races, some of elves.

"Goddess, I'll create a body worthy of you. And ultimately, achieve my goal."

Ambitiousness of an individual, committing atrocities. Working towards one, blood staining the room. Obsessiveness of him, his aim in mind. Treading upon the domain of the gods, forbidden magic at his disposal. Some struggling specimen, that one walking towards a pod. Stopping before it, extending his hand. Swiping it across, that hair of gold. Emptiness of a shell, a purpose for another. Selfishness of deepness, proceeding in his path. That night of mystery, fading of it. A new day coming about, that shining light. Cyra awakening in bed, tiredly sitting up. Yawning, grogginess of her. Blurriness of her vision, looking ahead. Clearing by the moment, a girl of smallness at the edge of the bed.

"Mommy...?" the girl holding her hand to her chest.

That voice, that word. Her fixating vision, fully on alert. One of youngness before her, her same appearance from before. Around the age of four or five, her daughter residing there. Hopefulness in those eyes, this moment finally coming. Longness of waiting, believing in the tiniest possibilities. Following long after her death, supporting her mother from afar. Desiring in returning, wanting in truly embracing in her warmth again. Many passing years, one coming to her. Offering another chance, taking hold of it. Gazing at her mother, many emotions inside of her.

"Maria...?"

Her mother recognizing her, brightly smiling. Jumping on the bed, embracing the young woman. Gentleness of her hand upon her child's head, those of differing times, closeness of two. Cherishing the other, events of terribleness. One holding her up, wanting betterment for her own. Betting everything on a gamble, death no less her end. Fineness with it, wanting another in giving her daughter an experience away from cruelness. Severing chains, demise claiming one of dearness. Returning below, desperation of her. Failure of equivalence, years of torment. Shortly turning her attention ahead, Valor walking in. That Seraph standing near the door, softness of her smile.

"Valor...why...?" she distantly questions.

"Hey, I'm willing to break the rules now and then. This is your chance, to make things right. Give her an actual life." He smiles.

Going behind her back, a demon contract between the two. Having in following through with her wishes, this no less one of them. Stepping beyond the distance, taking things into his own hands. Allowing for this, a soul of kindness. Reliableness of an individual, acting in her time of doubt. Appreciating this, gazing down at her child. Closeness of hearts, a mother cherishing her own. Despising another, loving her daughter. That one of smallness looking up at her, confusion in those eyes of hers. Something not of rightness, someone missing from this picture.

"Mommy...? Where is daddy...?"

"I was contemplating to erase those memories, but well, figured it is only fair to keep them." Valor holding the back of his head, slightly looking away.

Days of torment, one coming into the NetherWorld. A bit of light in the darkness, a mother cherishing this one. Shakily holding on, unable to do so any longer. Yearning for the sky of endlessness, everything slipping out of her hands. A child of this one, one loving her father. Wrongness in removing her memories, that young woman knowing this. Never shying away from challenges, her daughter deserving the best. Faintly smiling, closely holding the one of smallness. That Seraph from afar, gazing a bit away. A phase no less, naturalness of it.

"Maria...your daddy...was very bad, okay?"

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"Huh...?" she props her head in confusion.

"A lot of time passed, for now, we will take things one step at a time." Her soft tone.

Those cherishing their parents, knowledge not to one of smallness. A mother secluding this information, time not of rightness. Cruelness of an individual, despising them. Binding her for years, tormenting experiences. Never ending nightmares, unwillingness in enduring. Wings of shakiness, breaking those shackles, incapability of flying. Treading down an abyss of loneliness, blackness encircling her. Trailing hands of shadows, yearning for a wish of simpleness. Confusion in the eyes of the child, wondering on the meaning of this. Her father of a bad person, this of strangeness. Trusting in the young woman, two of nearness.

"Okay...will I see daddy again...?"

Commonality of this, expectance of it. Closing her eyes, contemplating a response. Difficulty no less, a child of innocence. Those believing in the best, wanting in holding on. Similarly to herself, reaching after her own father. Wanting to see her mother again, unable to do so in times of old. A Tyrant lying to her, searching for an answer himself. Betterment of the truth, problems of a possibility down the line. Experiences over her years, bringing demise in the wake of her despair. Distantness from the one remaining, learning from those days. Creating her own way, proceeding as herself.

"No..."

Loathing that man, her boiling blood. Never ending torment, trapping in darkness. Wings chaining down, yearning for the sky of endlessness. Secluding her anger from her child, one seeing another side of her mother. Learning over the passing time, information still not to her knowledge. Maria's widening gaze, those words meeting her ears. The heavy collision, her sinking heart. Unable in rationalizing this, needing in knowing. That Seraph in awareness, enduring the blackness of the young woman. Shielding her, constantly remaining on the side.

"Why...?" she confusingly questions.

"Mommy and daddy had to go our own way, okay...?"

Sense of littleness, wondering on the meaning. Those once of togetherness, their display to her memory. Unawareness on the truth, a mother secluding this. Struggling in the shadows, cherishing one of innocence. Incapability of withstanding any longer, yearning for a life of betterment for her own. Seeking freedom for herself, planning in place. Death releasing her, that mother returning for her daughter. Those chilling days, time not of rightness for the one of smallness. Steadiness of the progress, this of importance. That girl wishing for both of her parents, eyes of sadness on her mother.

"When you are older, I will explain it to you better." Cyra assuring her.

"Okay..."

Not able in understanding this, knowledge not in her grasp. A mother secluding this, her reason in doing so. Difficulty no less in facing, her development not there. Challenges on the way, expectance of this. Fineness with it, this of her path. Disappointment from that one of littleness, slightly looking down. Those days of her past, wanting them again. Waiting so long, never growing. Remaining in limbo, this cycle no more. That young woman shifting her attention, gazing at her old friend. Sadness no longer there, gratefulness to him. That one continuously going beyond, always doing his best.

"Thank you..."

"Heh...no prob, but I am not fathering another child..." Propping his arms behind his head.

"Hm hm, is that so?" slyly smiling.

"Ooohh...I hate the fine prints of marriage..." Hanging himself in defeat.

Closeness of two, a bond forming in times of old. Those of differing worlds, ventures coming from their meeting. Growing sentiments, continuously separating. Finding their way back to each other, a cycle of repetitiveness. Shattering this, grasping a life of their own. Still pursuing one of deepness, this enough for now. That giggling Seraph, those eyes of hers meeting with the young woman. Both faintly smiling at the other, niceness of this. That devil returning her gaze to her old friend, warmness to the other. Silence for longness, frustrating of this. Wings shackling down, unwillingness in enduring. Breaking free, those efforts leading to currentness. That one of smallness observing the two, unease from her. Witnessing the god walking towards her, shortly before her.

"I know...this is hard, but let's just start out small." His hand towards her, gently smiling.

This one before her, bringing her into the living again. Not understanding this, believing in something else. Yearning for both of her parents, excitement of her. Longness of her waiting, going back to her mother. A message most stunning, unable in rationalizing this. That hand to her vision, incapability of accepting it. Those welling sentiments, frowning of her expression. Refusing in embracing this, discomfort of it. Not wanting a replacement, those years in hoping. Believing in her chances, no matter of its smallness. Slapping his hand away, clinging to her mother.

Naturalness of this, those not accepting another. Wanting what is meaningful to them, yearning for her father. Not knowing of cruelness, difficulty to bring this to her attention. Youngness of her age, time not of rightness. Slightly looking away, that god understanding the situation. Pulling back his hand, holding the back of his head. Slowness of importance, newness of arrangements. Someone else in the place of another, that deity not intending in replacing anyone. This not mattering to the one of smallness, children desiring those to their heart.

"Sorry...probably not the time." He apologizes.

"Just give her some time, I am certain she will come around." Cyra assuring him.

"Come around...?" gazing at her mother, shortly looking to Valor.

Time not of rightness, adjustment of importance. Heaviness of this occurrence, naturalness of her reaction. Unable to comprehend this, separation of her parents. A deity no less of an outsider, her vision of him, one tearing apart her family. Visiting with her mother, not thinking much on it. Returning to the realm of the living, a crushing weight upon her. That young woman lifting her child, her hand of gentleness on the head of the girl. Steadiness in proceeding, essentialness in this. Difficulty of it, normalcy of this. Rising from the bed, gazing at her daughter.

"Hey, Maria, you hungry?" Cyra softly questions.

"Uh-huh..."

"Well then, let us get you something to eat." She smiles.

Not wishing in concerning with this for now, a problem for another day. That one of horridness constantly in her mind, unable in forgetting. Years of torment, binding in shackles. Yearning for the sky of endlessness, her heart desiring elsewhere. Those of differing realms, one of firmament, another walking the land. Differences uniting them, happiness for a bit. Everything slipping out of her hands, frustrating of this. Years going by, shaping her own path. This one with her again, slightness of her joy. Allowing this for now, gratefulness in having her child again.

Another chance I have...this time, I will give you a better life Maria. Valor...you have always been so thoughtful, from the moment we met. Still, this is not enough...I need to fulfill my deepest desire. Please, endure my selfishness for a bit longer...

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