A curse of an existence, carrying it at her depths. An entity from the farthest of abyss awakening once again, bringing demise in the wake of her despair. Countless fearing her, her image and voice engraving into them. Opposing the rationality of others, seeking after her deep desire. Failure once, numerous passing years. Stepping onto the plain of the living again, those feelings still existing. Sealing her memories, a night of eternity coming. Those sentiments within, unleashing it on everyone. Some years since that dreadful night, a nightmare of eternity no more. An Iconoclast, one opposing the rationality of others. Her heart of softness, opening infinite possibilities.

Knowing the greatest despair, wandering in blackness. Loneliness of greatness, hands reaching in, pulling her to the surface. Her efforts over her years, fruits of it on display. Her powerful wish, simpleness of it. Hatred of enormousness, carrying it with her. Holding in these feelings, malevolence secreting. Agonizing feelings, no longer willing in remaining in silence. Bringing demise to those in her path, yet salvation as well. Instilling fear into the gods, those not rivaling her. Blissfulness of currentness, embracing in this warmth. Far above, passing through clouds of endlessness. Floating platforms, chains binding them together. Worlds once apart, now together. A plain of distantness, a gate of old stretching tall. Symbols of yore igniting on it, passing through it. The realm of the gods, and home of the angels.

Efforts over the years, falling into despair. Sinking at the depths, silence for longness. No longer willing in enduring, racing in its vastness. Resisting the harsh tides, stepping on a plane far above. Opening infinite possibilities, this on display. Advancing technology, buildings of tallness. Streets connecting paths, everything looping around. A fort of the display, readying for combat at any moment. Continuously developing, meeting challenges ahead. Rumors in the realm below, those speaking of great knowledge. Research constantly advancing above, repeatedly improving the finest of detail. An age of gold, yet inhabitants noticing the state of their ruler. Distantness of the individual, wondering on it.

Concerning with them, awareness on this one's efforts. Countless fearing this entity, painting them an enemy of the Nine Worlds. A heart of softness, one still in bondage. Unable in escaping those shackles, embracing some betterment. Still wanting something more, her deep desire still not in fulfillment. Loyal followers confronting the once supreme deity, those residing on the bottom floor of the palace. Tiles of granite, statues of comrades lining the walls. A carpet of redness extending, stretching along the stairway. Pictures in view, smiling companions in them. These feelings of warmness, never forgetting them. That god listening to those people, understanding their displeasure. Valor, a companion to this entity. Armor shimmering a beautiful light, reflecting his beliefs within. Hair of crimson, eyes of the sea.

Difficulty no less, pureness of individuals. Worrying of her, understanding this. That realm of the gods, making it her home. This not enough for her, something more of requirement. Work of importance, hoping in one day fulfilling what she wishes for most. Those in agreement at the moment, steadily building their lives in togetherness. Turning, gazing at a picture of her. Her smiling with so many, simpleness of the scenery. His attention on another, children clinging to her. Facing those individuals, angels, devils, giants, and so on. His old friend trying to unify races, not believing in separation. Bonding with them, powerfulness of this. His home in Vanaheim, familiarity of this.

"We are just concerned, Cyra hasn't been herself in a while." An angel folding his arms, slightly looking down.

"We were wondering if there was anything we could do." A demon placing her hand on her waist.

Appreciative of these individuals, those going the distance. Worrying about a devil, distressing of her state. Wanting something within, simpleness of feelings. Unable in achieving quite a bit, moving towards what she is wanting most. Desiring in grasping everything, difficulty of it. Taking it one step at a time, troubles of the past still haunting her. Slightly looking down, folding his arms. Greatness of strife, awareness on the reason for it. Resistance no less to it, massiveness of her sorrow. Yearning for her happiness, obstacles still in the way.

"It is not so simple, but do not concern yourself. I have an idea in mind." Assuring them, his vision ahead.

"Well, let us know, she has done so much for us." a Vanir folding their arms.

"Will do. For now, continue on with what you're doing. Leave this to me, I know her better than anyone else." Valor faintly smiling.

A friend to her, continuously following. Efforts over his years, enduring separation. Wrongs of the past, steadily righting them. Witnessing her change, holding onto his hope. Believing in her heart of old, that fire of dimness. Igniting of it, that one of yore resurfacing. Proceeding in her own way, bringing miracles in her path. Selfishness of her, embracing her imperfections. Two sides in existence, one of innocence, another of malice. Tormenting memories, guilt still remaining. Heading to her location, leaving that realm of the heavens. Venturing to the NetherWorld, stepping onto that grassy plain.

Endlessly stretching on, their bond forming in this place. That tree of enormousness still there, that young woman residing underneath it. Hair of longness, shining beautifully like the sun. Her vision of crimson, armor of gold, her velvet cape of nobility on the lower half of her back. Hearts connecting to this field, two meeting here. Those of differing worlds, a friendship forming. Emotions growing over the passing time, fondness of one another. Companions tackling challenges together, two against the worlds. Pleasantness of those days, this still not of fulfillment. Betterment of currentness, slowly moving towards her deepest desire. Parting years before, this potentially doing more damage.

Conflicting sentiments, clashing inside of her. Someone missing from her life, wanting them in her arms. A sigh of stressfulness leaving her, gentleness of the breeze hitting her. Gripping the hilt of Lævateinn, raising the demon sword high. Watching the light of the sun reflecting off of it, distantness of her gaze. That hilt of a bone, ancient symbols along the length. A weapon constantly at her side, paving their way. Evolving over the years, weakness at one point. Confronting challenges with her, remembering their efforts. Malevolence secreting from the blade, resonating with her.

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"Just...how long did I fight...? Just how much did I do...? It matters little really...I still failed..." Lowering her sword.

Sins of deepness, seeking what is within. Selfishly pursuing her path, trampling upon others. Despising every step of the way, wanting something for herself. Yearning for those times of old, treading on the domain of the gods. Shouting her soul, damning the realms. Passing time, her desire far within still not in fulfillment, yet betterment of it. Another missing, wanting to share it with them. Glancing back, Reviver horizontally on the lower half of her back. That staff resonating with her, shining a light of warmness, its shimmering golden gleam. Crescent moon of the top, crimson of it. That Seraph residing from behind the tree, folding her arms. Nine wings on display, understanding her sorrow. Trying to convince her, that young woman refusing.

"You know why, I am the current leader. There are limits to what I should do..." Cyra slightly looking away.

Ascending to the throne, guiding those of a nation. Enduring her grief, wanting something within. An image in displaying, providing a hand of fairness. Growing selfishness, desiring for it in breaking free. Silence of the area, awareness on this answer. One in between the living and the dead, those unable in crossing over to the living without clearance. Standing there, gazing into the sky of vastness. Clouds steadily moving, sadness from that Seraph. Protecting this one, limitation on her actions. Residing there, continuously with her. Difficulty of currentness, yet maybe a way still existing.

"Thought I would find you here." Gentleness of a familiar voice.

Glancing back, Valor behind her. Sorrow in her eyes, that deity seeing this. Shouldering her burdens on her own, normalcy of this. Experiences over her years, learning in withstanding. Dangerousness of it, those sentiments inside of her. Dictating the display of her power, her driving force. Unleashing it on her enemies, pursuing her deep desire. Wanting in making it easier, an old friend constantly following. That Seraph walking around, standing at the side of the tree. Her attention on the two, Valor holding a possibility in doing something. A future of theirs, efforts over the years leading to this.

"Valor..." Distantness of the devil.

Conflicting feelings, yearning in opposing. Those burning emotions, trying in staying out of blackness. Drowning in these sentiments, sinking away. Quivering within, her rising urge. Her position of currentness, weight of enormousness. Despising it, needing in holding out. Lowness of her spirit, awareness on her troubles. Reclaiming her memories at the end of the war, pieces remaining in picking up. A haunting past, fixating on a wrong of old. A voice of youngness, racing after her in the Tower of Time. Death claiming the individual, tormenting events of yore.

"Hey...I know what you are thinking..." Folding his arms, his gaze a bit serious.

Welling emotions, never able in letting go. Capabilities within her hand, hesitancy in proceeding with it. Efforts over her years, breaking down boundaries. Seeking after what is within, her deep desire of importance. That still not of fulfillment, wanting another wish as well. Selfishness inside, yearning in embracing her imperfections again. His vision on her, her eyes flashing gold for a moment. Distantness of him, rubbing his own. Turning to him, her vision of crimson. Confusing of this, shaking away this feeling. His expression of lightness, warmly smiling at her. A hand of gentleness on her cheek, their gaze meeting with the other. That devil calming a bit, her companion lowering his hand to his side.

"You pushed the limits of what can be done. It was you, who made it clear that we decide our own fate. So...maybe, it doesn't hurt to be a bit selfish." His gentle tone.

Times of old, a bright individual. Loving the worlds, venturing far. Learning much over her years, tragedy setting in. Binding in shackles, silence for longness. No longer willing in remaining in quietness, breaking her bondage. Wings of shakiness, drowning in despair. Resisting the harsh tides, awakening to what is within. Stepping on the domain of the gods, shattering a cycle of endlessness. Grasping betterment, still pursuing what she wishes for most. Trueness in her companion's words, serving as an image for all. Fighting against beliefs, a hand of warmness to countless. Embracing what is inside, this no less her nature. Awareness on this, distantness of her gaze, her role of currentness.

"My own emotions on such...I cannot, I failed that night. Even now...it just seems like Maria was a pawn for all of this to happen." Lowering her head.

Her daughter of old, sentiments still existing. Desiring in righting her wrong, trying to save that child. Failure of equivalence, taking on the life of her. Desperation in those times, returning for a moment. Defeating an opponent of powerfulness, parting between two friends. Nightmares still with her, never ending of it. Shakiness of her, conflicting feelings. Agonizing of it, her hand on the edge. Continuously remembering, this driving urge. Barely holding herself together, painfulness of it. That old friend living with this, doing his best in aiding her. Trueness of closeness, this forever remaining.

"I always wonder, how many different ways that could have played out. Now this position of me, I cannot stand it..." Her quivering voice, holding her arms.

Her heavy burdens, one residing above countless. A throne in her grasp, serving as an image to numerous. Selfishness inside of her, wanting in breaking free. Shackling wings, resisting this. Her nature within, difficulty in quelling. That will in opposing, her building emotions. Slightly looking away, Valor in awareness. Admiration of her, one enduring the harshness of the worlds. Withstanding sorrow, steadily returning to the surface. Thinking on this life, her heart not for it. Needing in doing more, having in holding out. A way in lessening her troubles, thinking on this. Facing away from him, biting her lower lip.

Tormenting emotions, this building urge. Her actions of the past, breaking through boundaries. Seeking after what is inside, damning innumerable. Becoming the enemy, selfishness of her path. That realm of the heavens without a leader, Valor not of fitness for it. Leaving it in the hands of someone better, a temporary arrangement. This of his word to her, searching for another. One capable of meeting a line of similarity, meaningfulness of the realm above countless. Walking up to her, his arms wrapping around her. Her strife of deepness, displeasure of this course. That nature of hers, still pursuing her wishes. Wanting in fulfilling every last desire of hers, hoping in seeing her smile of pureness once more.

"Everything will be okay, that I can promise..." His gentle tone.

Stirring feelings, tips of pieces. Enduring cruelness, experiences over her years. Difficulty continuously coming, rising to those challenges. Shakiness at times, this no less one of them. Uncertainness in proceeding, her quivering heart. An old friend with her, those forming a life together. Some happiness coming, never able in forgetting her most horrid days. That deity aiding her through her struggles, appreciating him. Those two remaining in that field for hours, enjoying the passing time. Thinking back, constantly parting. Betterment arriving, still yearning for her deepest wish. Chatting away with the other, relishing in the presence of one another. Night eventually coming, that bleeding moon far above.