Born underneath the light of this orb, an existence forever a curse. Coming from two of powerfulness, her blood of a divine and devil. Conflicting qualities, both flowing through her. Growing up in a realm of lawlessness, associating herself as a demon. This eternally remaining true, no matter of the passing time. Facing her companion, both warmly smiling at the other. Simpleness of emotions, trailing along in its guidance. Shortly returning above, that realm of the heavens. A palace now of her throne, her intention in eventually giving it up. Those halls of luxury, a carpet of velvet stretching through.
Pictures along the walls, friends of dearness. Statues lining across, memories around each end. That room for two, massiveness of the bed, beddings of redness. A way to the balcony, companions looking over it at times. Smaller arrangements within, closets, dressers, a stand up mirror. A set up for one, sentiments from a deity. Residing at the bedside, that young woman in a black nightwear. Some disappointment from her vision, those sharing their nights together. Something turning up, strangeness of him working. Wondering on this, that old friend continuously going beyond.
"Hm? You are staying out late tonight?" tilting her head a bit in confusion.
"Ah, yeah, just something I have to take care of. Sorry, but it can take all night. Get some rest, okay?" smiling at her.
Thinking on this for a bit, wondering on it. Strangeness of the time, let alone his work habits. Those of differences, each having their quirks. That old friend constantly avoiding work, yet most reliable as well. Continuously on his case, a line in meeting. Going beyond at moments, reminding of these pleasant feelings. His nature of brightness, happy-go-lucky of him. A role model to numerous, balancing his life. Learning from this, needing in unwinding now and then. Mysteries still existing, appreciating them. Allowing this, faintly smiling, nodding in agreement.
"Very well, try and stay out of trouble at least." Her hand on her waist.
"Haha, oh, we both know I have a bad habit of staying out of, 'trouble.'" Quotation marks with his fingers.
"Hm hm, I suppose so."
Blissfulness of an individual, that one of dearness. Coming far, once of indecisiveness. Maturing over the years, their parting assisting with this. Not wishing in repeating mistakes, learning from them. Timidness still there at times, that reminder of their earlier days. Once holding a title of mightiness, reigning supreme over countless. Falling apart in the presence of another, a bit of hilariousness to it. Maintaining his nature, this of most importance. Shortly heading off, finding himself outside the palace. That flowing breeze, the swaying grass. Freshness of the scent, that bleeding moon high above.
His intention in mind, acting in this instance. Gazing at the path ahead, tiring of this. Stretching himself, proceeding onward. Exiting the gate, some whining from behind. Ceasing his movements, glancing back. Two of trust there, Levi and Fernandez. That leviathan, his shining scales, the brilliance of his silver. Fernandez, that lovable animal. Standing on his hind-legs, barking at the deity. Glancing to Levi, that one assuring of their concerns. Everyone living here, those part of a family of massiveness. Valor thinking on this, one of Cyra's wishes. Appreciating bonds, tightly holding onto it. Sharing it with others, her heart of pureness returning to the surface.
"You're worried about her too huh."
One coming into their lives, giving onto them betterment. A leviathan suffering, blackness engulfing him. A devil devouring his malice, freeing him from his bondage. An iguana in a night of endlessness, loneliness of him. Meeting a deity, uncertainness of friendships. That maiden bringing him along, giving onto him a morrow of brightness. Gratefulness to her, wanting to do something for her. Levi moving around a bit, barking at the god. Fernandez confirming those emotions, their stance on this. Conceding to them, faintly smiling, unable in denying this.
"Alright, come on, I got a plan." Sighing of him, gesturing his arm over.
A hand of guidance to many, naturalness of her presence. Those years of hatred, embracing what is within. Forcing onward, shouting her soul. Trampling on countless, pushing beyond. Unwillingness in relenting, her black path. Extending a hand to numerous, proceeding as herself. Innumerable coming to her aid in the end, those feelings reaching her. One not alone, believing in these bonds. Interest from the two animals, looking at one another. Moving towards Valor, that deity leading them onward. A plan in mind, wondering on it, a way in helping her.
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"She'll probably be mad for a bit, but she will be good soon enough." Valor propping his arms behind his head.
Firmness of her stance, commanding order. Her vision in mind, leading towards a brighter morrow. Enduring her pain, suffering of greatness. Not wanting this life, holding out for now. Those building sentiments, that old friend in awareness. Instability of it, her growing desires. One of powerfulness still existing, wanting in fulfilling it for her. Time not of rightness, a realm in a state of recovery. Those animals confusingly propping their heads, some repercussions for this of a chance. Shortly finding themselves in an open field, the wind a bit heavy. That swaying grass, the cold scent. Fernandez and Levi observing, that deity extending his hand. Motioning it from left to right, his goal in mind. That Seraph from a distance, faintly smiling.
Reliableness of a companion, continuously going beyond. His life of currentness, wanting in fulfilling the wishes of another. Weight of massiveness, difficulty of it. Never able in forgetting her words, enormousness of her malice. Proceeding far, trampling on countless. Sinking into the depths of nothingness, loneliness of deepness. Stepping out of this darkness, those around her. Finally starting a life of her own, desiring to craft it to her liking. An altar of massiveness appearing, animals gazing in interest. A pentagram at the center, burning in negativity. Statues surrounding it, both presenting something. Life and death, a balance between the two. Those animals walking up to it, inspecting it. A fragile process, this of certainty. Turning to the deity, grunting at him. Concerning with this, wondering of a chance of it going wrong.
"Don't worry, it is completely safe." Assuring them.
"..."
"Now, I will tell you. I have to go where her daughter is, that is to gain permission to bring her back." Valor informing them.
A child of old, a mother cherishing this one. Her years of torment, that slimmest of light. Not wanting her own in living an existence of similarity, a way in leaving her torture. Intention in mind for another in raising the one of smallness, unwillingness in enduring any longer. Her burning soul, those feelings rushing out. Consequences of grandness, a devil claiming the life of the girl. A mother returning for a bit, silencing the threat. Equivalence of a failure, everything falling apart. Those animals looking at the other, curiosity of them. Turning their attention to the god, that one taking out a picture of Maria. Oldness of the photo, color not with it. Placing it at the center of the pentagram, that Seraph closely paying attention. Taking out a feather of divinity, energy radiating of Cyra's own. A connecting point of essentialness, dropping it on the picture. A fire of darkness lighting, spreading around the altar.
"A part of the person is needed." Valor explaining.
Similarity to equivalence, going a step further. Those of grandness capable of performing this, riskiness of it. Remembering her pain, her sorrow. Losing her multiple times, a persisting wrong. Making up for it, hardness of his efforts. Remaining, suffering over the years. Finally able in moving onward together, those seeking times of old. Terribleness of their home, betterment steadily coming. Those animals looking onward, witnessing the light burning brighter, turning into energy of pureness. Comforting of it, yet malevolence secreting as well. That Seraph in awareness on the process, one not of simpleness.
"I...Valor, once known as the supreme god calls Maria, daughter of Cyra Von Erit back from the realm of the dead. Return to physical form, and reclaim what has been lost. Perceive your body. Grasp your mind, your soul, your emotions."
Sentiments within, agony of old. One once living a life of grandness, everything slipping out of her hands. Her changing surname, despising it. Breaking free of those shackles, reclaiming her original within her dying moments. Ferociousness of an individual, birthing from two of differing realms. Carrying the name of her father, embracing her blood. Keeping that identity, enforcing this. Raising his hand to the altar, that fire burning brighter. Those animals stepping away, shielding themselves. Concentration of light crashing down from above, that radiating energy. Valor facing them, his mission at hand.
"I will be back in a moment. Where I am going is far from anywhere to be considered half-safe." That deity informing them.
Emotions guiding the way, feverish of those feelings from one. Facing her obstacles, rising to the numerous challenges. Shouting her soul, unwillingness in remaining in silence. Troubles still grasping her, an old friend wishing for her smile. Those animals looking to the other, shortly returning their attention to the god. That entity facing the light, moving onward. Steadily fading away, needing in retrieving one, a child of smallness within a realm of horribleness. Her soul in limbo, two watching over her. Importance of his partner, proceeding down this path of his.