Streaming blackness, floating through this endlessness. Sentiments around, feeling this. His attention from one direction to the next, memories of old. Happiness and sadness from his old friend, struggling over her years. Venturing into the realm in between the living and the dead, shouting her soul. Awakening to what is within, rising to her challenges. His failures branding on him, learning from them. Gazing ahead, an approaching gate. Passing through it, finding himself on the other end. Lingering stench of death and decay, tiles of walkway in a state of poorness. Dying trees, tombstones scattering far. Eyes in the shadows, her powerful influence.

Those not acting, that deity moving onward. That bleeding moon continuously shining down, always acknowledging her presence. Torment for longness, trying to craft her own life. Both sharing a deep desire, constantly working towards it. Distantly gazing around his surroundings, this never changing place. His companion continuously returning, her family residing here. Fragility of the heart, wanting what is within. Naturalness of these emotions, similarity on some ends. Those of the living and the dead, differing realms. A connection still existing, this forever binding.

"Here again, hopefully her father doesn't hold a blade to my throat like the day he found out I accidentally proposed to his daughter." Valor's eye twitching in disbelief.

Displeasure of a Tyrant, cherishing his daughter. Hardness of his efforts, trying to make up for those years. Disliking that deity, his child making her own way. Steadily progressing to the life she wishes for most, some happiness in her existence. Sighing from the god, slowly shaking his head from left to right. Raising his hands, clapping his cheeks. Having in facing her father again at some point, betting on her mother. Pushing his doubts out of mind, walking forward. Treading down the depressing pathway, shadows glaring at him. Glancing to them, their growing numbers. His old friend commanding them, her influence of vastness.

Horror around every corner, one existing in between the living and the dead. Unable to truly live or die, this of her reality. Trying to create her own path, continuously rising. Hopelessness at times, that one creating a miracle. Born from two, the blood of a devil and deity. Infinite possibilities, unimaginable potential. Despising the battlefield, her reason in pushing ahead. Simpleness of her wish, still pursuing it. Making his way towards an intersection, looking down the path to his left. A gate on that end, a seal upon it. Those years of old, dreadfulness of memories. Cyra sealing herself away with Ultima, unable to bring her home in those times. Turning away from the direction, heading down the other way.

"In those days...I was a coward. Never able to break out of my shell...and then the one time I did. No...never again..." Distantness of him.

Plaguing memories, experiences of old. Feelings forever cursing him, learning from those mistakes. Continuously pushing forward, racing after her in an abyss of blackness. Finally meeting up, wanting to bring her home. Her sentiments to his awareness, those emotions on display. Overwhelming of it, suffering defeat. Carrying those days with him, never forgetting. Residing in front of a gate, a light shining from it. Warmness of it, embracing this familiarity. Extending his hands, pushing it open. Gentleness wrapping around him, comforting of it. Heading onward, treading deeper within.

Shortly finding himself in a grassy field, this place bonding two. A plain endlessly stretching, those flowing blades of grass. Gazing at the tree at the center, tallness of it. Pleasantness of the feeling, companions meeting underneath it. One born beneath the light of the blood moon, another from Yggdrasil. Those of differing realms, feelings of trueness. Friends of nearness, growing sentiments. A child sitting underneath the tree, hair of longness, reflecting the sun. Eyes of the crimson moon, resting her vision ahead. That approaching deity, seeing him without her mother.

Warmness of a light descending beside her, Reynas revealing herself. Closeness in appearance to Cyra, her mother no less. An ancient white garb on her, her vision down on the child. That one of smallness confusingly tilting her head, wondering on this situation. That goddess' vision onward, witnessing Valor drawing closer. Hearts forever connecting in this plain, deepness of a bond. Never letting go, faithfulness to one. Pain far inside, enduring it. Separation of companions, years in getting back to the other. Constantly parting, a moment finally coming. Standing before the two, scratching the back of his head. A reason for his appearance, gathering his words.

"Valor, what might be the problem?" Reynas questions, her hand on her waist.

Role of currentness, a devil not pushing the boundaries. This eating away at her, her will in opposing. Sentiments within, resisting those urges. Wanting her life of old, pieces missing. Strangeness of a power, that old friend witnessing it. Struggling in this, that young woman holding her hand. Lowness of her mood, her partner acting. Not wishing in seeing her in sorrow, wanting her smile. His attention towards Reynas, relief coming over him. A Tyrant not there, complications no less with that one. Never liking the god, but learning in tolerating the once supreme deity.

"Taking Maria to her mother, for good this time." Valor informing.

A child of yore, that light in the shadows. A hand of pureness, innocence in a realm of terribleness. A mother desperately holding on, enduring harshness. Shakiness of her, unwilling in withstanding any longer. A path towards her freedom, planning in leaving her daughter with one of nearness. Loathing her ex, unable in escaping. A seal on her power, yet a way in grasping the sky of endlessness. A moment in embracing this, that one of smallness following. Returning below, equivalence of a failure. Everything falling apart, dreadfulness of deepness. Hearing those words, Maria stepping forward. A deity acting for his companion, that goddess understanding his reason.

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"I assume you are doing this behind her back." Reynas placing her hand upon her waist.

Selfishness within, naturalness of these feelings. Acting in the moment, living by their own power. A lesson from a devil, that young woman rising from the depths. Breaking her shackling chains, wings of shakiness. Unable in flying, racing down an abyss of loneliness. Avoiding hands of shadows, trailing blood. Ascending far above her standing, shouting her soul. Creating a path for herself, still seeking its completion. Her deep desire, missing parts still existing. Faintly smiling, nodding in agreement. That sighing goddess, shaking her head from left to right. A soul of kindness, approving of him. Faithfulness of him, a presence trailing him. An arm wrapping around his neck, Reynas covering her face in frustration. That child speechlessly witnessing this, Valor glancing back. Those azure eyes glaring into his own, silver hair radiating in the night, that Tyrant coating in black steel.

"So, is this supposed to be a cheap way of getting a child?" Alastor coldly questions.

"What?! No! I am just doing something nice!" Valor hastily responds.

A father disliking deities, exception towards one. Ascending to a realm far above his own, meeting a goddess in her throne. Conflict between two, yet understanding of the other. Defeat coming to him, losing his grip. Her extending hand, stopping his descent. Venturing together, growing closer over the passing time. Everything slipping out of his hands, searching for answers. Suspiciousness of the culprit, increasing displeasure. His daughter befriending a god, a cycle repeating itself in those days. Reynas stepping forward, a bit of sternness to her gaze. Maria seeing this, her grandmother in front of her.

"Alastor—"

"—Just a moment, we are merely having a family discussion here, right Valor?" Alastor interrupting, threatening the one in his grasp.

A Tyrant cherishing his daughter, making up for times of old. A message still to his memory, discovering of the proposal. His building fury, chasing down the once supreme deity. Sternness from his daughter and wife, unable in convincing them. Having in accepting Valor, that wedding day. A final chance in ending this, Reynas sharply shooting her glare at him. Protectiveness of a father, continuously at the throat of Valor. Glancing back to the devil, his beating chest. This of his family, a most unsettling scenario. Having in living with this, wanting a bit of betterment.

"Just hear me out...!" Valor desperately pleading.

"Alastor, release him." Strictness of Reynas.

Familial troubles, this no less part of the package. A Tyrant in his glory days, one willing in going far. Crushing his foes, expanding his influence. Reason of another, opposition towards her. Grounds of agreement, their growing bond. Differences of them, cherishing one another. Quirkiness at times, yet this of naturalness. Sighing of the devil, reluctantly releasing the god. Moving away from the demon, those glaring eyes of this father. Standing a bit away, keeping his distance from Alastor. Those unable in getting along, a never ending conflict.

"Now then, if you will let me explain. Cyra will never truly bounce back until she has the chance to properly raise her daughter." Valor explaining.

Efforts so far, concerning with his old friend. In awareness on the problem, reluctance of her. Weighing her role of currentness, that building negativity inside of her. Sadness for a while, wanting to see her smile. Going behind her back, needing in doing so. Cherishing his companion, willingness in embracing selfishness. That demon and goddess looking to the other, faintness of Reynas' smile. Nodding in support of this, that Tyrant scratching the back of his head. His attention slightly away, knowing of Valor's direction. Going far for his daughter, a soul of innocence. Gazing at Maria, excitement of the girl.

"Maria, time to go home kiddo." Alastor smiling, folding his arms.

Caring for this one, her state never maturing. Cruelness of actuality, uncertainness of the direction. Faithfulness in her mother, believing in the tiniest of possibilities. Mirroring hearts, trailing along in terribleness. Shining hope, dimness of it. Longness of her waiting, yearning for her parents again. This moment coming, those words meeting her. Looking up at Reynas, more joy filling her. Gentleness of a hand on her head, sadness in seeing her leave. Her place elsewhere, another chance in living. One going far, constantly exceeding their expectations.

"It is not often someone gets a second chance, so live your life as best as you can." Softness of Reynas' tone.

Patience for longness, continuously parting with her mother. Wanting her family again, unable to do so. Remaining in limbo, this place of her solace. Her grandparents there, warmness with them. Silence of her crying, none replacing those within. This moment to her, taking those words to heart. Her attention on Valor, his hand in her direction. Walking up to him, taking hold of it. Permission from two, resurrection almost at completion. A soul of pureness, never able in living her life. Everything slipping away, a concerning girl. Naturalness of actions, unawareness on her mother's reason.

"So, any talk of children between you and our daughter?" Alastor folding his arms.

"You should know...Cyra is still getting her life together..." Valor holding the back of his head, looking below.

"I understand, she grew up far from anything normal. Let alone what she endured..." That Tyrant sadly turning away his attention.

A mother no longer there, a Tyrant falling into despair. His daughter moving away, yet never able in truly leaving. Underneath the watchful eye of him, wanting in spreading her wings. Meeting a deity, happiness for a bit. That bliss going away, a mistake from her father. Despairing for years, agony constantly tormenting her. Shakiness of her, horrifying experiences. Difficulty in finding her way, wanting what is inside. Resisting the reason of others, shouting her soul. Reynas holding her hand to her chest, sadness from her. Watching from afar, unable in doing more. Her daughter surpassing expectations, losing a bit more of herself. Dangling on the edge, determination of her. Maintaining her heart of softness, proceeding as herself. Maria listening to this, confusing of the situation. Wishing in seeing her mother, this of importance to her.

"She's truly the strongest person I have ever met. Physically, emotionally, even now...I don't know how she does it..." Valor slightly shifting his gaze.

"I do not know as well. I am...truly proud to have her as my child..." Alastor's hand on his waist.

Tears in an abyss of loneliness, tides of harshness crashing against her. Forcing against this, breaking through. Racing along a path of endlessness, her voice of silence. Trailing hands of shadows, trapping in a platform of memories. Mirrors surrounding her, her deep frustrations. Unleashing her sentiments, rising to her challenges. Desires reaching out, seeking one of most importance. Valor shortly heading off, Maria at his side. That demon and goddess witnessing this side by side, that Seraph from a distance. Faintly smiling, two companions, their powerful bond.