Associating herself as a demon, growing up believing this. Her partner a deity, his pure nature.
Yggdrasil creating him, those two companions meeting underneath a tree. Their forming bond in those days, both venturing far with one another.
The devil shortly arriving, her sleeveless white shirt and short grey pants. Taking the crying boy from his father, holding him in her arms. That calming kid, his red eyes on her.
"Did you feed him?" Cyra's attention on her husband.
"I tried, but he keeps pushing it away, pinching me, and pulling my hair. He wants you to do it." Shaking his head in defeat.
"Sounds like you had an adventure and a half." Giggling from her.
"I need sleep..." Valor falling back on the couch.
"Then rest, I will take it from here." Her soft tone, faintly smiling.
One stepping on the domain of the gods, challenging the All-Father. Her feverish heart, enduring cruelty.
Rising to her challenge, surpassing his influence. Damning innumerable, shattering an endless cycle. Years going by, another trying to dictate her life.
Ascending to a new state, proceeding to the future. Crushing her foe, unleashing her soul. Her deep desire, passing the torch to a new generation to lead. Her current life, a child now with her.
The entity shortly retrieving a small plastic container, some mush within it. Placing her kid in a stool, sitting next to her sleeping husband, steadily feeding the boy.
Raising her daughter, knowing the difficulties of children. This experience with her, cherishing it. Shortly cleaning the little one, eventually walking around the area, gently getting him to sleep.
This passing day, the morning sun shining down. That devil out in the village, this developing place. Her long white coat, her grey shirt and short black jeans.
Her steadily expanding home, those drawing in a larger crowd. More buildings, new attractions. Many lively people around, each heading in their way.
Children running about, smaller animals walking along. Some trees in view, descending birds. That mother pushing a stroller, her son lying in it. The top shielding him from the sunlight, his wandering eyes.
Soon finding herself at a store, observing a selection of items. A woman behind the counter, this person recognizing the demon.
"It is you...I thought you left..." Her surprise.
An attack on the village, many seeking a miracle. A highly effective medicine, countless coming from far. Frustrations from individuals, each concerning with themselves.
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A limit on the supplies, an uproar from them. Enemies arriving, capturing this place. The devil not wishing for the battlefield, working around this line.
Eventually unable to do so any longer, unleashing what is inside. One from the deepest abyss, a devil revealing her fangs.
Crushing her foes, defending her home. Disappearing from the public, that woman seeing through her illusion. A strange person, some more sensitive than others.
"Why did you disappear...?" folding her arms.
"I cannot keep intervening whenever something goes wrong. Everyone must stand strong, bonding together, carrying their own way forward. One day I might not be here, so I wish for those of my home to overcome their hardships without me. Eventually I will return, to continue my passion." Her hand to her chest.
"I understand...how long do you plan to remain hidden?" that woman holding her arm, looking away.
"Hard to say, could be a few more years." The devil glancing to her son.
This one entering into her life, wanting a difference for him. Not binding him, desiring for her son to find his own path.
This place of her home, many possibilities within it. The time not right to reveal herself, her vision on the coming day.
Wanting to return to these people, appreciating them. Their efforts over the years, bettering themselves.
The growing village, people bonding together. Their hard struggles, moving towards the future. That demon losing numerous over time, her memories with them.
Cherishing her friends, their souls elsewhere. The woman looking at the baby, seeing the crying boy. The mother leaning over, unbuckling him.
Lifting the small one into her arms, his sobbing no more. Shortly facing the person, feeling the gentle breeze.
"What is his name?" her faint smile.
"Azad." Cyra's vision on her child.
His curious red eyes, trailing the items. Many people passing by, not aware of someone. One from the past, her medicine to them.
Helping them, providing in her own way. Those remembering her efforts, wondering on her disappearance.
Sadness from countless, steadily rationalizing over time. Fitting together pieces, working harder. Believing in her return, holding onto that hope.
These voices in the air, the young woman overhearing them. Her soft smile, soon heading on her way. Another day going by, night to the scene, the bleeding moon shining down its light.
Once again in her home, sitting down on the couch in the living room. Fernandez at the baby's side, the little one sitting up.
Listening to his mother playing her flute, this calming melody. His sleepy state, resting himself against her. Shortly setting aside the object, lifting her son into her arms.
Holding him in one, her child falling asleep. Reaching over to her laptop, setting it on her lap. Opening some pages, tracking her investments.
Turning a profit, purchasing some more stocks. Continuously building her wealth, commanding the field in many areas.
Approaching movements, her vision to the one ahead. Valor sitting at her side, casuals on him, his eyes to her.
"Next time you say you have been thinking, I am chaining my waist." Gesturing his hand to her.
A pleasant individual, someone never changing. Laughing at his words, happily pressing against him. Chuckling from the god, his vision on his son.
This small one, a boy carrying infinite potential within him. Coming from two great beings, his life at a better time.
That iguana lying down, closing his eyes, resting from the long day. Glancing to the animal, the young woman's hand on his back.
A reliable friend, a creature caring for the kid. Appreciating her family, her gratefulness to many. Countless making her current life possible, never forgetting their efforts.
A devil once in loneliness, walking in a black abyss. Numerous diving in, extending a hand to her. Pulling her to the surface, aiding towards her deepest desire.
This is my life now, one that I cherish. Countless making this possible, those pulling me from the abyss. This son of mine, he will grow in a much better time than my own. Then when the day comes, he will soar, not allowing anyone to bind him.
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