Driving greed, those seeking after what is within. Selfishness leading them onward, these guiding sentiments.
An attack on a village at one point, those yearning for its secret, trying to force the hands of one. That maiden unleashing her black soul, protecting this place, caring for the people.
Choosing to disappear from their lives, her solution to go ahead. Remaining amongst them, an illusion of her form. Watching their growth, witnessing their bond.
Learning from their mistakes, proceeding towards the future. A child coming years later, seven months since his birth.
Warmth in the late afternoon sun, a mansion in the area. At the front, a shrine of a goddess at the entrance, flowers spanning everywhere. A fountain at the center, water flowing below.
That crying baby in his father's arms, the once supreme deity. This person standing on the front porch, casuals on him, his red hair and eyes of the sea.
His wife in the field, clashing against shadows. Her gold armor, her crimson vision. Her blonde hair reaching long, tying at the base with a velvet ribbon, that noble red cape extending down the lower half of her back.
Continuously training, expecting enemies. Her hatred for the battlefield, yet having to keep up. Mostly putting down her arms, shaping her life in a new direction.
Not allowing anyone to quell her soul, her feverish heart. Drowning out her screaming son, connecting the line.
Her desires inside, her spirit not binding. Trailing her enemies, darkness closing in. Her blade afar, swiftly moving. Striking through, sticking her sword into the ground.
Blackness sweeping the place, shredding the area, ripping apart her opponents. Petals everywhere, this pleasant field to her.
"Your mommy is gonna be here soon, just give your daddy a break." Valor yawning.
Bags underneath his eyes, his current day off. Wishing for a rest, this loudly crying boy. Their heavy breathing, wanting his mother.
His wife constantly to the sky, soaring far, not shackling to the earth. Following her from below, that individual landing at times.
This not changing, someone taking on more responsibility. Her feverish soul, meeting her challenges.
Warmth at times, coldness at others. This one from the deepest abyss, a devil carrying a frightening reputation. Filling with love for the worlds again, crushing those trying to hinder her path.
"You know those commercials that are all about family life being good? Yeah, it was all B.S!" Valor in dismay.
A new life, pursuing a direction away from sorrow. These branding years on them, sentiments throughout time. Enduring much, withstanding losses.
Tormenting agony from the past, her great despair. Reaching for what is within, racing in a black abyss. Not backing down, opposing the rationality of her enemies.
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An Iconoclast damning innumerable, shouting her soul. Mostly putting down her weapons, yet still sharpening her skills.
Foes rising from the depths, their sinister energy. Placing away her demon sword, bending her arms in front of her, leaning over a bit.
Secreting malice, embracing her imperfections and selfish desires. Folding her hands into fists, releasing electricity.
"Selfish I am. No matter, these feelings shall be known..."
Maintaining her life, suppressing her opponents. Her powerful presence, many in awareness on her. Not pursuing her, fearing the Countdown to Ruin.
Countless sins from her, a once supreme deity with her. Companions protecting each other, building on one another. Believing in the slimmest possibilities, connecting numerous bonds.
Many coming to their aid, keeping away enemies. These linking hearts, their never fading friendship. Emotions within her, this feverishly exerting.
Dashing through the field, her increasing speed, her electrical display. Striking from every angle, burning the land, shortly ascending above.
Her high hand, hatred from her vision. Harshly extending lightning, descending at the center. Crashing into the earth, unleashing the power.
This stretching energy, crushing her foes, shattering the land. Bursting onward, passing them. Turning in their direction.
Her arms afar, her fierce will, electricity devastatingly building. Closing in her arms, releasing this force. A massive explosion sweeping the area, setting the place ablaze.
"If this is training, I feel sorry for whoever her next enemy might be." The sighing deity.
That small boy looking at the scene, tears to his eyes. Calming a bit, taking in the view. Witnessing the Iconoclast's power, trying to process it.
Not understand it, yet emotions washing over him. The devil's crimson vision on the fiery field, her cold gaze.
Her lessening malevolence, this shortly ceasing. Reaching behind, gripping Reviver. A legendary staff, that Seraph behind her. An entity away from sight, her nine pure white wings.
Observing this, her faint smile. Watching the young woman develop over the passing time, someone commanding her own life.
Her unrelenting resolve, forcing onward no matter of her hardships. That devil raising the staff, those blades along the top shaping a crescent moon.
The red weapon, this meaningful gift. Brightly shining its pure light, warmth flooding the area. Quelling the flames, restoring life to the field.
Those lively flowers once more, some petals blowing in the wind. Shortly placing away Reviver, running her hand through her hair.
Her quickly beating chest, her aching muscles. A session at an end, sundown upon her. Facing two to her heart, moving towards them.
Soon standing before them, the god sighing in relief. Small arms in her direction, that little one yearning for her.
"Just a bit longer, I have to cleanup." Her hand on her waist.
"You are seriously enjoying this huh..." Valor's twitching eye.
"Maybe." Cyra brightly facing away, her hand to her cheek.
The sounding boy, crying out once more. His mother nearby, someone not taking him into her arms.
Honing her skills, sharpening her abilities. Increasing her capabilities, needing to do so. Once living in the NetherWorld, her harsh life in those day.
Her current reputation, enemies still out there. Those aiming for her, these relentless individuals. Facing her challenges over her years, a child eventually coming.
Her vulnerability for a while, quickly making up the time. The young woman moving away from her kid, his loud voice.
This going on for a while, the deity sitting down on a couch in the living room. These furnitures forming a square in the middle, a table at the center.
Pictures on the walls, plants along the corners, a television in the back. That iguana lying down on a pillow, headphones on him. Groaning from him, the animal still able to hear the little one.
"I know bud, I know..." Valor sighing.
This normal life, their efforts towards it. Having sleepless nights, embracing in this current existence. Sharing in an experience, raising the small one with each other.
A boy coming from two grand beings, infinite potential within him. His mother a halfbreed, her powerful will. Embracing her demonic blood, her overwhelming display.