Realness of old, distantness of the passing time. A dream of it, nightmarish experiences. Yearning for it again, seeking the nigh impossible. Pressing onward, shouting what is within. Blackness of the abyss, light not emitting for longness. Aimlessly walking, holding illness of sentiments. No longer willing in remaining in silence, desiring freedom. Faintness of its shining, racing towards it. Shakiness of her, innumerable emotions. Floating in a space of endlessness, that deity feeling malevolence crushing him. Presence of nearness, sorrowfulness of greatness.
That companion of his, wondering on her endurance of such. Acting in this instance, goal to bring her home. Diving once again into that darkness, searching for one of old. Hoping in reaching her, connecting feelings. Opening his eyes, malice trailing around. Eternity of her nightmare, this of his awareness. Hatred, sorrow, mixtures of emotions, staggering of it. Floating straight, slowly looking around. Light existing in the deepest of darkness, this remaining true. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, that deity continuing onward. Teachings from one of nearness, carrying through on it.
Cyra...I know I may not be the most mature person out there, far from it really...but...I want you to know, I will not let go. If only I can properly apologize for that night, but it is in the past. All I can do is try to right this wrong...
Childishness of yore, innocence in realms of terribleness. Those finding their way, a place of belonging. Standing by it, sharing with another. Smallness of those experiences, wanting them again. Foolishness of inactions, going the distance this time. Nearness of two, a bond continuously extending. Gazing ahead, that shining energy. Someone calling out to him, time of shortness. Determination from him, seeking his old friend. Those awaiting her, a life of her own. Brightening of the scene, that god moving towards it. Reaching out, a hand of familiarity doing the same. Eyes slightly of wideness, calming a bit, taking hold of it. Vision opening, finding himself in between the living and the dead. Stench of death and decay lingering, numerous pathways. Dying trees, many tombstones scattering around. Cracking of the tiles, fiends lurking in the shadows. That bleeding moon above, feeling his companion all around.
"Cyra...where are you...?" distantness of him.
Endlessness of night, rockiness of countless emotions. Residing in blackness, memories continuously floating. A realm without light, yearning for a rest. Rising to the challenges, opposing the rationality of others. Forcing onward, tears spilling in nothingness. None hearing, frustrations of deepness. Moving ahead, heading down a path of murkiness. Uncertainness of the direction, malevolence surrounding him. Difficulty in breathing, watching around him. Ceasing his action, darkness circling him, rapidly spiraling. Shaking away those feelings, attention ahead. Slightly widening of his vision, that maiden's back facing him, residing from a distance.
"Cyra?" he takes a step towards her.
Gentleness in times of yore, brightness existing in those experiences. Horribleness setting in, casting away into blackness. Silently waiting, never ending aching. Tormenting sentiments, separation of two. Nearness of them, unable in relying on him. Years going by, a moment between them. Niceness of it, wanting times of old. Never fading emotions, those of differing worlds. Unlikeliness of their meeting, a connecting bond. Holding her hand to her chest, sorrowfully looking back at him. Reflection from that night, similarity of her gaze, painfulness crushing his heart.
"That night...why did you...just stand there?" she depressingly questions.
A question eternally plaguing, her words of silence. Pleading within, inaction from that deity. Unable in resisting, her power inside of a seal. Believing in a way, incapability of speaking. Concerning with his safety, a way existing from his own awareness. Wanting that chance, hoping for it. Disappointment coming, her sinking heart. Walking away from the other, stinging of it. Standing there, her message deeply piercing him. Dreadfulness of that night, freezing the same. Clearness of remembrance, stillness in those flowery fields. Petals engraving into his mind, dreadfulness of the bleeding moon. That young woman moving further away, coldness of the occurrence. Rain eventually setting in, bathing the area. Lowering his head, uncertainness on answering her.
"I waited for days after that point, hoping you will come, but you never did..." She sorrowfully looks away.
Differing expectations, a dream at an ending. A way in its continuation, slimness of chances. Awaiting her companion, those days ticking by. Slowness if it, a date approaching. Aching of her heart, arrival of it. Loneliness of her, sinking into blackness. Trusting in him, maturity not of him. Kindness of his heart, actions of meaningfulness. Hiding something of preciousness, wanting escape. Memories of her walking down a sickening aisle, wishing in ending everything there. Holding on, enduring cruelness. Gazing at her, foolishness of him. Not knowing of it, a bond of importance. Deepness of her pain, inactions causing more harm.
"Cyra...I...—"
"—You are what? Sorry—?" her voice becoming stricter, turning to him.
Sunlight once shining through, those embracing its warmness. Vision on it, limitlessness of possibilities. Soaring far, realms once within her hands. Relishing in those experiences, a gift forever with her. Childishness of her companion, shyness around her. Awareness on this, patiently waiting. Not pushing, time going by. Needing him in moving out of his shell, that one retreating. Meaninglessness of trusting in others, learning this. That deity ceasing, apologizing of no merit. Wanting in making it right, dreadfulness of his eyes upon her own, those feelings coming out.
"—When will you grow up a bit? Perhaps I should not have waited..." She marginally shifts her vision to her side.
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Those ticking days, eternity of it. Fearfulness growing inside of her, one able in doing something. Speaking of an impossibility, an angle requiring his own attention of the matter. One knowing of their travels, a Tyrant despising the supreme deity. A way of connecting a line, that companion failing in doing so. That final night, standing in a room of loneliness. Walking out to the balcony, vision on the bleeding moon. Uttering words, frustration of her. Slightly of wideness of his eyes, trueness of her message. Enduring them, deserving this. Immature of him, recklessness of him, numerous other things. Emotions far within, failure in stepping out, harming his old friend.
"At least...that was what I told myself..." She turns from him.
Unable in relinquishing those sentiments, continuously holding them inside of her. Believing in the tiniest of chances, time still on the playing field. Vision on the crimson moon, wondering of his location. Closeness of two, a bond reaching throughout time. Torturous years, his presence making it easier. Desperation of her, yearning for the sky of endlessness. Blackness consuming her heart, slimness of light remaining. Hatred brewing at her depths, racing in an abyss of darkness. Her message catching his notice, wondering of her meaning. Rightfulness in her anger, looking down. Thinking for a bit, returning his direction towards her.
"Cyra...I know I have a lot to atone for, this time...this time I will make things right..." He depressingly speaks.
Trusting in one, a bond in events of old. Believing in the tiniest of chances, disappointment coming to her. Actuality to her realization, each aching footstep, her life slipping out of her hands. Dreadfulness constantly plaguing her, anger at her core. Resisting tormenting experiences, enduring cruelness. Power inside of a seal, unable in speaking out. Silence in blackness, tears in an abyss of loneliness. A place once again without light, aimlessly wandering within it. His sounding voice, stillness of her. Glancing back, faintly smiling. Continuing onward, that deity resting his vision on her, witnessing her heading further into this nightmare. Malevolence circling her, vanishing into darkness.
I see now...this is her grief. Cyra...I am a poor excuse of a friend, I know that...this time though, I will reach...I will not let go...
Residing in a world of lawlessness, a heart not in alignment with them. Softness of it, kindness of her. Maintaining some qualities of them, a connecting point between them. Two meeting in a place of meaningfulness, a tree stretching tall. Flowing breeze within the mind, swaying of the grass. Unlikeliness of this, niceness of it. An adventure coming, emotions growing over the passing time. Sentiments of deepness, that deity moving forward. Walking down that pathway, his aim on a goal. Igniting resolve, finding himself at an intersection. Once more setting his eyes on his old friend, that demon residing at the center. Chilling of the breeze, yet sorrowful of it.
"In those earlier days...you did not want to let go..." She distantly states, her hands to her chest.
Never able in forgetting, looking away from her. Desperately wishing their dream in going on, endlessness of his efforts in those times of yore. Wanting their journey in continuing, searching for any way. That companion accepting this, moving towards the ending of their venture. Once trapping in the hands of fate, words shaking her into reality. Holding onto them, consoling him. Those moving onward, togetherness of them. Limitation of their distance, yet a way in surpassing this. Everything riding on his action, believing in the slimmest of chances, disappointment to her.
"You were so persistent, and I truly did believe our dream could become a reality..." She turns towards him.
Sadness of her eyes meeting his own, guilt eating away at him. His gaze upon her, words causing more dread within him. Nearness of two, squabbles of littleness. Once of brightness, malice consuming her. Shakiness of her wings, falling below. Sinking into the depths, her voice not reaching. Years within this nightmare, sentiments inside of her. No longer willing in enduring this, shouting her soul. Breaking free of her confinement, tackling challenges of the past and present. Unable in resisting any longer, these feelings coming out. Crashing against the god, the weight of her despair.
"Though, always...when the time is of most importance, you always retreat into a shell like a child..." She softly speaks.
A hand of guidance, setting their path in events of old. Learning much from her, his power of grandness, her own of smallness. Constantly rising, becoming stronger. Hopelessness of some situations, always finding a way. Kindness of existence, despising the battlefield. Stifling her discomfort, clashing against those far above herself. Believing in the tiniest of chances, holding onto it. Their growing friendship, essentialness at times. Retreating into his shell, disappointment to her. Trueness of this, willingness in going further, that god running away. Childishness of him, a flaw of his. Working on correcting it, damage already on display.
"I know...perhaps it is because I never had a friend like you. So I didn't know how to act, or what to do. Though this time...please, believe my words once more, you will say farewell to this horrid life. We can return to such a time again, and make things right..." He assures her.
Dearness of a companion, those of nearness. Simpleness of occurrences, valuableness of them. Differing realms of two, a connection of unlikeliness. Niceness of it, blossoming emotions. Soaring along the sky, worlds of vastness. Conflict in awareness, two tackling challenges. One knowing of their ventures, strictness of the individual. Allowing his daughter in doing so, her unchanging heart. Actions of deplorableness, massiveness of the repercussion. Turning from her friend, that one trying to reach her again. Foolishness in trusting in his words, doing so one final time. Hoping for the smallest of chance, a possibility in making events of old a reality once more.
"Very well..."
Clustering wishes, those of heaven and earth. The heavy burden, hopes and dreams in her hands. Answering them, frustrations within. Unable in claiming her own, tiring of it. Giving in, sinking into blackness. Light no longer existing, wandering in darkness. That old friend diving in, trying to find her. Those sentiments of hers, her crushing malice. A seal closing in, needing in proving himself. Gazing onward, that old friend vanishing into blackness. Chilling of the breeze, harshness of its collision. Facing in the direction of the forbidden gate, a path of openness. Malevolence intensely burning, escaping from it. Extending far, feeling Cyra from inside.
"Why do you persist?"
Echoing words, freezing for a moment. Illness of emotions, those feelings striking down his core. Glancing back, that Demon Tyrant residing there. Folding his arms, glaring at the supreme god. Turning to him, vision of distantness on the devil. Times of old, a father despising him. Not approving of this bond, persistence of his daughter. Allowing her in keeping this friendship, warning her. Rebelling against him, terribleness of his method. A rift of enormousness, his child embracing selfishness, her imperfections. Realizing this error, of the monstrosity by his own hands. Deepness of his guilt, gratefulness to her, wanting to do something for her.
I should have expected as much. In order to reach Cyra, I will have to prove myself to him. Just hold on old friend...this time I will make our dream a reality...