A legend foretelling the Bringer of Demise long ago, someone wandering in the darkest abyss. Their deep anguish, causing death in the wake of their despair. A person tackling their great challenges, extending a warm hand to others, eventually shattering an endless cycle.
An individual drawing the attention of another, a mage committing many atrocities. Elrich Velzar in his tower, the man in his lab. A victim chaining to the wall, the slowly dying person.
"Tell me...why...?" his hateful voice.
"Hm hm, why else? Just a bit of an extra touch needed for when the goddess descends." Elrich folding his arms.
"You...are a madman...!" the man's shaking eyes.
A person defiling souls over the years, his aim towards one in the heavens. A moment capturing him, unable to forget their presence. Elrich hearing the man's scream, watching blood pouring out. Their widening arms, the individual's skin blackening, seeing their eyes becoming pure red. Watching the victim's body expand, the person flailing in great pain.
"Come now, goddess. I am waiting for you." His slight grin.
From high above the clouds, Cyra descending, shortly landing on top of the tower. Hearing the many screaming souls, feeling their anguish. A mage going far, stripping away countless lives to reach one far above. Her eyes on an elderly man and woman lying lifelessly in a corner, the demon soon walking up to them.
Her hands to her chest, closing her eyes. Drawing their souls to her, taking them into her body. These warm sentiments to her, the devil's sad vision. Anger shortly coming to her, soon glancing behind. Her guardian there, the Seraph folding their arms. Both proceeding forward, entering into the tower, descending down the long dark stairs.
"Be-careful, Cyra." The Seraph's concern.
Many souls in this place, their echoing screams in the tower. Countless pleading for help, some wishing for blood. Death and decay lingering in the air, this unsettling terror. Cyra shortly stepping into the hallway, the grey walls making it difficult to pinpoint her exact location.
A giant maze around her, the demon soon catching something. That young woman walking up to the wall, her vision on an ancient alchemy pentagram, its bleeding red color.
"I should have acted earlier, yet I was being stubborn."
An entity wishing to put down her weapons, someone trying to stay off the battlefield. A mistake leading to this chaos, a person committing many atrocities. Taking in these sentiments, soon proceeding forward.
Hearing banging on the walls, screams from those no more. Cyra shortly standing in front an elevator, her suspicious eyes on it. A trap before her, the young woman unable to access the deepest floor.
"He is no longer buying time, so what is the purpose for this delay?" her hand to her chin.
A devil standing in the palm of one's hand, having to play along in their game. Carefully heading in, turning to see the cage closing down. The shortly descending object, soon arriving at its destination.
The entity feeling the great corruption, its massive weight crushing at her. Her vision on the opening path, moving her hand behind her, gripping the hilt of her demon sword on the lower half of her back.
Her eyes on a rushing shadow, immediately thrusting her sword forward. Plunging it through the fiend's skull, its ferocious crimson eyes. Cyra removing her blade, uneasily looking at it falling to the land.
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A new enemy to her, soon shifting her vision ahead. Slightly turning herself, a claw narrowly passing her. Locking onto her opportunity, swiftly severing the head of the monster, splashing blood along her surroundings.
"These are the experiments of Elrich Velzar." Lowering her weapon, looking at the monster's corpse.
A man capturing many, using these pieces towards his goal. An individual creating countless monsters, all towards his goal for a vessel for another.
The devil's mind on his actions, witnessing these parts. Steadily moving towards her desire, trying to stay away from the fire. Unable to do so any longer, the young woman making her way to a great threat.
Cyra shortly heading forward, her eyes on the grey surroundings. Shifting her gaze to a corpse lying in the corner, feeling the person's anguish. The demon walking up to the body, soon standing before it. Drawing out their soul, taking them into her body.
"I'm sorry, I should have acted much sooner..." Her sad voice.
Enduring the weight on her psyche, carrying these many emotions inside of her. Kain, Rick, Emily and Martha at her side. Her vision to her family, shortly feeling a hand on her shoulder.
The devil looking to Kain, his assuring eyes to her. Understanding his message, Cyra walking onward. A person running down their dark path, getting closer to the light at the end of her nightmare.
Making her way deeper, coming across a cell, a beast-like fiend in a terrible state. The monster growling at her, their great despair at her. Extending her hand to it, the creature looking at her.
Steadily moving to her, soon standing before her. Taking hold of her hand, their slowly fading darkness. A soul of a woman, the person moving into the demon's body.
"I will not make excuses, I allowed things to get this far. I never should have, no matter how much I hate fighting..." Her hand to her chest.
Feeling their pain, a person enduring torture from a mage. Someone finally coming, freeing them from their torment. Shortly continuing onward, Cyra carrying the heavy weight with her. Eventually making her way onto another elevator, descending to the next floor.
The opening door, seeing a figure moving in the shadows. The fiend coming into view, desperately reaching out to her. Holding their hand, looking into those sad eyes.
"G—goddess...you...he did this...to get you here..."
"I am aware. It is okay now, you can rest within me..." Her soft tone.
"Thank...you..." The struggling monster.
A heart answering the cries from others, taking in their sorrow. Her eyes on the person's fading darkness, seeing the spirit of a man in front of her. Bringing them into her body, allowing them to rest.
An ancient alchemy, the horrendous process towards creating a nightmarish existence. Cyra glancing behind, the Seraph folding their arms. The demon soon looking ahead, her stern vision.
"That human...he will feel what rests within us." Her cold tone.
Heading onward, these souls along with her. Their desire to see an end to the madness, to bring meaning to the demise of countless. One grasping their wishes, pushing onward in her path.
An enemy drawing her attention, something more existing with his plan. The demon hearing echoing sounds from the walls, seeing blood splashing from a distance.
Her attention onward, raising her demon sword. Rushing forward, plunging through her foe, stabbing them down into the land. A monster with six arms, their messy hair and fiendish eyes. Its dreadful sounds, hearing their pain.
A white light leaving their body, her vision on the spirit of an Elven woman. Shortly taking them into her body, her distant vision. Cyra soon standing straight, biting her lower lip.
"It never stops..."
A heart constantly in battle, her displeasure towards it. One drawing her into the fiery inferno, releasing the darkness in her soul. Her wish to simply live her life, to exist in similar days from long ago.
The demon walking forward, shortly stepping into another elevator. Her vision on an additional button, her sharp eyes on it. Cyra pressing it, her gaze to the closing cage. Folding her arms, descending deeper into the tower.
Shortly arriving on the floor, the room pitch black ahead. The demon carefully proceeding, enduring the heavy negative energy. Walking along her dark road, eventually seeing a slim light.
Shortly stopping, the brightening area, her eyes on the flowery field in the dusk. Shifting her vision above, seeing the blood moon high in the sky.
Feeling the familiar dreadful wind, great pain grabbing at her heart. A night forever tormenting her, a memory never leaving her.
Cyra gripping her upper arm, watching two old friends before one another, her eyes on them soon walking away from the other. The young woman's great agony, malice burning from her body.
"Elrich Velzar...you will regret ever coming into my life..." Anger from the demon.
Lowering her head, continuing onward along her route. Petals blowing in the breeze, fury stirring inside of her. Darkness soon surrounding her, everything going black.
A memory deep within her, her life falling apart that night. A man diving into her past, bringing a terrible experience to the surface. The demon soon seeing a red door materializing from afar, her strict vision on it.