Seeking a way in ending her torture, planning it for so long. Releasing an atrocity within the Tower of Time, that smallest of chance coming into actuality. Grasping it, death taking her along with the horrid demon. Freedom once more, spreading those wings again. Blissful it has been, a moment no less. Her daughter following them, demise coming to her. Returning below, disposing of the enemy. A trade of equivalence, giving up what is remaining of her, trying to save her own. Failure within her efforts, taking on the life of her daughter. Years of torment, hiding within the flesh of another. Eventually facing reality once more, reclaiming her form. A shadowy image formulating from ahead, eyes of blackness piercing through. That darkness steadily subsiding, armor of crimson revealing.

"No matter how far you go Cyra, I will always have a hold on you." He faintly smiles.

"Ardin, I trusted you to make her happy, yet all you did was harm her. If you were not dead already, I would have dealt with you myself..." Valor looking away.

"I did all I could, but it was never enough for her." Ardin answering.

Resisting throughout the years, falling time and time and again. Grabbing hold of the tiniest of chances, desperation in her actions. Even if death is the ending, certainly a life of betterment for her child. One incapable of fighting any longer, a companion in mind for caring of her own. Everything slipping through her hands once again, despair for so long. Memories scarring her mind, constantly rebounding to experiences of horridness. Words once again from that demon, never understanding. Only seeing what he is desiring, gratifying himself.

"You could give me all of the worlds, and I will never accept it, that is something you have never been able to understand." Cyra calmly states.

Emotions of simplicity, never able in accepting the one ahead of her. Continuously resisting over the years, never ending torment. Painfulness of the past, a voice screaming into the void. Fearing for her companion, keeping silence for so long. Powerlessness within a realm of lawlessness, spreading those wings once more. Death releasing her for a moment, yet returning for her own. Equivalence but a failure, torturous experiences coming from it. Hatred guiding her way, elevating her strength, becoming corruption itself. Challenging the gods, shattering the eternal cycle, grabbing hold of the faintest light. Holding her hand to her chest, extracting a floating orb of crimson energy. Valor and Fernandez bearing witness to this, seeing her extending her hand ahead. That object moving forward, merging with the illusion. Ardin taking into physical form, that demon standing before them.

"Valor, Fernandez, I will handle this myself. To finally put my torment to rest..." Cyra softly speaks.

"Very well..."

Stepping away, Fernandez following his lead. Emotions stirring at the depths of the young woman, feelings flowing free. Hatred manifesting, malevolence secreting from her body. Constantly fleeing from events of the past, never truly facing it. Days of peace, incapability of ending her torture. Feelings of hostility, never able in defeating this demon in her state of weakness. Placing her hand upon her chest, restraining herself to her seal, a pentagram of blackness igniting. A light of gold washing over her, that aurum armor upon her body, her crimson cape of nobility stretching down the lower half of her back. A time of certainty coming at hand, pushing beyond her limitation once again. Extending her right hand, revealing the blade secluding within her gauntlet.

"Why impose a seal upon yourself?" Ardin questions.

"I gained power due to my own fear, for this battle, I do not need that strength." She calmly answers.

Reaching his hand afar, darkness concentrating. Grabbing a sword of malevolence, directing it at the halfbreed. Imposing a seal upon herself, rising to the challenge at hand. This foe before her, one of her past. Constantly wondering if her freedom may have been possible without her power, this moment coming along. Sliding her foot along the ground, bursting through the field. Closing in upon her target, that demon swiftly striking down. His weapon crashing into her own, shockwaves ripping through the field. Revealing the blades hiding away in her boots, spinning through, striking at him. Stepping away, that demon blocking her assaults.

"Our child, you wanted him to raise her?" Ardin seriously questions.

Times so long ago, carefully detailing each section. Death of her solution for herself and another, yet trusting of her companion in raising her daughter. Years going by, that old friend returning her child, both raising the small one together. Wishing for him in being the father, this no less more than enough. Both standing from a distance, eyes upon the other. Hatred at her depths, emotions of illness rising. Valor resting his vision upon his old friend, understanding her more. Fernandez looking up to the god, soon returning his attention ahead.

"He turned out to be a better father than you could ever be." She mildly responds.

Words stinging upon him, that young woman going so far. Stripping away his role as a father to their child, planning his demise along with her own. Mistakes of the past, a moment in rectifying it. Plunging his blade into the ground, chains piercing the land. Ripping apart the field, those attacks surrounding her. Glancing in unease, those assaults crashing down at her, binding her in place. Malevolence burning away at her body, steam rising into the air. Agonizing it is upon her, those eyes refusing in relenting. Valor stepping forward, Fernandez growling at the enemy.

"Do not interfere, that is an order!" Cyra commanding.

Those companions moving away, uncertainty in their eyes. One refusing in gaining assistance, powerlessness in events of old. Residing in a realm of lawlessness, hoping for a miracle in those times. Relying on her companion for so long, in consoling that torment. So many walking alongside her years later, that fear forever within her. A way in ending those torturous times, surpassing this challenge in her state of weakness. That seal of blackness upon her, those eyes of crimson on the demon ahead. Approaching her, standing before the halfbreed. Struggling against the chains binding her, this feeling constantly within those days of the past.

"I will not make the same mistake twice." He seriously speaks.

Fire of blackness heating the area, surrounding the demon in its abysmal flames. Wildly lashing out, Cyra carefully keeping her vision upon him. Witnessing the darkness slowly subsiding, Ardin presenting himself before her. That head of a dragon, and body of a beast. Scales glistening in an aura of malevolence, the surrounding area burning away. One standing above her in times of yore, memories engraving upon her mind. That soul wishing for freedom, forcing against the chains. That binding pulling against her, steadily reaching back, grabbing a revolver. That demon lunging at the halfbreed, sounds of rapid gunfire. Chains shattering, his sword above him. Those eyes of hatred on the one ahead, aiming a revolver at the stomach of the demon. Pulling the trigger, negativity bursting through, blasting him back.

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"Gyah..!!"

Skidding on his feet, those eyes glaring into her own. Dashing away, aiming her firearms in his direction. Hastily firing, that demon racing around her assaults. Explosions sounding from a distance, parts of the platform falling into the void below. Closing in upon her, his blade descending on the halfbreed. Placing away her guns, gripping her demon sword, blocking the attack. Stopping in place, that force cracking the surrounding area. Pushing against the other, both refusing in giving in. Breaking their stance, forcing onward again. Swiftly striking upward, hitting her sword into the air. That weapon staking into the ground, falling below, the demon quickly sweeping his feet along the earth. Knocking her off-balance, grabbing her leg. Forcing her in the other direction, slamming her into the ground.

"I understand...this is something you have to do alone. Tch...always making things so complicated huh..." Valor looking away, folding his arms.

Fernandez observing the battle, slightly turning his vision below. That animal wishing in assisting, yet following through on her order. Insecurities of the past, emotions never at a rest. Forever suffering, even in days of peace. An eventful night forcing her in facing those times, a way in ending her torment. That blade of the demon descending upon the halfbreed, her hands pressing against the ground, rendering her foot into his stomach. That attack knocking the wind out of the man, the young woman following up, grabbing him by the waist. Bending backwards, slamming him into the land. Revealing the blade of her gauntlet, rushing down at his skull. Flames of blackness raging, blasting her afar.

"Ugh..!"

Crashing into the ground, that young woman slowly pushing herself up. Shortness of breath, blood streaming down the side of her face. Rising to her feet, that demon doing the same. Her body screaming out, yet that resolve refusing in relenting. Fury at her depths, loneliness over the years. Treading through the deepest of abyss, breaking free after so long. Diving in once more, facing that fear. Imposing a seal upon herself, wishing in ending the conflict underneath similar conditions of old. That demon standing upon his side, flames igniting even harsher, spreading throughout the field.

"There is no escape, even at your best in those days, you were weak."

Extending her right hand, that demon sword reacting to her call. Malevolence brightly burning from it, Lævateinn dislodging from the land. Rushing towards her, that halfbreed grasping it by the hilt. Fire closing in around her, heat intensifying. Uneasiness within the eyes of the god and iguana, both calling out to her. Those eyes of crimson visualizing a way onward, her feet moving forward. That fire crashing into her, an inferno bursting high. Ardin resting his vision ahead, closely fixating his gaze. Darkness burning from far within, a path towards him. Rushing forward, impaling the demon with her sword. Blood dripping from her body, those eyes of hatred on the one in front.

"Weak you say? Well then, power is not everything." She calmly speaks.

Adjusting her grip, slicing through him. Barraging him with a flurry of assaults from behind, holding back her demon sword. Darkness crushing down on the area, binding Ardin in place. Standing on her side, lowering her stance, crashing her weapon into him. Negativity blasting him away, that demon skidding against the ground. His form returning to normal, blood streaming from his body. That young woman walking towards him, her head hanging low. Countless emotions inside of her, anger at her depths, that heart of softness trying to maintain itself.

"Years upon years of suffering, constantly holding in these emotions. I ran so many times, and when I finally did stop. I realized, I blamed everyone, when it was my own inability to do anything about it..."

Times of the past, power inside of a seal. Feelings of illness brewing, blaming everyone for her misfortune. Trying to maintainthat heart of gentleness, fearfulness of another. That resolve deep within, the possibility of escaping her torment in those times. One from high above, paranoia targeting her in her youngest days. Destroying her life, yet everything still within her hands. Constantly trying to put together those pieces, unable to do so. Hatred boiling at her core, incapability of grasping the life she is desiring. Becoming corruption itself, dangling on the edge of oblivion.

Damning the worlds, shattering the endless cycle. No matter so, feelings of illness still existing. Those words of hers, Valor hearing her sorrow. That deity suffering along with her, doing the best he can. Recovery over numerous years, that old friend steadily returning. Fernandez turning his attention to the god, understanding those emotions. Standing before the demon, those eyes of crimson upon his own. Her heart desiring elsewhere, unable in moving freely in the wind. Chains binding her, helplessness in times of yore, those feelings reflecting to the present day. Raising Lævateinn, directing it down at the man.

"Do you really hate me so much?" Ardin distantly questions.

"More so than you think. However, I despise myself for not having the courage to do this years ago, farewell for good, Ardin..."

Diving into the abyss once again, pushing against those tides of harshness. Drowning in her sorrow, dangling on the edge of nothingness. Hatred over the years, her own inability in doing anything about her suffering. Blaming so many, taking out her frustrations on others, everything chaining from the action of one. Even so, her life within her hands the entire time. Her descending blade, plunging through the skull of the man. Malevolence ripping away at him, his soul scattering into the void. Those eyes of hers slightly lightening, that halfbreed dreadfully sighing. Relief after so long, those chains finally breaking. The seal of blackness dispersing from her, darkness repairing her body. Hearing footsteps approaching, facing in the direction. Those two friends residing there throughout the entire process, valuableness of their presence.

No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, that halfbreed forever resisting. Going so far, opposing the gods. Damning the worlds, all for a chance to grasp her deepest wish. Living the life she is desiring, crafting it with her own two hands. That companion inspecting her injuries, Fernandez looking onward. Slightly tilting his head, seeing an image of Cyra and a younger version of Maria. Both faintly smiling, fading from his vision. Mysteries inside of the twilight, emotions forever lingering. Later that night, within the room of the mansion. Cyra and Valor sitting on the bed, the devil slightly looking away. That young woman in a black nightwear, her companion wearing casuals.

"I did not know what to do...I could not go to you, my father, no one. For years I endured that torture...until I became so desperate, that I came up with a plan. To kill him, myself, and to leave Maria in your care. I knew...that she would have lived a much better life with your guidance, rather than my own..."

"Sorry...I try to do much, but I could not do anything in those days. Still, why take it that far...?" his depressing tone upon her.

"Do you even know what it is like, for your body to not feel like your own...?" Cyra holding her arms, lowering her head.

Powerlessness in times of the past, feeling of filth. Never able in breaking free, a heart quivering in the presence of one. Anger over the years, desperation at hand. Chaining to the land, wings yearning for the endless sky. Unable in speaking to anyone, an abyss of loneliness. Blaming others, in the end, that strength always being with her. Secluding those emotions for years, finally setting it free in the presence of her old friend. A night of horror bringing her face to face with one of the past, that companion doing much for her. Glancing to her, understanding her words.

"I guess I cannot say..."

"No matter how hard I try to put that past to a close, it kept creeping back into my life. That is why...I have an extremely difficult time wanting another child..."

"I figured, don't worry, we will get through this like anything else. Ardin is dead, all of your enemies are dead, we will take this one step at a time." He faintly smiles at her.

In awareness on her pain, incapability of doing anything. An eventful night bringing those insecurities to the surface, words finally flowing free. Years of torture, living under the tyranny of another. Anger at her depths, that heart of softness trying to maintain itself. Slightly looking in his direction, returning a similar smile. That heart settling, those moving forward one step at a time. Steadily putting a close to the past, embracing in the bliss of her companion. Gently resting herself against him, that old friend rubbing her shoulder.

For years I held in these emotions, never speaking of the horror in those days. Blaming others for my misfortune, letting out my hatred. Odin may have held responsibility for everything, but in the end, my life was entirely within my hands. Valor, thank you for always being there for me...

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