Venturing throughout the reaches of time, words inside of a lock. Feelings forever tormenting, incomparable agony. A voice screaming out, none ever hearing. Drowning in the depths of despair, wings desiring to soar. Loneliness throughout the years, hatred manifesting at the depths. Two halves once whole, one of innocence, the other of malice. Both reflecting the other, trying to pursue a path of similarity. Wishing for the same, yet having their own method in doing so. Freedom away from their bondage, fighting against the harshness of the tides. That one of gentleness trying to maintain their heart, the other forcing onward, protecting the one of softness. Rising to the challenge at hand, feelings escalating, discovering the god holding responsibility. A reaction throughout time, paranoia driving his way, yet having his reason. Branding a halfbreed an enemy, a fatal error it has been. Becoming that foe, confronting those deities, damning the worlds.
That smallest of chance, grasping their deepest desire. Years going by, feelings never leaving, events forever scarring them. Torment never subsiding, hatred at their depths. Even so, happiness coming into their life once again. Living away from the battlefield, finally able in mostly putting down their arms. Emotions of simpleness, those feelings guiding the way. Residing in a world of misery and war, inhabitants in a small village. That light of the sun shining down, bathing the area in its warmth. Joy in the air, laughter between many. Poles lining the corners, manikins hanging, decorations of sinister creatures for an upcoming day.
That stench horrid upon the nose, yet most welcoming for the event. Replication of blood painting along, everything steadily approaching for the night. Far back in the village, through the massive gate, passing the flowery field. A fountain at the center, water flowing into the container. Towards the back, a massive mansion in view. A place of belonging, after so many years of despair. A heart finally having what it is desiring, even so, memories scarring the mind. Within the bathroom, that young woman standing in front of the mirror. Hair reaching long, shining a brilliant gold, tying at the base with a crimson ribbon. Eyes of the velvet moon, wearing looser attire. A voice echoing through her mind, those years forever inside of her.
Torment never ending, one born underneath the light of the crimson moon. Going so far, becoming corruption itself. A heart maintaining itself throughout the years, despite of the countless horrid actions. Embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, putting an end to her enemies. A body feeling of filth for numerous years, trying to completely move on. No matter so, events constantly scarring her. Anger in her eyes, seeing a certain demon in the mirror, that crimson armor. Her hands clenching the sides of the sink, frustration within her. That smile of calmness on the face of the entity, hatred filling the heart of the halfbreed.
"Even now, you are filled with hatred. Ya know, seeing you suffer like this, I think I am fine with being dead." He pleasantly states.
"Why are you still active? You should be in an eternal sleep within me..." She angrily responds.
"Who knows, maybe it is all inside your head." He shrugs.
Horrible experiences of the past, one never wishing for a child. Violation in those times, power within a seal. Even so, holding that small one close. The tiniest of light being within her daughter, a mother resisting her torment. Desperation coming at hand, yearning for the endless sky. Within the presence of her old friend, never able in gaining aid. A way in ending her suffering, death of her solution. A plan coming into place, severing the life of that horrid demon, her own going with it. Wings spreading once again, bliss for a moment. Her child following, demise coming to the small one. That mother returning, trading what is remaining of her. Failure of the result, a thousand years of torture. Awakening, seeking out her deepest desire. Confronting that demon once again, devouring him. Hatred at her depths, one never leaving her be.
"Maybe I should extract your soul, and shred it to pieces, that will keep you permanently silent..." She coldly states.
"I do not think so, your head is so messed up, that I will keep my presence either way." He smiles, folding his arms.
Tightly clenching the sides of the sink, slightly looking away. Words of truth within them, incapability of letting the past remain as so. Events throughout time scarring upon her mind, feelings at a high. Devouring her enemies over the years, falling further into corruption. Dangling on the edge of oblivion, reaching for the smallest chance. Grabbing hold of the tiniest of possibilities, damning the worlds, breaking the endless cycle. No matter so, memories forever inside of her. Knocking at the door, that young woman glancing in the direction.
"Cyra, you okay in there?" Valor calling out.
Inactions of the past, regret in those times. Parting underneath the light of the crimson moon, wind forever within her awareness. Torture throughout the years, that companion residing there. Drowning in her despair, loneliness for so long. Valor diving to the depths, reaching out to her. Tears constantly in place, hiding away at her core. Bringing numerous along, allies giving back a bit. Years going by, those experiences forever within her. Mostly putting down her arms, living a new adventure. A life of her choosing, simplicity in these moments. Glancing to the demon, that one raising his eyebrows.
"Your husband is calling you, or ya know, unless you plan to kill him as well." He smirks.
Horridness in days of yore, that heart of softness on trial. Loathing the battlefield, desperately trying to breakfree. Power within a seal, defeat time and time and again. Hatred far inside, a plan coming into place. Wings in chains, breaking loose once more. Spreading afar, taking flight. Grasping the smallest chance, release from her torment. A moment it has been, returning for her own. Memories forever within her, that young woman ignoring the demon. Turning in the direction to the door, walking towards it. Opening the entrance, Valor resting his vision on her. Sullen her mood is, displeasure in her eyes. No words sparing, that devil moving him aside, walking past him. Facing her, calling out to her. Cyra ceasing her movements, lowering her head.
"It is difficult, that much I can gather. Though, you are tearing yourself apart, we should try talking about it a bit." He depressingly states.
"Maybe later..." She heads onward.
Experiences forever torturous, incapability of severing the past. Feelings branding upon her, driving her path towards her deepest desire. Hatred at her depths, rising to the surface. Crushing down her enemies, shouting her soul. That voice forcefully reaching, challenging the gods. Countless sins over the years, all in direction to what she has been wishing for most. Damning the worlds, breaking the eternal cycle. No matter so, never able in casting away those insecurities. That companion deeply thinking, disliking this day, but his partner loving it. Mood of illness, a plan coming into place. That iguana walking in, the lovable emerald animal. Standing on his hind-legs, tilting his head at the deity.
"Hey pal, no escaping this year. We have to plan the most insane Halloween." Valor scratching the back of his head.
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Glancing back, that animal having a solid idea. A deity going so far, even if it is towards his disliking of the day. Companions of closeness, a bond forever extending. Difficulties in these peaceful times, yet a welcoming experience. Embracing in the pleasure of one another, facing their challenges together. Even if one may not seek assistance, the other willing in giving aid. Feelings of simpleness, reclaiming those times of yore. Appreciation of words, actions making it clear. Fernandez facing the god, nodding in agreement. Taking out a blueprint, drawing new ideas.
On the lower floor, the young woman standing in her armor of aurum, that crimson cape of nobility reaching down the lower half of her back. Distant her eyes are upon the plants lining the corners. Trailing her vision to the granite flooring, that sun reflecting off of the tiles. From above a chandelier hanging high, slowly turning, those statues of her numerous friends along the walls. A hand towards so many, loneliness for years. Countless coming to her aid, giving back a bit. Each walking alongside her, wishing in ending the conflict. Glancing back, that demon in crimson residing behind her.
"I gave you everything, yet you betrayed me." He calmly states.
"Did I not make this clear years ago? I never loved you, you only saw what you wanted to see." Her pitiable voice upon him.
Despair throughout the years, one only caring about himself. Marriage of reprehensibility, suffering for so long. Grabbing hold of her freedom, death releasing her. Returning for a moment, trading what is remaining of her. Failure coming about, a thousand years of torture. Recreations of the past, letting out her frustrations. Confronting that demon far below the sea, devouring him. Scars upon the soul, a body steadily recovering. That demon facing away from her, folding his arms. Partially looking back to her, his vision of seriousness.
"Perhaps so, or are you saying this, because you have all the power you want? Deep within, you know you're weak, vulnerable." He sharply speaks.
Powerlessness in days so long ago, reason in pursuing heights far above her own. A body feeling of filth, helplessness never ceasing. Incapability of casting away those sentiments, memories scarring her mind. Words of truth, power in order to stop her pain. No matter so, constantly experiencing vulnerability. Emotions at a high, anger brewing at her depths. Turning in the direction, raising her hand, curling it into a fist. A smile coming to his face, that demon fading from her vision. Lowering her arm, hanging her head low, her hands shaking in frustration. One never going away, even after ending him herself. Insecurities continuously in place, hatred at her core.
Hours going by, night casting over the scene. That blood moon hanging high, an object never ceasing, reflecting a certain one below. Its presence a constant reminder of the Bringer of Demise, beauty within its despair. Undead roaming around, specters passing through. Creatures of the night, many inhabitants enjoying themselves within the mansion of horror. On the lower floor, Valor guiding Cyra further inside. That halfbreed fashioning a reaper costume, trying to make the most of the event. Valor on the other hand disguising as a vampire, behind is the iguana trailing along in a cloak with a wand.
A night of mystery, horror around each end. Two going so far, designing every part. Stench of death and decay, groaning in the distance. Unsettling terrains, tiles eluding the harshness of the pits below. No matter so, sullen the mood of the young woman is. Those three making their way down, entering through a portal. Mirrors reflecting for endless distances, that devil standing there, her expression of grimness. Each one unveiling that demon in crimson, never a moment's rest. That sinister smile, her heart at an unrest. That iguana looking up at her, tilting his head in confusion. Valor holding his hand behind his head, uncertainty from him.
"Hey Cyra, you okay?" Valor questions in concern.
"Yes Cyra, are you okay?" that demon cleverly smiling.
A void of mirrors, each reflecting one so malicious. Horrors of the past, her trembling heart. Frustration at her core, helplessness never ceasing. Malevolence emanating from her body, this pressure crushing down on the area. Valor and Fernandez stepping away, uncertainty on the reason for her anger. That smile, memories scarring upon her mind, hatred rising to the surface. Gripping her demon sword, extending it afar. Lunging forward, striking at the mirror, passing through it. One constantly resisting, even in times of peace.
"Cyra!" Valor racing after her.
Fernandez following along, both entering into the mirror. Finding themselves in a place so long ago, a mansion within the night. Valuables and other riches lining around, statues along the corners. Flooring of crystal, that light of the crimson moon shining down from above. Years upon years of torment, constantly holding on. A place forever inside of her mind, that quivering heart. Loneliness within the darkness, none ever hearing. Sinking further into her despair, desperately trying to grasp the faintest light. That voice echoing through, bouncing off the walls.
"I told you, you can never escape me." His calm voice upon her.
"Cyra...what is going on here? Why are we here?" Valor looking towards her.
Silence coming from her, memories engraving within her. Chains binding her in these days, horror never leaving. Incapability of doing anything, power within a seal. Moving onward, those two companions following along. Ascending up the stairs, finding themselves in the hallway above. Pictures lining the walls, plants along the corners. Glancing to her right, that demon reflecting from an image. Fading from her view, that area distorting. Those three finding themselves in a room of seclusion, recreations from times of yore. Cyra of the past lunging at the demon, his fist connecting into her stomach. Wind leaving her body, falling to her knee. Valor and Fernandez stepping forward, their eyes trembling at the sight. That demon raising his hand, chains rising from the ground, binding her body. Forcing against those shackles, that influence even tighter upon her.
"You just never know when to quit at it, do you?" he folds his arms.
"Valor, once he—!"
"He may be supreme, but even he cannot stand against countless enemies. So, I advise you stay silent." That demon turning.
Days of torment, that young woman remembering those words well. Reason for her silence in those times, a devil with influence of grandness. Fleeing but a temporary solution, her old friend unable in defending against both the heavens and demons. Frustration in those times, a heart in bondage. Her voice screaming out, none ever hearing. Tears constantly in place, bindings tightening upon her. Years going by, those horrid experiences no more, yet never leaving her awareness. Those of the past fading away, that deity and iguana facing in her direction. The trio within the hallway, malevolence surging through.
"Everyday...I had to put up with this..." She walks onward.
"Was I really so weak, that I could not have done anything in those times...?" Valor distantly thinking.
That iguana standing upon his hind-legs, placing his claw upon his friend. Resting his vision down on the animal, witnessing the reassuring gaze. Gesturing his head forward, Valor agreeing with Fernandez. Both following along, emotions of the past, illness within them. Mirrors reflecting times so long ago, anger deep within her heart. Powerlessness of old, unable in seeking assistance from her companion. A demon's code, freedom going away. No matter so, that will to oppose forever existing. That area distorting once again, another recreation of times of yore. On the lower floor of the mansion, the demon having her by the neck. Lævateinn staking into the ground, one wishing in doing more, yet its power far from what it once has been.
"What was that earlier? Do you want me to kill you?" he questions.
"Go ahead, but I am not the one who will have to explain to Maria why her mother is gone." Cyra glaring.
Torment throughout the years, holding onto the smallest of hope. Cards in her hands, not much in playing. Despite it all, a plan steadily coming into place. Wings desiring to soar, that will to oppose constantly existing. One of deplorableness, experiences of agony. Releasing her, that young woman stepping away. Another failure no less, but a bit more time. Everything slowly falling into place, a way in finally bringing this nightmare to an end. Events never leaving the mind of the halfbreed, one willing in going the distance. Dreadfulness in times of yore, desiring a way in stopping her torment. Reality shifting once more, those three finding themselves in the Tower of Time. A void eternally extending onward, energy flowing through. Platforms floating around, this place well in awareness to those companions. Fernandez looking around, uncertainness of his location.
"You fought against him, even to your end in those days..." Valor looking away.