Times of turmoil, emotions flowing through an eternity of dread. Agony incomparable, a heart yearning for freedom. A devil once filling with love for the worlds, hatred consuming her. Words never reaching, torment coming. An existence of bondage, a plan coming into play. Desperation pushing towards reality, a way in ending her suffering. Extending her hand, grabbing hold of the faintest of chances. A mother returning, her daughter no more. An exchange of equivalence, failure no less. A thousand years of anguish, memories of discrepancies. Clashing against her old friend, a moment of reuniting, blissful it has been. Death taking her once more, yet it cannot be. Diving into the realm in between the living and the dead, unable in resting. Treading through the deepest of abyss, rising to the challenge once more. Desires deep within, that young woman wishing for times of yore. Ascending in power, grief evermore painful. Those high above in opposition towards her, that devil resisting what is reason.
Selfishness guiding her way, driving the worlds towards the Day of Ruin. Choosing her family over the lives of countless, a moment of selflessness. Defending a child, damage devastating upon her. A plan in place, sealing herself away with another. An old friend diving into the depths of despair, desperately trying to reach her. Two meeting on the battlefield once more, understanding hearts. That companion wishing in righting his wrongs, in taking away the sorrow deep within her. Failure to bring her back, five hundred years of despair. One awakening once more, hatred at her peak, challenging the gods, damning all of the worlds, all for a chance to grasp her deepest desire.
Events paving its way towards her happiest times once again, living an existence of simplicity. Mostly putting down her arms, yet those experiences never leaving her. A cycle constantly repeating, one breaking it. Memories tormenting her, distressing it is. Through the vast lands, over the many mountains. That warm sun shining upon the sea, fishes swimming along. Waves raising high, birds soaring along. Passing the forests, those many animals. An area of seclusion coming into view, an establishment shielding from the exterior. Pillars standing around, a container flowing in mysterious liquid. Residing in front of it, a certain devil carefully calculating the process. Hair reaching long, shining a brilliant gold, eyes of the velvet moon. A crimson ribbon tying at the base of her hair, one in armor of aurum. That feathery helm upon her head, a red noble cape extending down the lower half of her back. Gauntlets of the past, each with an opening for a blade.
Greaves providing her with mobility in pressing on in the harshest of times, weapons no less concealing inside of them. A staff of ruby on the lower part of her back, blades lining along the crescent moon shape. Opposite of it being a weapon of most trust, the demon sword Lævateinn. Ancient symbols burning upon it, one continuously providing her support. Cyra, a halfbreed associating herself as a devil. That heart filling with joy once more, embracing in the pleasure all around. Her actions damning the worlds, a solution coming into place. Positioning her arms in a thinking posture, carefully analyzing the flowing energy. Footsteps approaching from behind, that young woman glancing back. Her old friend, that deity forever doing his best. Hair of crimson, eyes of the ocean, his armor reflecting those beliefs he so cherishes.
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"This is your solution huh, it just might work to prevent extinction." He folds his arms.
Selfishness paving her path, one reaching for the smallest chance. Times of yore being her drive, that young woman wishing for her happier times. Efforts in direction towards it, achieving her deepest desire. Countless years it has been, repercussions no less. Shattering the eternal cycle, destroying the process of life and rebirth. An enemy towards numerous, yet warmth from many. Mostly putting down her arms, applying her time in assisting others. No matter of how small it may be, one finding her passion. Even so, that darkness deep within always awaiting release. Facing her companion, holding her hands behind her back.
"As you know, what I had done. Those uncountable sins, it has led all except for myself on a path towards complete ruin. Many helped me as well, this is my way of giving back a bit." She softly states.
Despair unimaginable, one pushing beyond her limitation. Embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, becoming corruption itself. Passing through numerous trials, continuously grasping power. Weakness being her fear, one enduring years of horror. Breaking those shackles binding her, hatred overflowing. Her heart crying out, speaking what has been hiding away within her depths. The worlds learning of true terror, one capable of rising to the countless challenges. Her heart of softness, extending a hand to others. Many coming to her aid, that devil wishing in giving back a bit. A spring of her solution, one in giving life. That liquid behind her shining a pure light, particles floating out. Facing in the direction, gazing upon it with those gentle eyes of hers.
"Rebirth is not an option, but new life will constantly form. My own energy infused into it, thus it will reproduce, maintaining itself. This will surely prevent decay, but only so long as I am present in this world." She explains.
One loathing the battlefield, torment in a realm of lawlessness. Desires strongly flowing, hatred rising from her depths. A voice never reaching, an abyss of loneliness. Despair constantly in play, that demon continuously opposing what is reason. An old friend wishing in righting his wrong, both wanting another outcome to a certain night. Years going by, another chance coming, both speaking what has been secluding in the shadows. That image of her now, her smile returning. The deity atoning, never repeating his mistakes. Bliss in the presence of the other, souls free to the wind.
"A Spring of Life, well then, I am gonna be waiting for the crazies you will attract." He smiles.
"Let us hope that does not happen for a while." Cyra sighing.
Facing her old friend, both gazing upon the other. Eyes of the crimson moon meeting with that of the sea, both of differing worlds. An unlikely meeting in days of yore, yet a most welcoming experience. Emotions growing over that time, feelings never reaching in the past. Hours going by, night setting to the scene. That spring beautifully lighting the way, the crimson moon shining its light down upon two. Those arms of the god wrapping around her waist, both resting their vision on the flowing energy. Tranquility inside of the night, a scent most refreshing. Particles floating away, each heading in a different direction. Mysteries never ceasing, another adventure coming along. Both leading a life together, embracing in the pleasure of the other.
Years of sorrow, my desires leading me to challenge the gods. Breaking the endless cycle, becoming the true enemy. Many assisting me, a path towards complete ruin coming. My life of joy once more, this is my way of giving back a bit...let this world of the mortals flourish...
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Cyra—> One Who Gives Life
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