Pieces in place, her goal slipping out of her hands. Those aiding in this moment, allowing for a chance to move the situation forward.
A goddess steadily proceeding at her own pace, that hazel one wanting to advance their relationship. These costly arrangements, a challenging problem.
Hours going by, night bathing the sky. That crimson moon revealing its light, never fading away. A legend throughout time, the presence of one.
A grand entity, an object eternally becoming red upon their birth. Water splashing on the surface, few on the beach. That quiet room, Dabria sitting on the couch. A book in her hands, hearing the opening of the door.
Glancing in the direction, glaring at Ava. Catching this, the young woman calmly walking ahead. Slipping around the seat, resting her arms on it. Leaning over, her attention on her partner.
"What is wrong, Dabria?"
Pretending to be clueless, enjoying this situation. A large plan, hiding messages, that hazel one leading her down a path.
Wanting another result, the deity not allowing it. A schedule on hand, her companion not liking it. Three years together, this eternal feeling.
An entity once walking in blackness, another shining light within her world of darkness. Her gratefulness to the individual, putting up with her shenanigans.
Her quiet partner, ignoring the young woman. Thinking for a bit, the entity leaning closer, planting a kiss on the cheek of the lavender one. Dabria pushing her away, immediately standing up, dropping the book on the couch.
"I am fine, I'm going out for a bit on my own." Folding her arms, heading onward.
Slightly laughing, expecting this response. Allowing the innocent one to cool off, one needing to reset after her failure. A sharp goddess, her job requiring this.
Horrors after the setting sun, her presence once again to countless, many cautious enemies. Stress at times, her creative foes. Moving in the shadows, cornering them. Continuously ascending herself, remaining above innumerable.
Protecting one, that bright individual. Shortly pushing up, the young woman leaping over, sitting down on the couch. Picking up the book, reading the title, holding the back of her head.
"You gotta seriously stop reading these romance novels, the world does not work this way. Still, I wonder what it is she expects." Faintly smiling.
Those living within fantasies, not accepting actuality. A cruel reality, numerous embracing it. Despising its horrors, their hard efforts. Taking up arms, clashing against the reason of others.
Selfishness guiding the way, feverishly burning hearts. Terrible actions, a never ending chain. Slight betterment coming, those trying to tear it down. Few standing against it, some joining in. Great frustrations, these natural feelings.
Finding their place amongst the insanity, relishing in happiness. That young woman opening the book, trailing her vision along the words. A scene to her attention, her pale expression, slowly closing the novel.
"Maybe...maybe I should move the whole marriage thing up another year..."
What...in the hell did I just read...?
This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.
Questioning these releases, that shivering deity, setting aside the book. Needing to purge her mind, rising from the seat. Moving towards the back, her unsteady steps.
Far below, fewer in the lobby. Dabria walking outside, plants on both ends. Her eyes on the red moon, an object forever remaining. Beauty within its horror, mysteries inside of it.
Eventually finding her way to a bench on the east end, the hazel one sitting down. Thinking on her next plan, a difficult situation. An entity constantly seeing through her efforts, money down the drain.
"It is fine, it is fine. I will just go back to the drawing board..." Frustration from her, her hands to her chest.
Simple experiences, their lasting bond. Troubles at times, littleness in it. Caring for the other, venturing far. That hazel individual concerning with the deity's job, wanting something safer.
Monsters roaming the night, most fearing the goddess, few with great capabilities. Unsettling feelings, those unrestful evenings. Mapping out areas, planning ahead.
Both earning their way, combining their profits. Living a nice life, yet risks in play. Rustling leaves, this to the lavender one's attention. Glancing back, hands reaching forward. Covering her mouth, screaming through it.
High above, trailing through the countless floors. That young woman walking into the living room, sighing from her. Stopping herself, feeling the distress from another.
"Dabria...? Dammit...! Why here?!" Ava racing forward.
Conflict forever remaining, a chance for betterment. This will from one of yore, an entity opening countless possibilities. Their soft heart, turning pain into power. Unleashing their rage, damning innumerable.
Monstrousness from others, fiends in the night. Destructive individuals, yet light in the farthest of abyss. A lesson throughout time, those holding it close. An enemy of this being, bringing demise in the wake of their despair.
Salvation within happiness, two sides of the same coin. Reflecting ideals, chaos below. Numerous living in it, a deity rewriting history. Keeping those to her heart with her, not allowing her life to fall apart.
Ava shortly finding herself outside, standing before the bench. Observing her surroundings, visualizing her companion's movements. Those taking them away, their direction to the maze.
"Please be well, Dabria..."
Multiple were involved, this being coordinated. When I get my hands on them, they will sorely regret what they have done...!
Howling in the night, racing within its darkness. The cold air, this unsettling area. Her hasty heart, hoping for the best. Once again at the entrance of the labyrinth, the ruinous surroundings.
Tiles in pieces, the deteriorating walls. Blood painting the place, monsters roaming within it. Screeching from some, enemies scraping at the land. Thickly flowing malevolence, a red mist. This sickening her, wondering on it.
Visiting earlier, this setting similar to Inai's. Glancing around, mold in the corners, grass poking through. Carpets in a poor state, pictures with claw markings.
"Why is this reality here? I specifically rewrote this world without it..." Her trembling vision.
Did someone find a way to override my influence...? This just means Dabria is in even more danger...
Proceeding ahead, unease within. Those capable of overriding her will, creating a horrible actuality. Targeting her, this clearly to her attention.
Her vulnerable companion, enemies acting on it. Her brewing sentiments, rage filling her. Shadows trailing along the sides, her attention on them. Her arm afar, blackness igniting from her.
Her slight steps, vanishing from her position. Foes leaping out, descending below. Their opposition towards her, that young woman revealing herself. Grabbing one, forcing it into the claw of the other.
Its echoing screams, their streaming blood. Concentrating negativity, blades of darkness rushing out. Shredding them, parts flying in each direction, blood splashing on her.
I know I said I will stop using these methods, but this is an exception. If I do not, then I may not make it in time...
Secluding mysteries, a maze of a trap. Having to play this game, following those movements. Fear in an innocent individual, her distressing emotions plaguing this nightmare. Lurking fiends, their attention on the deity.
These bravely proceeding enemies, this strange occurrence. Trailing along a line, clashing against those in this hellhole.
Her quickly beating chest, limbs flying everywhere. Brutalizing her enemies, her growing feelings. Unleashing what is within, shortly once again at the wall. Slightly turning, rendering her foot into it.
Shattering the structure, the crumbling debris. Walking ahead, carefully heading onward. A message on display, expecting it. That hazel one going far, planning each phase.
This is no time for regrets, every second wasted is one where she could be dead...