Chapter 10: Chapter 4: Two Halves Once Whole(Part 2)

Days of the past, the wind evermore gentle. High above the many clouds, through the vast reaches, a world revealing separate from the rest. A place existing in the high heavens, floating platforms connecting through chains. That familiar gate stretching high, those ancient symbols burning from it. A being in armor resembling to the Nine Winged Seraph, hair extending long, shining a brilliant gold. Eyes of the crimson moon, conflict coming from her expression. That old friend standing in front of her, one wearing armor reflecting the beliefs he is holding so dear inside.

"Hey, Maria, there will come times when things will seem hopeless. I should know, I've dug myself into more trouble than I can count. Though, remember, it is only hopeless when you give up, when you stop breathing. Only then you lose." He gently speaks.

"What are you saying...?" she looks to him in confusion.

"I am saying, no matter how bad something is, there is always a way. You just gotta find that answer." He faintly smiles.

"..."

Those words seeming familiar, guiding really. Even if doubt is inside of her, that companion always extending a hand towards her. Blissful it is, reassuring in all reality. Slightly looking away, taking those words to heart, loss only of certainty when one is no longer willing to play the game. Until the moment one no longer is drawing breath, only then the situation is hopeless. Until then, continue resisting, the will to oppose determining the possibility of a future.

Those days of the past forever inside of her, that young woman remembering the words of her old friend much too well. It may appear hopeless, but it is never truly so until one no longer is breathing. Until then, one must continue resisting, holding their head high. That heart yearning to be free, to break away from the shackles binding it. To be able to right the wrong that has been done, even if it is nigh impossible, then it is okay. So long as a minuscule chance is in existence, then that is enough to oppose.

"That is right...he will always keep searching, he will never give up. I have to find him, dying is not an option." She speaks, walking onward. 

In times of such doubt, those memories always serving in strengthening her resolve deep within. A will burning even stronger, memories reaching far inside of the past. Even so, maybe there is another influence driving this determination. No matter the morrow, even if it is near on impossible, that maiden continuously resisting. One rising from the deepest of abyss, those eyes slowly coming into reality once more. The wind of the night relentlessly chilling, growing colder and colder. No matter how cold this abyss may be, even if it is frightening, then that is okay. So long as one can continue on, then there is a way forward.

I have caused this mess, and I must make this right...

That angel finding herself on the path to a stairway, the surrounding area having plants and smaller trees, the wind evermore unsettling. Turning her attention to the sky, seeing a familiar arrival descending from above. Some tension expressing from the young woman, that all too familiar one coming closer towards her. Feathers of malevolence descending from above, blanketing the area in a dreadful mist of blackness. 

"You're still persistent as ever. Even after I have cast you out, you still pursue me." Rose speaks in a slightly bitter tone.

"Rose, this has to stop, our presence in this world is tearing everything apart." Cyra warning, sadness expressing from her eyes. 

"You were always the weaker one. You wanted power, yet so afraid to take hold of it." She speaks in some disgust, slightly looking away. 

Her eyes resting upon the maiden, a mixture of emotions taking hold of the fallen one. Hatred at the sight of her, yet envious of that resolve. One that is so weak continuing on when there is nothing that can reasonably be done. Perhaps this is enough to gain some acknowledgment, even so, that angel being but an eyesore. Even when the world all around is falling apart, Cyra is continuing to resist, almost as if there is an entirely different person spear heading their way forward. Those eyes of the two locking onto the other, doubt expressing from the vision of the maiden.

"..."

Slightly looking away, thinking on the words of her other half, true they are indeed. Closing her eyes, allowing it to sink in, gathering her nerves as best as she can. One wishing for power, yet unwilling to grasp it. Desires lingering deep within, fearing to take hold of it. Confusing this is, reasoning residing in the depths of the angel. Every step of the way, unsettling emotions stirring from the core of the young woman. The eternal night driving these feelings to the surface, no matter how hard she is fighting in remaining true to herself.

"You do realize all of this is your fault, especially my birth hm hm." Rose wickedly smiling, looking directly at the maiden.

"I am aware..." She utters in a slightly disheartening tone.

"How do you intend to battle against me? I even took your wings hm hm." Rose smirking.

Every step of the way, that fallen one taking advantage of any sort of vulnerability, unlike Cyra who has her own code of moral. Different they are, but perhaps more similar than they may believe, irrational it is in challenging her stronger half. Even so, that maiden opening her eyes, standing upon her side, directing her blade at the fallen angel. Stronger this one may be, her crushing pressure even agonizing one may say. No matter so, that angel pushing onward.

"Why can you not understand that power...gaining it this way is wrong...?" Cyra questions.

"Power is ultimately the deciding factor, Cyra. I mean just look, those gods got to where they are because of power. Though, now they are gone, and deep down you know that they are dead. All of them." Rose folding her arms, her eyes more serious.

Hanging her head low, unwilling to believe in such a reality, one she is desperately wishing to survive. If anyone can make it through this madness, then it is certainly 'him.' A night of madness, sorrow evermore great. Despite it all, that person deep within her mind cannot possibly falter to the influence of the eternal night. Even if the chances are not reasonable, that person always trying to find a way forward. Those memories of pleasantness, yet painful as well, happiness coming with the link of sorrow, this of unavoidableness.

"Not him...he will not..."

A heavy heart she has, quivering with the thought of such a possibility. A question weighing on her mind, the chance of his falter. Dreadful feelings within, emotions unwilling in accepting this. Gods no longer within their lives, her old friend being the only one remaining. Events making little sense, that young woman trying to rationalize it, gaining nowhere. 

"Foolish girl, deep down you know why he is gone." She slightly states in pity.

Cyra looking away, her blade lowering as well as her will, wondering if she really does know why. Perhaps some of those emotions as well is trying to bring something to her awareness, no matter how painful it may be. Events lingering in the past, yet fear dictating to call upon such memories. Uncertainty within, hoping the fallen one is incorrect. Desperate this may be, but sometimes, one holding onto the smallest of hope.

"Remember Cyra, or are you too afraid?" Rose questions.

"Perhaps at the moment I am—" Cyra directing her blade at Rose.

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"—but I will not stand for anyone who besmirches his name...!" she raises her tone.

"My, look at you now, ready to fight me. Well not really fight, but you get the point hm hm." Rose teasing a bit.

"He taught me...that power can be both an ally and an enemy. It merely depends on who wields such power, I will reclaim what is rightfully my own." Cyra confidently states.

"I will not allow you to become whole again, Cyra. That weapon will be mine." Rose directing her staff at the maiden.

Two meeting on the field of battle once again, resolve evermore strong. That will to resist the other, to be able to grasp their deepest desire. Ascending high into the air, that fallen angel unleashing a barrage of dark lightning down upon Cyra. Quickly scanning the pattern, the angel slightly turning, evading the first strike. Lightning tearing across the land, those eyes of the young woman refusing to relent. The fallen angel descending, closing in, unleashing another lightning of negativity on that angel. The maiden immediately dashing away, avoiding the second attack. Diagonally angling herself, leaping into the air, another assault passing her. That blade in hand, twirling her sword, building momentum by the moment. Swiftly striking at the fallen one, their weapons clashing with great intensity, shockwaves ripping through the surrounding area.

"You just won't see...! I don't need you!" Rose shouting.

"Like it or not, Rose. I will reclaim everything that is mine, as well as right the wrong I have committed." Cyra calmly responds.

One wishing in purging the maiden, to free herself from the shackles binding her down, the other desperately trying to bring this nightmare to an end. Flying away from the scene, that fallen angel surrounding the young woman in a mighty inferno, the blazing fire ascending high into the sky. Descending back to the land, the angel trailing her surroundings, that inferno slowly closing in around her, the blazing heat stinging against her body. 

"What will you do, Cyra? I have also stolen your magic hm hm." Rose mocking.

"You may have stolen my abilities, but such a thing will not be enough to quell the thirst deep within me!" Cyra retorting.

Resolve burning even stronger, that assault closing in by the moment. Crimson her eyes are, the reflection of something hiding away deep in the past. That maiden swiftly launching a horizontal attack, immediately following up with a vertical strike. Powerful gusts of wind tearing through the area, shredding the flames binding her in place. Witnessing this, that fallen one feeling some impress. One rising to the challenge, grabbing hold of the smallest of possibilities.

"I suppose you did retain your inhumane strength. Still, so long as you cannot fly, I will always have the advantage." Rose faintly smiling.

"She is right...I cannot stay in the air for long, but she can keep flying endlessly..." Cyra uneasily glaring at the fallen angel. 

Glancing around the area, that angel noticing a stairway leading higher, an idea coming to her mind. Dashing to the stairway, the fallen angel pursuing her, barraging the maiden with electricity. Evading one assault after the next, Cyra keeping her eyes on the fallen angel high above. That lightning ripping away at the surrounding area, rubbles flying in each direction. Without a moment to spare, the maiden leaping on top of the railing. Those eyes of hers witnessing Rose coming closer to the ground, that young woman leaping once more, ascending towards the fallen one.

"Do you honestly believe such a trick will work—?"

Cyra well in awareness of the capabilities of her other half, her prior defeats teaching her this. Visualizing a path going forward, connecting those smaller points. That fallen one seeing the maiden ascending even higher, pausing for a moment, realizing her aim. Crafty the young woman is, making up for her weakness in other ways, covering her areas of exposure. Evermore a useful skill, her battle prowess still holding strong. Cyra looking down, her eyes meeting with those azure own, determination exhibiting from the angel.

"—Wait...!"

Rose bracing herself, holding her weapon forward. A transparent energy surrounding her, shielding her from the incoming attack. That maiden tightly holding her blade in hand, energy constantly building inside of her. Transferring that force to her sword itself, descending upon the fallen angel, that young woman striking the barrier. Crashing her weapon against the shield, that energy compressing, hastily eating away at the barrier, releasing the assault from the inside.

"Urgh...! Aaaarrrgghhh...!!"

A violent explosion tearing through the area, out of the smoke, Rose falling from the sky, colliding down into the land below. Her eyes opening, that maiden rushing for the finishing blow. That blade closing in by the moment, the resolve of Cyra burning even brighter. Immediately, that fallen one rising, dashing away from the scene. The sword of the angel crashing into the ground, massive rubbles flying into the air. Standing from the land, Cyra turning her attention towards Rose.

"To think...such a failure like yourself...could wound me..." She hatefully speaks, gasping for air.

Blood dripping from the fallen angel, pain striking from deep within. Even in such a state of weakness, Cyra turning the battle in her favor. Such infuriating the fallen one, even now, the resolve of a certain someone reflecting from the maiden. That heart of Rose desperately trying to surpass the one she is loathing the most, yet, here it is, that same will to oppose what is reasoning. Many answers residing inside of the night, Cyra wishing to know about those emotions within her. No matter so, this madness first having to come to an end.

"Rose, stop this at once, you are merely making things worse." Cyra standing to her side, directing her blade at the fallen one.

"And return to being a part of you? Hah, as if. Until next time, Cyra."

Extending her blade afar, the maiden witnessing those wings of malevolence expanding. That young woman charging at the fallen one, the death angel rushing high into the sky. Cyra slowly ceasing her movements, seeing the fallen one fleeing so far, feathers of malevolence raining down to the land. Extending her hand, catching one of the feathers within her palm. Her painful eyes resting upon the feather, grasping it inside of her hand. 

Just what have you done to my prideful wings...? They are so black...so tainted...if only...

Painful this sight is, those feathers burning away into dust, the blackness of it all coating the area far and wide. Gazing into the velvet moon, guilt striking deep at her core. Those wings now of darkness, beauty no more, the fault no doubt of her own. This being her punishment, that young woman accepting such. Even so, no matter how hopeless it is appearing, that is okay. After all, an old will slowly rising from the deepest of abyss.

Those wings I once took pride in...they have been sullied...it was my greed that created her, and she stole everything that I was...including my pride. We will surely meet again...but until then...I best find Reviver...

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