Chapter 11: Chapter 4: Two Halves Once Whole(Conclusion)

Two halves once whole, one of malevolence, the other of innocence. A wrong that has been done, a heart evermore soft. Despair clawing away from ever so deep inside, emotions rising to the surface. Horrifying it is, those mixture of feelings. Hatred, anguish, jealousy, so many taking hold of her at once. These indescribable emotions, but even more so than this, that one residing in the endless sky. A body that has once been whole, the weaker one trying to reclaim what has been lost. Even so, perhaps the separation is doing something else altogether. Her hand extending, that dark feather burning into dust, blowing away in the wind. The maiden distantly looking upon the essence, watching it moving further and further away, disappearing into the endless night.

"Is that really all you can muster?" a confident voice speaks.

That voice penetrating the depths of her mind, familiar it is, one in which Cyra is recognizing all too well. Those emotions stirring once again, a frightening chill rushing down her spine. Her stomach churning with each passing moment, even so, to be able to face those hardships of the past, to remember what is gone. Turning in the direction, the wind gently hitting against the young woman. Those eyes resting upon the Seraph herself, that golden hair extending long, eyes in reflection of the blood moon. That nine winged being floating just above the ground, her back facing in the direction of the maiden.

"..."

Those pure white wings seeming more like an illusion, the warmth of the light washing around the area. Devils scattering in every direction, the maiden looking around, feeling the chains slowly unbinding from her. Even so, it is only of little comfort. Those wings mesmerizing the endless night, illuminating the darkness, bringing some hope within the path of despair all around. Tranquil it is, yet also defining in some way. Fear may grab at the soul, one may wish to flee from the past. Even so, there is only so far one can run before the abyss will engulf them. 

"My pride lost...my weapon gone...even if the worlds so shall damn me to oblivion, I shall never relent—" she turns to Cyra.

"—so why do you show such a disgusting sight? We are one and the same." She states with such daring eyes upon the maiden.

Cyra slightly looking down, thinking on those words. Both being one and the same, resolve similar in kind. Even if there is but a minuscule chance of success, they will fight onward. Even if their hope is gone, it does not mean the situation is hopeless. Even so, no matter how desperate the young woman is to keep going, there is much more to the situation at hand. Those endless emotions, her soft heart being on trial. The eternal night revealing much more with each passing moment, maybe there is something she herself does not wish to truly face. 

"..."

"You must remember, remember who you are." She calmly closes her eyes.

"Remember who I am...?" Cyra looking towards the Seraph in confusion.

That Seraph opening her eyes, looking up into the velvet moon, watching those clouds moving across the sky. A sorrowful night it is, memories long forgotten residing within it, secluding deep inside the endless despair, an eternal dream in comparison to a nightmare. One from so long ago, the will to oppose what is reasoning. Wrath, gluttony, greed, envy, lust, pride, and sloth. Those sins all magnifying the longer the night is going on, emotions long hiding away slowly returning to the light. Perhaps even one from a distant time is slowly coming back to the surface, Cyra trying to rationalize it all, yet it is not reasonable.

"Tell me Cyra, haven't you ever felt like your life is incomplete? That something is missing from it?" the Seraph mildly questions.

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Those words ringing through the young woman, such being true, for many years the maiden feeling as if an important part of her life has been missing. A gap within it one can say, almost as if there is a whole part of her existence that is no longer there. Curious this situation is, such being on hold. Fear taking control of her, clawing away at her everyday, concerning herself with the possibility of succumbing to madness. That heart, those emotions she has at the moment, those are the ones she is wishing to embrace. Even so, there is no doubt much more is resting in her darkest days.

"..."

"Remember...you are a being filled with corruption, but even so...even if the worlds so shall damn you, you shall continue to fight, even if it is an eternal conflict." That Seraph folding her arms.

No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, one willing to persevere through the harshest of conflict. Even if the worlds so shall damn her, then it is okay. Those words resonating with the young woman, almost as if it is guiding in a way. Cyra looking towards the Seraph, feeling the heavy wind hitting against her. That maiden taking a step forward, her eyes slightly widening. Her heart rapidly pounding deep inside of her chest, many questions lingering within her. Even if the answers might be damning, she must know. To find out what that missing portion in her life is about, to understand those many emotions inside of her.

"My time is almost up, hold true to yourself Cyra, allow it to be the guiding light." The Seraph turning.

"Hold on! What do you mean?! Who am I?!" Cyra desperately questions.

"In time you will know, for now I must take my leave, I cannot maintain this form any longer." She calmly responds.

A warm light beginning to shine, an intense wind rushing through the area. A divine embrace feeling ever so familiar. Cyra blocking out the intensity of the wind, struggling against it. The harshness of the air soon ceasing, that light as well subsiding. Lowering her arms, that Seraph no longer there. Slowly looking around the area, Cyra distantly holding her hand to her chest. Those words echoing through the young woman, memories secluding within her. This fear inside of her, that angel knowing that the night will eventually reveal what is hiding away. Hesitance in facing the past, wondering if she can do so. Two being one and the same, no doubt this message is also for another riding high in the wind above.

"We are one and the same. Rose...why can you not realize this...?" Cyra looking into the velvet moon.

The sorrowful moon connecting events of her past, events clawing away at the depths of her. Emotions stirring from far within, memories no longer there. There is much to discover, but for now, that maiden carrying on. Those crimson eyes resting upon the feathers of malevolence descending from the sky, witnessing them slowly burning away into dust, dread intensifying within her. To be able to right her wrong, but even more so than this, to unravel the mysteries inside of her past. Emotions evermore high, despair reaching to the surface.

We are one and the same...that same power burning within me. This doubt I have...it is more like fear of knowing. Even so...one day I will open that door that contains my past. Until then...I must find him...and put an end to this madness...