Chapter 14: Chapter 5: Old Friends(Conclusion)

Desires infinitely flowing, emotions boiling at the core. Wrath, greed, gluttony, envy, lust, pride, and sloth. Sins forever deep inside, a heart yearning to free itself from the shackles of the abyss. To be able to ride freely in the wind, to remember what has been lost. No matter how intimidating the truth may be, to be able to face such is the will to continue on. Cold and unforgiving the night can be, darkness around every corner, but that is okay. Cyra walking onward, moving deeper and deeper into the relentless night, a horror never seeming to end. That angel wondering if such a reality is truly what the Dark Lord is thriving towards. 

A world without any beauty, a realm filling with sorrow, to know if this is really his desire. Perhaps it is, troublesome of this, those proceeding with their own reasoning. Madness of it, but a reason no less. Cyra arriving in a strange area, seeing many statues of devils, those objects aligning towards a path to an altar. At the center resting floating objects, a dark pentagram brightly shining a light. That energy reaching out towards her, a sinister force gripping at her. Turning her attention to her weapon, hearing it crying out. Fear it is feeling, her blade quivering in pressing onward.

"An Accursed...? Why do you cower Rebellion?" she wonders.

A presence stifling the air all around, her weapon afraid to continue onward. This pressure crushing down on the area, her own state being in hesitancy. That angel looking on, witnessing azure fire spreading across the area. Flames circling around, extending high into the sky. Such taking her by alarm, the maiden looking on, seeing the fire concentrating over the altar. A voice penetrating the depths of her mind, fear grabbing at her very soul. An immense power forcing her to her knee, lowering her blade to the ground. Resting her eyes onward in unease, these mixture of emotions grabbing at her throat.

"Ah yes...I recognize this power...it may be faint...but you...! Ah...how I have been waiting for this opportunity..."

The voice of the fiend striking against her mind, her will slowly breaking apart. Watching those flames concentrating ahead, seeing a figure of a man. Rebellion crying out, screaming from this. Her quivering weapon, victory being almost nonexistent without Reviver. That entity resting his eyes upon her, the azure fire burning even harsher. From high above, a divine orb descending. Cyra noticing the presence, her gaze upon the object, witnessing it floating in front of her.

"Remember, even if it is merely for a moment. Remember your resolve, Cyra."

That all too familiar voice, words capable of comforting her. The screaming of Rebellion ceasing, resolve from long ago flowing through her. Darkness steadily seeping from her body, dissipating into the air, calmness of her vision. Rising to her feet, looking ahead to the foe unfazed. Malevolence brightly burning from her, shifting into a purifying light. Staking her sword into the ground, extending her right hand, closing her eyes. Emotions rising far inside, her heart clawing to the surface once again.

Remember who I am...a calamity...one who bathes in their sins. One who is the enemy of the Nine Worlds...

"So, you finally show yourself once again...Cyra! Good, this is how I remember you most..."

A devil revealing themselves out the flames, those pure red eyes upon her, dark scales covering his body from top to bottom. Cyra calmly resting her vision onward, witnessing the dispersing of the flames. That demon walking forward, expanding his mighty dark wings. Malevolence tearing away at the arm of the maiden, ripping away at it by the moment. Darkness dissipating into the air, the malice emitting from her burning brighter by the second. That one from those distant days, the young woman remembering this demon all too well.

"I believe I should end this...and eternally bury you in the past!"

His voice of much anger, rage igniting from his body. That devil stomping upon the ground, tearing apart the surrounding area, charging at her with speed that can rival the gods themselves. Her eyes opening in an instant, her arm morphing into a massive, shadowy claw of a dragon. Swinging her claw aside, rushing at the approaching demon. The dark blade of the man meeting with her claw, her cold crimson eyes against his own, that claw pulsating a malefic negative energy. Darkness deep inside, emotions dancing in the malevolence all around her.

"Amon, what a fool you are, there will be no forgiveness. You are aware, correct?"

Her voice calm yet threatening, that image of her forever burning within his mind. The devil unable in forgetting those days. A being within the high heavens, having every sort of advantage over her. Yet that maiden surpassing one obstacle after the next, eventually unleashing a horrifying past upon him. One embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, becoming corruption itself. All for a chance to grasp those desires far inside, that demon finding this out in the most terrifying way.

"Forgiveness? Hah...you who damned the Nine Worlds, I need not any." He coldly assures her.

"Very well then."

Little words to spare, that young woman well in awareness that there is no point. Those endless days of conflict, her desires clashing against countless. Even if it is a somber morrow, she will resist what is reasoning. The maiden slightly pulling away, evading a follow up assault. Moving to her right, avoiding a concentration of negative energy. Amon leaping away, his blade directing at her. That vision of the young woman upon him, witnessing the demon multiplying one hundred copies of himself, those clones extending far and wide. Standing calmly upon her side, looking to all of them. That unwavering will, a resolve shining from her darkest days. One that has been able to damn the Nine Worlds, all for a chance to grasp those desires far within.

"If this is all you have to offer, I am very disappointed. You can come at me with all of the worlds, it shall not make a difference." She confidently states.

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"Still ever so arrogant, I believe it is time you're brought down a bit."

One that has come to embrace the despair deep inside of them, floating at the edge of oblivion. Even if one must become an enemy, then it is okay. Those desires flourishing evermore strong, to be able to see this wind through to its end. Amon and his many clones extending their blades high, massive negative energy swirling within the sky. Cyra calmly looking on, watching the force intensifying by the second, enduring the pressure crushing down on the area.

"Return to nothing, Iconoclast!"

Aiming his blade to the ground, countless negative energy rapidly striking down. Those eyes of the young woman becoming more serious, raising her claw, expanding it wide. An intense force pulling the darkness towards her arm, that power increasing by the second. Amon looking on, watching her claw devouring the malice. Darkness flowing into her arm, that pulsing sensation flowing through her. Frustration growing deep inside of the demon, charging at her, those eyes of the maiden locking onto her enemy. Using the same energy, plunging her claw into the ground. Malevolence sinking into the land, violently erupting. An overwhelming force taking Amon by shock, the energy compressing, soon harshly exploding.

An intense wind rushing through the battlefield, smoke clearing, the surrounding area of the garden revealing of nothingness. Amon standing there, his clones no more. Rising from the ground, that young woman resting her eyes upon her claw for a moment, clenching it in and out. How long it has been, these emotions inside of her, this unyielding rage. Even so, her heart of softness desperately trying to maintain itself. Her vision soon upon Amon, that devil directing his blade with great determination, rushing at her. Extending her claw afar, her gaze locking onto her target, meeting his action in kind. Swinging her arm, hitting his blade afar. That weapon flying into the air, staking into the ground from a distance. Their eyes immediately meeting with the other, emotions being at its peak, darkness violently burning from her. Cyra closing in, barraging him with a flurry of assaults.

"If you think this is hell, this is simply the beginning—!!" she strongly yells.

Her emotions flowing out, those desires deep inside coming out all at once. Malevolence crashing down on the entire area, mixtures of feelings unleashing upon her enemy. The intensity of attacks shutting down the body of the demon, pain indescribable, feeling her claw tearing away at him. Seeing her opportunity, that maiden ascending high into the air, glaring down at her foe far below. Amon standing there, his body suffering from paralysis. That young woman extending her claw high, expanding it, exerting an electrical force. Descending upon her enemy below, those eyes of the devil widening in devastation. Grabbing his head, smashing him down into the ground.

"—Feel my desires!!!" her powerful voice echoing through the area.

Electricity ripping through the land, massive rocks flying into the air. Her emotions stretching far and wide, those desires endlessly flowing out, her heart speaking what is hiding away deep inside. Unleashing sentiments, forcing onward in an abyss of blackness. Silence for longness, endlessness of conflict. Slowly standing, raising a floating orb of negativity within her claw. Calmness of her vision upon it, crushing down on it, assimilating the malevolence into her body.

"Fool..."

Those many emotions, her heart slowly settling. Even now, it is not enough. These conflicts going on and on, no matter how far she must go. From high in the sky, that pure white ball of energy descending. That young woman resting her eyes upon it, seeing it floating in front of her once more. Hearing an all too familiar voice, feeling an intense force suppressing her nature. That darkness slowly dissipating, blissful feelings washing over her.

"Just this once have I released your memories...but...due to my promise. Only when you are ready shall you remember."

Closing her eyes for a moment, a faint smile coming to her face. No matter how painful the request, that old friend continuing to grant her wishes. Selfish she is, but that is fine. There is much to forget, but also plenty to remember. Her companion forever willing to grant her desires, an irreplaceable one he is. Even if it is but a somber morrow, that single person she can always rely on. Endlessness of her emotions, slowly settling of it, her lightening eyes.

"I understand, old friend...I am not ready, please bear with my selfishness a bit longer..." She softly speaks.

"..."

The floating light shortly fading away, agonizing of this, to keep granting these wishes. Even so, that young woman being his best friend. Her memories slowly going away, Cyra soon finding herself in a garden of ruin. Her vision upon the area, confusion deep inside of her, feeling responsible for the destruction. Shaking away those sentiments, turning her attention towards Rebellion. The weapon resting from a distance within the ground, calling out to her. Approaching the sword, wondering why it is crying out like this. 

That maiden soon standing before it, looking down at the blade, feeling the negative energy it is emitting. Extending her hand, grasping it by the handle, removing it from the land. The young woman taking a moment, gazing upon it, joy coming from it. Strangeness of this, pondering on the reasoning for such bliss. As it is standing now, there is not enough answers, and even more questions requiring a solution. Emotions deep inside, the night truly revealing the colors hiding far within. Even so, maybe, just maybe, there can be a way towards a brighter tomorrow.

Strangely...I feel slightly more complete now, I can only wonder why. Old friend, wherever you are...I will find you...just wait for me...