Chapter 18: Chapter 6: What is Rightfully Her Own(Conclusion)

That weapon once again within her possession, some hope shining inside of the abyss. Even if the conflict at hand is a dire one, it is okay. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, that will to oppose what is reasoning. Sensations boiling at the core, slowly rising to the surface. Indescribable emotions deep inside, despite it all, one from so long ago taking up arms once again. It may be frightening, feeling so many conflicting emotions. Even so, such is the will to continue on. That maiden turning, looking at the damage that has been done. Greed, truly a monstrosity upon the world. A fiend knowing no end, its desire to take and only that. 

A foul creature finally meeting its match, that darkness existing at the core, her vision of gentleness upon the fiend. Even though it has been an abomination, deep down, she is feeling as if there is a certain connection. Those memories still very much hazy, the desire to know how much she herself has succumb towards her own malevolence. To experience greed, those insatiable emotions burning deep inside of her. That maiden looking to Reviver, the weapon growing silent. Suspicious this is to the angel, Cyra gazing upon it for a moment.

"You know something, tell me." She softly speaks.

Her tone soft yet a bit strict, that heart trying to maintain itself. Those many feelings inside of her, a mixture coming to the surface. This unyielding rage, terrifying it is, but also believable in some way. That weapon remaining silent, peculiar this is to the angel, Reviver refusing in enlightening her. Questions weighing on her mind, more there is to this madness, time of necessity, for now that maiden having to move onward. One desiring in knowing of the mysteries of her past, that time not being now. Until the threat is manageable, that maiden pressing forward.

"..."

Closing her eyes for a moment, that young woman turning away from the scene. Resting her vision ahead to the pathway, at the end of the room revealing a stairway leading higher. Those questions having to wait, agonizing it is. Walking onward, that maiden placing away Reviver. Mysteries inside of the past, those endless emotions within her. A weapon refusing to enlighten her, all of this of strangeness. Fearful one can say she is, a past most frightening. Even so, at the same time, that maiden wishing in knowing the truth of it all.

For Reviver to grow silent...there is definitely something about my past...but what is it...? For it to disobey. It will only listen to my orders, so I only wonder...did I command it not to say anything...?

Cyra soon standing at the stairway, feeling a slight wind coming from above. The thickness of the scent, almost stifling it is. Ascending up the stairway, making her way through yet another path of darkness. No light shall remain, ever so the rule of the eternal night. Even in a place with hope, the night stripping that away. A truly horrifying thing, never to experience the daylight again. Cold it may be, fear clawing away at the soul. Despite it all, a will returning from the deepest abyss. To remember who she is, those words still echoing through her.

After quite sometime of walking down a seemingly endless path, her vision beginning to focus in, and a pathway unveiling itself. Cyra soon standing still, looking above the gate. A malefic energy slowly moving through, the sickening stench appearing to be coming from within. A gateway mirroring their very world itself, that angel glancing back to Reviver, the weapon horizontally on the lower half of her back. That staff shining a light, clashing against the energy inside of the gate. Seeing such a thing, Cyra resting her vision ahead, her expression becoming serious.

"Let us go, it appears we must close this rift to proceed." She walks onward.

Approaching the gate, negative energy intensifying by the second. Cyra soon standing there, feeling the immense pressure crushing down at her. The amount of hatred escaping from that gate, it is almost frightening. Gazing upon the malevolence, deep inside of the gate, that angel seeing blood red eyes moving within the shadows. A coincidence it is not, the influence of the night governing even more secrets inside of it. In the deepest of shadows, the most unlikely of enemies can be. A place of horror around every turn, no matter so, that unwavering resolve emanating from the young woman.

"Reviver...I require your assistance." Her voice of confidence.

Hearing the crying of Reviver, that staff supporting her every step of the way. Entering through the gateway, negative energy surrounding her, malice burning from her body. That maiden making her way to the other side, finding herself in an endless dark void. Standing in the blackness of it, Reviver brightly emitting energy, bringing light to the darkness. Taking a step back, Cyra resting her eyes upon a massive Behemoth. That monster towering high, those fangs revealing itself. A platform of crystal stretching on for miles, ancient symbols extending far and wide. A beast possibly suffering a seal upon it, the night releasing it once again. Even in the world of the humans, these sort of creatures being of a possibility.

That beast mightily roaring, a massive shockwave ripping through the area. A dark pentagram appearing around it, shattering into pieces. Stepping back, Cyra feeling the immense pressure this monster is emitting. A familiar feeling it is, almost as if these sort of fiends has been to her awareness at some point. Mysteries of the past, wondering on the reasoning for her contact with them if it is of such a nature. Emotions of complexity, memories not of her awareness, frustrating this is. These monsters, their existence possibly going away long before her time. The eternal night, a night capable of bringing nightmares into reality. That young woman resting her eyes onward, feeling the movements of the beast, the area shaking. Unnerving this is, that angel holding her ground. Standing upon her side, directing rebellion at the fiend. Those eyes growing more confident with each passing moment, her emotions stirring even hotter.

"Bear your fangs at me will you? Well then Defiler of Souls, we will see whose bite is harsher." She coldly declares.

That beast reacting, almost as if it is understanding her words. Great rage filling the monster, the Behemoth mightily roaring. Negative energy burning from its massive claw, scraping it against the platform below. Malevolence spreading through its body, covering it in thick armor of blackness. Those eyes locking onto its target ahead, that fiend rushing forward with godlike speed. Cyra experiencing each tremor, her eyes unwavering to the monster. An old fire burning anew, those emotions rising by the moment. Her senses heightening, that maiden leaping away, evading the powerful attack of the beast. That assault striking down upon the platform, the area violently shaking.

Those strange emotions, her body reacting by the moment, that darkness emanating from her body. The Behemoth moving around her, illusions replacing within its steps. That young woman looking onward, witnessing the area shrouding in azure fire. Heat slowly intensifying, Reviver reacting, shielding the angel from the harshness of the flames. Even now, after so much she has done, this weapon willing to protect her. Turning her attention ahead, seeing the Behemoth moving through the flames. That beast appearing across the field, those fangs bearing at the target ahead. 

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The monster standing on all four legs, intense energy generating inside of its mighty jaws. Negative energy burning from its mouth. Cyra locking her vision upon the monster, darkness igniting from her body, those emotions rising from the depths. The time for reaction may not be much, even so, this resolve in meeting the challenge at hand. This resolve guiding her heart onward, to venture further into the endless night. Cyra reaching back, taking hold of Reviver. That maiden extending it backward, intense electrical energy generating from her staff, that angel looking upon the monster with great determination. 

"Hmph...so be it..."

Malevolence wildly raging from her body, darkness intensifying by the moment. Electrical discharge sparking from her body. These endless emotions, indescribable they are, but no doubt it is a part of her. Unyielding rage, this endless conflict. Even if the morrow ahead is but a terrible one, she will continue to resist what is reasoning. Those eyes of the young woman fixating on the enemy, that energy within its jaws charging even more by the moment, the area violently shaking. Darkness crushing down on the surroundings, two mighty beings readying for one final play in this game of death.

"Reviver...unleash thy wrath upon thine foe, leave nothing behind!"

Her voice evermore commanding, the weapon crying out. Electrical energy intensely sparking, Cyra motioning forward, and the beast doing the same. That energy unleashing from the jaws of the fiend, a massive dark wave ripping through the field. Negativity gathering the surrounding malevolence, using it as a powerful assault upon its foe. The intensity of the attack shaking the endless void, hastily approaching the maiden. Those eyes of hers unrelenting to the approaching attack, the assault enveloping her. Soon clearing, Cyra no longer standing there. That beast resting its vision onward, feeling much triumph.

"Fool..."

That cold voice ringing through the fiend, the monster looking up, witnessing the maiden high above. Cyra falling, that electrical energy sparking even brighter. Her malevolence burning even harsher. Stepping away, resting its vision upon her, seeing the electrical energy intensely sparking from her. Those cold eyes of the angel piercing down to its very core, even if the enemy is above her, there is not a challenge she will not meet. This being the will to oppose, those many emotions boiling deep inside of her, unleashing in her malevolence.

"Farewell..."

With those parting words, that angel unleashing a barrage of lightning upon her foe far below. The pure lightning crashing down upon the beast, the immense force intensely ripping away at the fiend. That monster loudly howling in excruciating pain, an electrical barrier extending from the assault, trapping the beast within it, electricity continuously crashing down on it. Cyra landing from a distance, that young woman calmly turning, closing her eyes. The angel extending Reviver, the energy compressing inside of the prison of electricity. 

Placing away her weapon, the compression of energy violently releasing. A purifying light washing over the entirety of the area, the sounds of the monster being no more. Cyra calmly turning in the direction of where the beast once has been, her eyes opening, not even leaving a trace of its soul remaining within this realm. Looking around, that azure fire slowly subsiding from the arena. A bit distant her eyes are, many questions lingering within her. Even so, there is no time for such at the moment. 

"We have no reason to remain here." She turns, calmly walking away from the scene.

The air all around lightening, becoming breathable once again. That darkness slowly leaving her, those emotions settling once again. An immense pressure lifting from her chest, her heart steadying itself. Standing at the gateway, Cyra turning once more. Looking around the endless dark void, wondering what else the mysterious night can reveal about her past. Reaching behind her, taking hold of Reviver. Gazing upon the staff, that weapon remaining silent. For now, that young woman accepting its silence, placing it away. Facing the exit once more, that maiden entering through, soon enough finding herself in a pathway with light.

"I suppose that beast was the one causing the imbalance..." She positions her arms in a thinking posture.

Looking ahead, seeing a path. The night of youngness, remaining this way until the threat at hand faces judgment. Many mysteries hiding away, dreadful it might be in unraveling those secrets. Endless emotions inside of her, this unyielding rage. A heart yearning to be free, away from the shackles binding it. Memories evermore inside of the past, but that is okay. Every step of the way, that angel understanding it a bit more. Even if it is but a somber morrow, such is fine. After all, to know the truth is one of her desires. It may be painful, but this is the will to continue on. No matter the hardships at hand, that will to oppose what is reasoning taking hold.

The eternal night...an endless night that never ceases. It can bring nightmares into reality...but...why is it bringing back these familiar feelings? Clearly there is something hidden deep within my past, but do I really wish to remember...?