Chapter 20: Chapter 7: Lost Pride(Part 1)

Infinite in desires, emotions rising from the depths of the abyss. Indescribable it is, malevolence eating away at the soul. No matter so, even if one must dive into the horrors of the past. It is okay, memories evermore painful and blissful. To fear this, perhaps it is only natural. One embracing their imperfections and selfish desires, scars forever engraving upon the soul. A heart yearning to be free, a spirit wishing to escape from the shackles binding it. The morrow ahead may be dreadful, hatred may exist deep inside. Even so, this being the will to continue on, to resist what is reasoning. Deep underground, through the many pathways. A room hiding away inside of the depths of the castle. The demise of Greed not going without notice, from the smaller to the higher demons. All coming to grasp with the reality of this, Greed may have been without much intelligence, but its power has been truly admirable. A heavy loss this is, the war shifting in a most unsettling direction.

"Impossible...to think her power would rise so much in such a short time. To think Greed, my most powerful of the Four Generals will fall to such a pathetic angel." Annoyance within the voice of the Dark Lord.

"Sire, it would appear that Greed has always been here, was he really so powerful?" Richter questions, positioning his arms in a thinking posture.

Greed escaping its confinement long before the request, a fiend able in undoing the sealing process. Memories no longer within reality, those existing without reasoning. No matter so, a demon of greatness, that beast falling to an opponent no longer of her full capabilities. Unsettling this is, almost as if someone entirely different is fighting this war. Scraping his claw against the ground, Hades breath steadily exhaling fire. All the while, Richter trying to straighten the conflict at hand.

"Do you doubt my judgment of my elites?" Hades threatening.

"No sire, I am wondering what our next action should be." He explains, feeling cold sweat running down the side of his face.

Angels normally not possessing such power, alone not being much, but together posing a threat. One can say they are in comparison to humans in a sense, weak alone, but strong together. Despite this, the tides of the war shifting. One of a formidable threat inside of Hades knowledge, an existence no longer there. Two halves once whole, a separation doing more harm than good, a lone angel instilling fear into countless devils. Great accomplishments from a single one, unnerving it is to the Lord of Darkness. Hades wondering if this can really be the same one, that resolve of the young woman confronting him before the start of the endless night. That, or if she is someone entirely different altogether.

"Summon the Accursed immediately. Their aid will be of requirement, it is very likely this angel will shred them however." Hades responds, pounding his claw into the ground.

"So we are using them as collateral, while the body of the late King is being restored." Richter verifying.

"Precisely."

"I shall get on this right away sire." Richter bowing.

Turning from the Dark Lord, positioning his arms in a thinking posture. Perhaps there might be another hand to play here. After all, the night of youngness, that body of the King possessing great power inside of it. That former knight thinking of the many possibilities, this lone angel being capable of the most extreme of feats. Perhaps she may even be on the level of the gods. Certainly the desperation inside of Hades is proving this theory of his, this no doubt meaning that the knight may be able to benefit from the chaos.

"That worthless King, I suppose I am impressed his body can hold such power. I wonder if there is a way for me to extract it myself..." He wonders.

Hades looking upon Richter, feeling annoyance by his presence. Already suffering a heavy loss, time of the essence. An angel possessing such power, a moment in which the Dark Lord cannot possibly foresee happening. A raging storm setting in, this unsettling emotion inside of him, almost as if he has come face to face with this threat at some point. One that is able to persevere through the harshest of conflict, those crimson eyes returning to his memory. That voice sending a frightening chill down his spine, those desires of his refusing to give in.

"Why are you still here?" Hades questions.

Richter glancing back to Hades, perhaps taking a bit too long with gathering his bearings. No doubt there is no use in pressing the situation onward. In all reality, he can continue fitting together the pieces later on. For now, it is important for him to be playing his part. Those desires inside of him, to see it through to the end. The night being a truly terrifying place, but one in which he must endure. No matter the turmoil, this former knight doing well in holding on, to be able to venture beyond his own limitation.

"Apologies sire, I am merely determining the best course of action to take. I shall do that on my way." He responds.

"Very well, be on your way then..." Hades calming, some suspicion lingering inside of him.

That former knight walking onward, the night still young, endless possibilities resting far and wide. The Dark Lord looking on, witnessing Richter leaving, hearing the closing of the door ahead. Within the vastness of the eternal night, none can trust another. Betrayal around every corner, desires on the line. A heart to be free in roaming wherever it pleases, even if it shall mean in the most reprehensible of ways. Desperation growing by the moment, but despite this, there is still a hand to play. At that moment, much above in a ballroom, the night staying true to itself. An area usually for the gathering of many for an event, now reducing to a nest for devils. From high above, and out of view, the maiden standing on top of a balcony. Cyra feeling the thickness of the air, the red mist slowly shrouding the room. Looking down to the floor below, resting her vision upon the numerous monsters plaguing the area. Vast the numbers are, and perhaps too much for any average person to contend with.

To think...it will come to such...

Sins of the past, a wrong that has been done. Perhaps an unforgivable one at that, the world of the humans turning into an unending horror. That young woman looking on with such sorrow in her eyes, feeling the cadence of those who are remaining in limbo. Their lives no longer there, but simply voices desperately seeking aid. Happiness turning into fear, screaming never seeming to leave the room. How cruel really, those fiends stealing their joy, replacing it with despair. The monsters noticing her presence, looking above to the platform, seeing the angel calmly standing upon the balcony. Those eyes of the maiden glaring down at her enemies, bats beginning to screech. Howling wolves, and lizards gathering. Closing her vision for a moment, feeling the malevolence intensifying all around her, darkness gripping the night. This malevolence reacting to her, blackness encircling her by the moment.

"Fools they are...I can only wonder...why does one seek destruction...?"

That is a question that is feeling all too familiar, the young woman wondering why. It is clear that there is nothing in the Nine Worlds without reason, so she can only wonder on that specific purpose. Even so, more than those petty problems. That maiden pondering on the familiarity of destruction, these lingering emotions. Standing to her side, directing Reviver at her foes. This rage becoming worse and worse within her, the night magnifying desires hiding away inside of the past. That heart desperately trying to maintain its softness, malevolence burning away at her body.

"This may be but a fragment of the power I once held, but it shall be more than enough to cleanse you filth from this world." She speaks with such daring eyes upon them.

Descending to the bottom floor, landing at the center of the room. The howling of the night taking aim at its prey, striking with its mighty fangs, aiming for its kill. That fiend approaching by the moment, those eyes of Cyra unwavering upon her many enemies, sparks of electrical energy surging from Reviver. Standing straight, her offhand extending forward, those beasts drawing near. Her body dematerializing upon the snapping of her fingers, leaving in its wake an electrical energy traveling throughout the room. Riding along the many waves of electricity, that young woman appearing behind a wolf. Her blade in hand, drawing closer to the enemy, severing the head of the hound. That lifeless corpse falling to the ground, blood splashing against the land. Noticing the approach of a lizard devil, the demon motioning for a strike towards her rib.

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Turning in its direction, swiftly swinging in an uppercut, parrying the assault with Reviver. That fiend stepping back, her eyes upon her target. Closing in, the angel standing upon her side, stabbing through the neck of the demon. The sight of so much blood, this never ending conflict. Emotions rising from the depths inside of her, darkness burning even thicker from her body. Watching the monster struggling to breathe, soon perishing from the wound. Extracting her blade from the beast, witnessing it falling to the ground, the monster leaving quite a mess in its passing. That maiden turning, glancing to the monsters surrounding her, fear slowly expressing from them. This pressure exerting upon the room, those crimson eyes evermore cold.

"It is a little too late for apologies, you should have never taken step upon this world." She stands upon her side, directing Reviver at her enemies.

Dematerializing once more, moving along the waves of her energy, the electrical force circling her enemies. Taking form, that young woman striking Reviver down at the center. The energy hiding along the air, unleashing upon her foes. Electrocuting one after the next, much like a domino effect. One going down, numerous following along. Pain of those fiends filling the night, soon countless laying on the ground, no more than charcoal. This darkness inside of her, this unyielding rage. That heart trying to maintain who she is, to hold onto what little hope is remaining.

"These emotions...there is no time, I can feel her nearby..." Cyra turning to a path leading deeper into the castle.

Walking onward, slowly settling herself. The stench of burning flesh filling the air, and a room bathing in blood. Such is the will of her judgment, despite the many conflicting emotions inside of her. Lenient she has been with them, a chance for those fiends to repent in another life. Even if these emotions are stirring at her core, that heart still trying to reach out. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, this will to resist taking hold of her by the moment. Shortly coming across a pathway underground, many intersections revealing, negative energy much more in concentration. Sickening really, there is appearing to be no place where one can gain a moment's rest. Around every corner lurking a monster, from the shadows, that maiden resting her vision upon the roaming enemies.

"This entire castle has been infested by these monsters..."

Dire the situation is, demons flooding this world. Slightly looking down, positioning her arms in a thinking posture. The battle with Greed certainly draining much of her energy, let alone there being no time to gain a decent rest. Enemies around every corner, a situation worsening, emotions clawing away from the depths of her. A faint light drawing to her eye, that young woman moving her foot a bit, seeing a feather of whiteness. One beautifully shining, her eyes slightly widening at the sight of it.

"..."

Kneeling to the ground, gazing upon it. That shining warmth enveloping the darkness latching onto her, those endless emotions slowly settling. Extending her hand, grasping the feather inside of her palm. A familiar warmth coming over her, even in the deepest of darkness, there is always some hope. There may be many emotions inside of her, but that is okay. This unyielding rage does not mean it is defining of her. That angel may not understand it, but certainly she can hold onto who she is now. To embrace the past, this is what she must do. No matter the fear ahead, so long as there is a faint light of hope, that is all she will require.

"This is...my feather..." She faintly smiles.

"The last remnant of them...I see now...I know what I must do."

That separation seeming like an eternity ago, Rose taking everything from her. Despite it all, a single feather surviving. This purity holding her together, the last remnant remaining. Despite this, it is okay. Enlightening those emotions are, even if her sins are deep, it does not mean she cannot right the wrong that has been done. No matter the morrow ahead, one willing to embrace those imperfections and selfish desires. After all, this being the way to a brighter tomorrow. Sorrowful the events of the past may be, but that is fine, there is always a better morrow to look forward towards.

"I do not need my wings, they have always been with me." She looks to the feather.

"Those wings I held so much pride in...I see now."

Gazing upon it, that warm light shining evermore beautifully. Holding the feather close to her chest. The feather floating from her hand, moving towards her body. A ripple forming, her body assimilating the object. From deep within, that familiar sensation returning to her. Those wings of pride making itself into her reality once again, looking ahead to the beasts lurking in the deepest of darkness. Those eyes of the young woman calm upon them, standing from the ground, those wings expanding from her back. White as snow, pure and without malice. Flying towards the room ahead, that maiden ascending high into the air. Enemies looking upon her, unable to do anything else. Gazing down at her foes, an entity standing above all else, directing Reviver at the many demons.

"Perhaps in death you shall repent." She calmly speaks.

Emotions balancing out, those many feelings working in harmony. Reviver shining its purifying light, raising her staff, twirling it in her hand. Electrical energy intensely sparking, channeling in a circular motioning. Her power building by the second, feeling the energy flowing through her. That angel concentrating it towards her weapon, looking upon her enemies with such daring eyes. Those fiends unable in doing anything, helplessly remaining there. One that is passing judgment upon them, that heart freeing to the wind. To be able to embrace in this bliss once more, even if the darkness inside of her is there, it is okay. There is much she must understand, fear may rise, but that is part of the process. To know of her memories of the past, that being the will to continue on.

"Farewell."

Unleashing the mighty attack upon her enemies, that purifying energy shining with beauty, such divinity. The electrical force dispersing, striking down at her foes, caging them in a prison. Those fiends struggling, screaming intensifying from them, feeling their skins burning away. Even more of the lightning striking down upon her enemies, each assault lessening their scope of escape. That energy sealing those fiends within, ripping away at them by the moment. Truly a cruel end one can say, those enemies only being able to endure, lightning descending, striking the barrier. That force compressing inside of the prison, soon rapidly dispersing.

That assault reacting once more, violently exploding. Enemies reducing to nothing, the room in ruin. A light shining down, leaving behind a trail of pure white feathers. Descending from above, the maiden landing upon the ground, her wings vanishing. Looking towards Reviver in hand, a faint smile coming to her face. Perhaps at the beginning of this strife, there may have been little to no hope, but now there is definitely a chance of success. Even more so than that, the fond memories the weapon is bringing back, such filling her with joy. Even if the past is unsettling, it does not mean it is to be of avoidance.

"I have always felt safe with this weapon, perhaps it is because you were always here beside me, this weapon was once yours. With this in hand, I suppose it is only natural I can head into battle with no hesitation." She pleasantly states.

My power may still be very limited, but I can feel it...another kind of strength. One that was locked away deep within me. I can see now...even though I was lost, you ended up guiding me once more...now there is two more things to do. Defeat my other half, and put an end to Hades.

Even if it is but a somber morrow, it is okay. After all, those many emotions inside of her being a part of her. Divinity and malevolence working in harmony, strange yet familiar. The night may be a terrifying place, but that is fine. Those memories of the past, maybe they can eventually shine a light of truth upon her. Walking ahead, that angel feeling an all too familiar presence nearing. Her vision focusing, her resolve holding strong. A path leading onward, the endless night persistently continuing. However, this time hope residing there.

My weapon recovered, my pride returned. There are many questions I have, but most of all, I desire to know what has become of you old friend...

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