Chapter 21: Chapter 7: Lost Pride(Conclusion)

A night of many mysteries, endless emotions flowing through. Desires resting at the depths, clawing its way to the surface. Frightening it may be, horrifying even, but that is okay. One reclaiming what is rightfully her own, that valuable weapon, her wings. Both reflecting some hope within this dreadful night, slight it may be, but this being more than enough to continue resisting. Two halves once whole, one being the magnification of those desires far inside, the other the soft heart of the original. Weak the soft one may be, but that is also creating the possibility of endless growth.

From deep within, a sinister resolve existing, memories hiding away inside of the past. Standing there within the ruin, feeling an unknown energy resonating deep inside of her. A strange feeling it is, but one that is all too familiar. That angel continuing to wonder why, it might be due to her not using Reviver to its fullest potential, that or something else altogether. Even so, this time it is different, those emotions clawing its way to the surface. That intense pain striking at her very mind once again, agonizing it is upon her. Taking a step back, holding the side of her head. Familiar emotions rushing through, an indescribable pain stabbing at her.

What is this pain...? Why...? Why again...?

Those endless emotions boiling at her core, slowly reaching to the surface. Malevolence and divinity steadily wrapping around her. Memories rushing through her, events unfamiliar yet of recognition in some way. Those visions appearing to have no connection to herself, at least to her own understanding. At the same time, the familiarity of it gripping at her heart. Ever since the beginning of this dreadful night, such memories has been persisting. These many emotions, her desires growing stronger and stronger with each passing moment. Difficult it is in suppressing, but maybe this is exactly why it is so painful upon her.

A battlefield tearing apart, a lake not too far, the crystal clear water reflecting off of the sun. From afar, enemies swarming a mysterious woman. Many bodies lifelessly piling for miles upon the ground, that being standing against so many. Maria she may be, that maiden facing those many, her demonic shadowy claw of a dragon in view. Darkness ripping away at her, those eyes calm upon her enemies. Malice protruding from her, devouring the malevolence all around her, fueling her own power.

Returning to reality once more, the pain slowly subsiding. Cyra rising to her feet, looking upon her hand, witnessing it shaking a bit. Those memories striking deep at her core, wondering why she is remembering such. Those events feeling familiar to her, that darkness. One willing to embrace their imperfections and selfish desires, becoming corruption itself. Those endless emotions clashing against the many, terrifying this is. Memories of the past holding meaning. Difficult it may be in identifying, but certainly a reasoning no less.

"Why...do I quiver...?"

Distant her eyes are, fear slowly rising inside of her. The memory of that claw, malevolence emanating from the body of the person. Those many enemies, all falling to a single person. Hatred, sorrow, despair, so many emotions flowing from the mysterious one. One traveling in the deepest of abyss, even if they must become corruption itself. Blackness of the heart, one reaching into the depths of oblivion, taking hold of a power far beyond the imagination of countless. To be able to grasp those desires deep within, there is no length to which one may not reach. That memory shaking the angel, the connection of those events confusing towards her.

What exactly is she?

That question striking against the mind of the maiden. Cyra slowly shaking her head from left to right, looking onward, pushing the memory out of mind. From ahead resting a pathway leading towards the court of the castle. That young woman clearly seeing it from where she is standing. Walking forward, the maiden entering through the door way, soon finding herself in the massive area. Statues of the King and his men aligning along the fences, at the center resting a gigantic crystal. Cyra gazing upon the crystal, feeling a certain energy pulling her towards it. That maiden standing there, resisting the temptation it is bringing.

"What is this doing here...? It should not be in this world...I am beginning to see how Hades came here..." A stern expression coming to her face.

An object that has no place in the realm of the humans, one that can break the normal boundaries separating each world. Hades taking advantage of these exploitations, making his way into the world of the humans. Even so, another question coming at hand. That young woman wondering how this is possible, perhaps there may be another in involvement. Standing to her side, directing Reviver at the Crystal. Feeling the air growing thicker, seeing a crimson mist rolling in, hearing a voice penetrating the depths of her mind once again. Her eyes slightly shaking, that voice echoing through her.

Why do you fight against it? Why do you hide?

"Why do I hide...?" she carefully thinks on the question.

Those words echoing through her, one fighting against the corruption deep inside of her. To be able to maintain that heart of softness, that darkness slowly clawing its way to the surface. A mixture of emotions most unsettling, but no doubt a part of her. That maiden looking on, witnessing the mist slowly concentrating around the crystal, as if it is protecting the object. Cyra standing straight, her eyes upon the object in much confusion. Wondering what it is meaning, what it can possibly be trying to say.

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No matter how much you hide, the sins you have committed can never be undone, and you know this...

Slightly looking down, feeling as if those words are true, that young woman knowing deep within that there is much inside of her life that is a haze. One continuing in wondering, truth being in those words. Even with those slight memories, the person that she is now is directly contradicting with it. Those many emotions inside of her, this unyielding rage. One desperately trying to move ahead with the heart she has come to know, not with the one trying to reach its way into her life. No matter so, perhaps there is a greater sin that she cannot escape from.

Stop fighting what you are. An abomination, the worlds enemy, remember that.

"Don't listen!" another voice yelling, penetrating her very mind.

That voice bringing her back into reality, her eyes widening in realization, that young woman shaking her head slowly from left to right. The air becoming stagnant, and the land violently vibrating. An intense pressure crushing down upon her, no matter the morrow, one must be able to continue on. Even if the sins of the past may be great, that is not the defining factor of the present. There might be much that is confusing, but for now, she will push onward, resisting what is reasoning. That resolve from so long ago slowly surfacing, a deep darkness existing at the core. Divinity and malevolence slowly settling from her, her vision upon the conflict ahead.

"Do not concern yourself with anything that thing has to say...end it! Before it is too late!" the voice urging her.

Cyra closing her eyes for a moment, losing herself in the blackness of her mind. A strange occurrence happening, that maiden remembering something faint, a memory of her standing underneath a tree with Valor at her side. That grassy field going on and on, a gentle wind brushing against them both. Pleasureful it is, it may be faint, but it is certainly enough to keep going. Cyra opening her eyes, no more hesitation, no more doubt, only the threat in mind now. Her pure white feathery wings revealing once more, expanding far and wide. The crystal taking caution, devils materializing for miles.

Darkness concentrating, more demons emerging out of the shadows. Locking onto the maiden, those devils rushing at her. Fiends approaching, her vision focusing in on them. Those fearsome claws nearing her, upon striking at her, that young woman immediately vanishing. Looking to the sky, those demons watching the maiden floating high above, calmly gazing down at them, expressing an all too mighty resolve. Those cold eyes brimming with such confidence, directing Reviver at her foes, raising it, twirling the weapon in her hand. Electricity surging through her body, transferring to her staff.

"Begone from this world."

Sparks spiraling around her, that maiden locking onto her enemies, the energy generating into physical form. Cyra unleashing the divine lightning upon her foes, energy crashing down into the ground, ripping apart the very area. Screaming of the devils filling the night, the terrifying lightning breaking apart the land far and wide. rubble flying in each direction, many enemies burning away. Soon enough, that angel gracefully descending in the ruins of the court, divine feathers falling from above, showering the land. The maiden floating just above the earth, looking in the direction where the crystal once has been.

What did it mean...? What sins have I committed other than this...? And what did it mean...calling me the worlds enemy...?

So many questions resting upon her mind, those words feeling true. Confusing they are, but even so, there is something far inside of her that she cannot truly deny. The deeper she is making her way into the endless night, the more questions that are surfacing, as well as so little answers coming with it. For now, a greater threat of urgency. Unsettling this is, even so, that maiden having to connect those pieces at a later point. Cyra landing upon the ground, her wings dispersing, leaving behind a trail of pure white feathers. That young woman taking a moment, observing her surroundings, the conflict being over for the time being.

That angel looking ahead, seeing the vampire standing from a distance, again he is revealing himself. A strange one he is, knowing all too well that it is a fool's choice to confront an angel. Wondering on his reasoning, a questionable one he is. No matter so, helpful this devil has been, the possibility of useful information he is wishing to present this time. Cyra looking into the velvet moon, watching the clouds slowly moving away. Many mysteries residing inside of the past, the night a truly horrifying place. Even if her sins are far greater than she is believing, this is something she will have to accept. Those many emotions inside of her, this hatred becoming stronger.

There is still much I wish to know, this past of mine, and these memories. Ever since I arrived here, these events have been coming together. Still...this will have to wait...until I have found him.