Chapter 24: Chapter 8: Harmonizer-Lost Memories(Part 3)

Emotions wildly in the air, pleasant and agonizing ones altogether. Mistakes of the past, lessons evermore valuable. A heart yearning to be free, the soul shackling down. Even if the morrow ahead is but a somber one, it is okay, two old friends continuously tackling the challenges ahead. Those eyes resting upon the breaking glacier, the ice shattering, azure fire spreading afar. The heat encircling the room, rising from the depths of the land, both feeling the intensity of the negative energy crushing down upon them. This hatred Hades is exerting, frightening it is, but certainly it is okay. After all, these two companions facing yet another trial together. 

"You are not supposed to be here." Annoyance within the tone of the Dark Lord.

"There are a lot of places I should not be, those of which I will not mention for my own safety." He shrugs.

Everything slowly making more sense, that old friend being away for quite sometime. The expression of the angel becoming stern, looking towards her companion, folding her arms in displeasure. There is not a moment's rest around this deity, not even for a second she can turn a blind eye. In all reality, it is like keeping track of a child. In all honesty, that angel wondering if it is of requirement to hire a babysitter, perhaps then she can take a breather now and then. Stressful this is, but a necessity to keep in awareness of his actions.

"Where exactly did you go?" Maria questions, her voice of annoyance.

"Right now we have this psychopathic, homicidal dragon to deal with..." Her tone unnerving him.

"We will speak about this later." She turns her attention towards Hades.

His response of little surprise to the angel, one that is willing to try and find any way to escape her punishment. Much like a child in all reality, running when they are in trouble. However, constantly hanging around when it is blissful. That person never changing in the least, maybe it is his defining trait. Someone eternally a child at heart, pleasant and frustrating the experiences can be. Despite it all, that old friend always going the extra mile.

"Maybe If I'm lucky, I'll get killed this battle..." He slightly whimpers.

"Your petty spats aside, you will both be ashes in a moment." Hades speaks, his breath anxious to take action.

Those two old friends standing side by side, their vision upon the Lord of Darkness. The angel rushing through, that deity covering her from below. Lightning, ice, and fire raging throughout the field. A long and hard battle it has been, those two companions besting the mighty dragon together. Even so, perhaps it has been a bit too easy. That Seraph standing before Hades, her staff directing at his head. The dragon moments away from his demise, looking at her. Those cold eyes upon him, her judgment of soundness.

"May you repent in another life." She calmly speaks.

Her words perhaps a bit too kind, for such great sins of the dragon. That heart of softness, allowing Hades in repenting. The fading eyes of the beast, his body going limp. That angel closing her vision for a moment, as if respecting his end, even someone such as Hades is deserving this much in the least. It is difficult to say, these emotions inside of her. Strange yet familiar, to acknowledge someone such as the Dark Lord. Opening her eyes soon enough, that Seraph turning her attention towards Valor.

"Now, we have quite a bit of things to discuss." She folds her arms, her stern eyes upon him.

"You sure we can't just ya know, sweep this under the mat and well, forget it ever happened?" He questions in hope.

"Sure, and then we go home and have a sleepover." She sarcastically states.

"Really?" his hopeful voice.

Her words sparking a bit of hope inside of the deity, such will very much be like old times. The icing on top, there will be no punishment at hand. A win-win this will be, if only the god can properly understand sarcasm. Perhaps then he might be able to think of a way out of his dilemma, that angel quite of strictness. Directly opposite of the other, one so carefree, the other much more serious. That bond existing between them, a friend willing to put up with his shenanigans. 

"No." She speaks with annoyance in her tone.

"Me and my stupid ideas..." He slightly flinches, a sigh escaping him.

That Seraph lecturing Valor, all the while, the deity standing there, taking it in. Far too early it is in revealing his reasoning, even though what he has done is indeed punishable. One can say the angel is being lenient, after all, the young woman understanding all too well of what mistakes are like. The vision of the dragon gazing upon them, seeing his opportunity, that Dark Lord immediately standing. Valor noticing the beast rising from the ground, his expression becoming stern. The intention of the monster to sever the life of the angel, that god urgently raising his hand to his old friend.

"Watch out!" Valor warning.

Those words of her companion taking her by shock, Hades raising his claw. Maria facing in the direction of the Lord of Darkness, witnessing the monster hastily approaching her. Valor revealing his katana, making haste towards her, intercepting the assault with his weapon, pushing against the mighty power of the Dark Lord. Ice crashing against the fearsome azure flames of the dragon, the deity struggling in holding his ground. This hatred pressing against him, those eyes refusing to give into the Lord of Darkness.

"Your struggles are pointless!" Hades valiantly speaks.

Those eyes of the god trembling, surprise coming over him, witnessing his weapon shattering from the impact. Hades constantly growing more powerful, the deity knowing why as well. His own foolishness for not seeing this development, his heart at an unrest. His vision of unease, slowly stepping away. The dragon instantly following up, striking the god, sending Valor flying into a nearby wall. Pain excruciating upon him, his eyes trying to focus on the conflict at hand. That Lord of Darkness truly living up to his title, the deity wondering how he can even turn this around.

"Valor!" Maria urgently calling out.

Hades facing in the direction of the Seraph, the more troublesome one within his vision. Even now, that Dark Lord cannot quite put his claw upon the situation. Turning her attention to Hades, seeing the azure flames surrounding her. Looking on, that maiden witnessing a figure emerging out of the fire. The claw of the mighty dragon approaching, striking at the angel. Reviver crying out, a purifying light shining evermore bright, the force of the assault rendering her in two. That light clearing, two halves lying upon the land. Cyra and Rose, those two beings struggling on the ground. Valor rising to his feet, holding the side of his head in pain, his vision blurring by the second. That god noticing the two halves, one of malice, the other of innocence. The one of innocence, Cyra, slowly raising to her feet.

"Ugghh...what the...?" she holds the side of her head.

That young woman looking over to the fallen angel, gazing around, Reviver being nowhere in sight. Valor standing there for a moment, his eyes slightly widening. That person standing there, one of familiarity. Shaking away those emotions, rushing towards her, feeling the energy of his old friend. Even though the situation is dire, that one that is there, certainly there is a chance. Despite the severity at hand, one that is capable of grasping even the most minuscule of chances.

"Maria!" Valor calling out, running towards her. 

"You just won't die, will you?" Frustration growing inside of Hades.

"Valor...what is...? What is going on...?" she questions, taking a step back. 

The angel looking to her hands, that armor upon her body. Emotions flowing through her, frightening yet familiar it is, that young woman unable to contemplate the situation at hand. Hearing the heavy footsteps approaching them, both knowing that there is not much time. If there is any chance out of this mess, then the answer is residing with Cyra. A certain entity rising once more, those eyes, that armor. Even if it is but a somber morrow, it is okay, one that is capable of turning the faintest of chances into a reality.

"There is no time. Whatever happened, your weapon is gone, you must find it..." He desperately speaks.

Holding his left arm with his right hand, pain deeply striking against him. The god knowing that time is short, even so, this person in front of him. Those eyes, that armor, these emotions.  Even if it is but a somber morrow, those endless emotions being the necessity to turn this conflict around. It may not be at the moment, but certainly at a later point. It may be difficult, but all she can do is remember, this no less their last hope. Blood dripping down to the floor below, his energy slowly fading. 

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"I will not leave you here!" she urgently responds.

"It's too late..." He hangs his head low.

"Any last words?" Hades arrogantly questions.

Desperate this situation is, two halves once whole, that staff nowhere in sight. Despite it all, it is okay. Reviver releasing the one hiding in the deepest of shadows, dreadful it may be, but the turning point in this conflict. Even if turmoil will exist, then that is okay. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, those desires rising once again. Even if the threat at hand is insurmountable, there is now a chance for a brighter tomorrow. In all reality, the deity cannot imagine an even more perfect situation, a fool Hades has been.

"Hey...if ya really wanna know why I was gone..." He looks towards her. 

Resting her eyes upon his own, sorrow building inside of her. Painful this may be, but certainly it is the necessary way forward. Raising his hand in her direction, her eyes slightly widening. A pentagram forming beneath her feet, a crimson symbol, one from ancient times. That energy scorching the ground, the angel urgently looking on. Desperation inside of her eyes, being well in awareness of what her old friend is planning. No matter the pain that this will cause, that person must return, only then will there be a chance of success.

"It's your birthday, right?" he smiles.

Those words catching her attention, her heart at an unrest. Everything is making sense now, why he has been gone so long, the reason for his illusiveness. That angel never caring for the day of her birth, only continuing on with her existence. Even so, that old friend remembering year after year. That is simply how it has always been, even from their earliest days. That deity always trying to find something that she will like, no matter how small or large. Agonizing this is, her emotions boiling from far within.

"Heh...sorry, but this looks like the end of the rope for me. I know you can defeat him...after all, you have done the nigh impossible before..." He faintly smiles at her.

"Valor!"

Those crimson eyes of hers widening in grief, the young woman racing towards him, that pentagram invoking. A light rushing high above, Valor and Hades looking on, watching the light enveloping the room. Those painful eyes of the deity, wishing that he can be there with her. Time of requirement, his presence only increasing the chance of failure. That one hiding away inside the farthest abyss, desires forever strong. Even if it is but a somber morrow, that one from so long ago being the last hope remaining. If she is to falter, then certainly all hope is gone. At least this much he can do, to be able to protect her, to try and give her that deepest desire. 

"Concerning yourself with the safety of that angel, you would have been better off escaping yourself." Hades speaks.

"Nah, I'm already half in the ground either way." He gently smiles.

"Hmph, as admirable as you are, you are but a stepping stone to my goal." Hades calmly states.

"Heh, you have no idea of the hell you just unleashed upon this world..."

Those words of the deity catching the attention of Hades, that angel no doubt holding a much darker secret inside of her. Valor once being the supreme god, one suffering defeat so long ago. Even so, it is okay. After all, that person going onto creating a future of endless possibilities. Despite the pain deep inside, no matter the sorrow, that will forever engraving upon the souls of countless. Valor and the Lord of Darkness facing the other, their vision serious upon one another. Weapon-less of him, his eyes burning in determination.

Perhaps there may still be a few tricks up his sleeves, after all, it will take much more than an injury to keep him down. At this moment, far away from the kingdom, a field of irises flourishing in the night. The beauty of it reflecting from the crimson moon ever so high in the sky, petals blowing within the wind. Cyra lying in that field, the angel unconsciously resting upon the ground, a tear being to her eye. A dreadful parting, the final hope remaining in this nightmare. No strength remaining inside of her, unable to continue on. That maiden resting there, blocking out those dreadful emotions.

—Present Time—

Silence coming over her, those memories rushing back to the young woman. Her vision trembling, everything making much more sense now. That old friend protecting her, giving onto the worlds one final ray of hope. Holding her arms, hanging her head low. The angel well in awareness that it is her fault, for him no longer being with her. That selfishness inside of her, that greed, those mixture of emotions burning from her body. Dread intensifying within her, one blocking out those memories in order to carry on. This truth heavily hitting her, tears forming in her eyes. 

"Do you remember now?" he verifies.

Falling to her knee, her eyes of devastation. That old friend going far and beyond, putting his own life on the line to keep her safe. The reasoning for his disappearance, all of it striking her at once. Foolish she has been, to confront Hades. That young woman knowing well that he will have been with her if not for her decision, painful it is, grief grabbing at her. Those emotions burning even stronger, hatred at everything all around her. That darkness eating away at her soul, one acknowledging her role in this development. Those desires burning even harsher, the heart desperately trying to break free of the shackles binding it.

"It was...it was my fault...if I never...if I never came here in the first place..." Her head hanging low.

"Hey now, you know better than anyone he would never blame you." The vampire assuring her.

"It is my fault...how can he be alive...? That is impossible...he was critically injured..." She dreadfully responds.

Her hand resting upon the ground, frustration deep inside of her. Difficult it is for her, the vampire well in awareness. Despite it all, that one from so long ago must surface once again. Even if the world of the humans is no more, another ending far more catastrophic. Even so, maybe she can change this outcome as well. That angel thinking back to the meeting with the Lord of Darkness, her old friend going so far to save her. No matter how broken his body may be, one continuously residing there. That is simply who he is, someone forever trying to smile. Two old friends eternally extending a hand towards the other, regardless of the despair at hand.

"He made it out in the nick of time, that is why Hades cannot leave that room below. It was a seal set into place to keep him there." The vampire explaining.

Hearing those words, some hope returning to her eyes. Difficult this is to believe, but it is making sense. That heart of hers slowly settling, the angel wiping away those tears. Despite the many mistakes, there has been no reason for this result. Her selfishness, that greed inside of her. The maiden well in awareness of her imperfections, that heart trying to maintain its softness. One can say there is an alternative motive, a resolve hiding away in the deepest of darkness. The eternal night bringing into reality one that even the mightiest will fear, one that has been able to engrave their image into the souls of countless.

"You did what he asked you to do. You found Reviver, you have also reclaimed your wings."

That vampire kneeling towards her, calmly looking into her eyes. A familiar feeling the demon is giving off, perhaps he is not so bad she is thinking. Even in the most unlikely of places, there can be a friendly face. Those endless emotions frightening her, but such must be of embracement. To be able to have those pleasureful times once again, even if she must go against that heart far within. Sometimes, it is well worth the trade for one's deepest desire.

"So no more with feeling regret, okay? I am quite certain he's waiting for the chance to meet with you again. Though, that will never happen if you give up now. The wrong that was made can be made right, it's never too late." He assures her.

"Those words are definitely his own...this demon I can sense no ill will within. Perhaps a familiar energy, but that is all." She distantly thinks.

Even if the wrong is but a great one, it is okay. Everyone is capable of making mistakes, it is what one does afterwards. This being the defining factor of the person, to right the wrong that has been done. Unforgivable it may be, but that is fine, the young woman needing the approval of none other than one. Cyra standing once more with Reviver in hand, that maiden looking to the staff with no more regret inside of her eyes. No doubt, no hesitation, no fear, all that is remaining is the battle for tomorrow, a night that will soon see the daylight.

Valor...when we do meet again...I hope...we can look to those stars once again like old times. Until then, I shall turn these wounds into power, so that such a night is possible once more...wait for me, old friend...

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