Chapter 28: Chapter 9: Destruction of the Kingdom(Part 3)

Familiarity of this vampire, agonizing one can say. Behavior in comparison to another, that devil holding his hands to his chest, flinching with each action. The beast dragging her along the ground, throwing her towards a tree. Those crimson eyes refusing to give in, revealing her wings, extending them far and wide. That pure mesmerizing light washing over the area, firmly flapping her wings, breaking the force of the impact. The monster looking on, seeing her landing upon her feet. Those wings vanishing once more, leaving behind a trail of pure white feathers. One possessing much strength and speed, an abomination inside of the night. 

That pain expressing deep inside of his eyes, the young woman turning her attention towards the vampire, her facial manner clearly of annoyance. That demon looking at her with an expression in comparison to that of a duck, it is safe to say that his comment can use better timing. The vampire shrugging at her, brightly smiling at her, a sigh escaping the maiden. Ignoring him, facing back to the battle at hand. The vampire's comment aside, Cyra in awareness of the foe being far from light. In her haste, the young woman making an error. Those endless emotions inside of her, those desires meeting the enemy at hand.

"His senses are quite keen...an assassination attempt may not work..." She thinks.

The air growing thicker, wind striking at her, that beast rushing in her direction. Those claws in full view, the monster instantly appearing in front of her. That hound striking down with his mighty claw, malevolence tearing away at the surrounding area. Cyra leaping away, evading the attack. Continuing on, the beast closing in for a more fatal assault. Extending Rebellion, clashing against the claw of the fiend. Holding her ground, emotions stirring at her core, these indescribable feelings taking hold of her. One with insatiable greed, one envying the lives of others. These feelings rising from the depths of the angel, this terrifying strength of the beast meeting her own. Cyra finding herself unable in keeping back the force of the fiend, that maiden dashing away from the monster, trying to buy some time.

"To think they can actually turn someone into such a beast..." The vampire positioning his arms in a thinking posture.

Howling mightily escaping from the fiend, those bloodlust eyes locking onto his target. Rushing at the young woman, his speed accelerating, vanishing from sight. Her senses heightening once more, trailing the movements along the wind. The hound soon appearing before the maiden, striking down with his claw. Her vision calm upon her enemy, that fearsome claw tearing through an afterimage. Frustration growing inside of the monster, his vision trailing around. Glancing back, seeing the maiden standing with her back facing towards him. 

Even more so than this, electricity sparking in each direction. A prison binding him in place, the hound uneasily growling. Cyra calmly raising her hand, snapping her fingers. That energy within the prison compressing, crashing into his body. Pain excruciating upon the fiend, the assault violently releasing. The beast standing there, his eyes trembling, steam escaping him. Falling to his knees, the malevolence consuming him dissipating by the moment, Cyra glancing back to the monster, the vampire looking on. Both witnessing the fiend returning to human form, the Prince he is, his eyes slowly losing focus.

"You...are..." He weakly speaks.

Walking in front of him, standing before the young man who is struggling to stay within the realm of the living. The young woman feeling those endless desires, selfish they are, but no doubt admirable in a way. That angel giving him a moment to rest, after all, he does not willingly choose this path. Those eyes of the two meeting with the other, the Prince weakly extending his hand to her. Such an action taking the maiden by surprise, uncertainty in the method going forward. Taking hold of his hand, hearing him out. Even in one's final moment, everyone is deserving to have someone in their time of dying she is thinking. These mixture of emotions inside of her, this rage building at her core. Not from the young man, but from the suffering he is enduring.

"Find...find Anya...please..." He pleads.

Those eyes of desperation, malevolence building from the Prince by the moment. His heart trying to reach out to her, that soft heart hesitating on a decision. Pain evermore indescribable, the young woman knowing well of what she must do. Even so, it is not an easy choice. Releasing his hand, her gaze gentle upon the Prince. That vampire hanging his head low, knowing all too well of her decision. Her vision of regret upon the dying man, that young woman wondering if there might be another way. However, at the moment, her power being far from its original. These emotions clawing away at her core, hatred building inside of her.

"Very well, farewell...may you finally rest..." She painfully assures him.

His vision slowly blurring, darkness brightly burning from his body. The Prince witnessing her blade raising high, some hesitation extending from the maiden in that moment, this action contradicting that soft heart of hers. A beast such as him will only go berserk, yet her heart trying to find another solution. Perhaps not now she can do anything, but maybe at some point there can be a better morrow. Swiftly swinging her blade, cleaving the head of the Prince straight from his body. Blood spilling along the land, his head falling to the ground, the body following soon after. Turning away from the scene, lowering her head. Those many emotions inside of her, malevolence secreting from her body. That heart crying out, frustration shaking her. 

"Hades...you have gone much too far...these humans...they should not be at the center of our battle..." She thinks in disgust.

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—The Past Revisited—

—20 Days Ago—

Devils slowly approaching the Prince inside of the Castle of Raiser, that hallway intersecting to different pathways, those monstrous eyes upon him. Uneasiness building at his core, a traitor amongst them. Everything being more dire by the moment, those desires deep inside of him. To claim his own life, to not be in the shadow of his father. To right those wrongs that has been done, to know where his mother is. Most of all, the safety of someone evermore dear hanging on his mind. Those hands of his being ever so small, unable to do everything that he is wishing for. This greed for power, envying those who can do what he cannot. Indescribable emotions taking hold of him, that will to continue on burning even brighter.

"Come now Prince, do you honestly believe you can defeat the great Hades?" Richter questions, mockingly smiling.

From the ceiling to the ground below, demons scattering in many pieces. The Prince desperately gasping for breath, approaching his limit. The stench of blood becoming stronger, almost unbearable really. Uncertainty on how long he can continue to resist his enemies, his stamina quickly draining. Falling to his knee, holding his offhand to his chest. Desperately trying to hold onto his breath, those desires deep inside of him. Enemies approaching by the moment, that will to oppose what is reasoning. Even if this world is but a nightmare, to do the nigh impossible, that being his wish far within.

"I will not falter, there are much wrongs to atone for. Even if I cannot grasp everything in these small hands, I will not relent...!" he declares.

"Save your petty speeches for one who cares, now..." Richter slightly scowling in disgust.

Devils breaking away, negative energy surrounding the Prince in that moment, latching onto his body. Excruciating pain filling him, those endless desires inside of him. That wish far within, to do what he is incapable of doing, to have enough power. A terrifying scream escaping him, feeling his body tearing away from deep inside. Slowly morphing into another form, his screaming becoming louder and louder. Fur a shining silver, eyes of bloodlust, body of a man, and the head of a hound. Letting out a terrifying howl far and wide, that beast standing from the ground. So many emotions inside of him, his vision upon the knight. His state of consciousness fading away by the moment, that desire to maintain who he is.

"Hm hm, have fun now, Prince."

Taking a moment to look upon his new creation, the creature desperately trying to resist this transformation. Darkness eating away at him from his depths, endless emotions boiling at the core. Pain excruciating inside of him, holding his head, trying to resist those urges deep within. Turning away from the scene, Richter merely chuckling, covering his face with his hand. A sigh escaping him, slowly shaking his head from left to right. Lowering his hand to his side, the knight walking onward, leaving the beast to his own end. That Prince loudly howling, his consciousness fading away by the second.

—Present Time—

Cyra standing in that forest, the wind gently hitting against her. That crimson moon shining down upon the sorrowful field, her eyes resting upon the body of the Prince. A truly pitiful end one can say, someone with so much potential. Those countless emotions coming to her awareness, one trying to do all that he can, his hands may be small, but that is okay. Hatred manifesting far inside of the young man, such anger taking form. Cyra feeling the regret of the Prince to his very end, anger at himself for being unable to stop such a fate to be given to his kingdom. That angel gazing into the velvet moon, sorrowful her eyes are, a blade is a weapon, a blade is power she is thinking. Even so, such power is meaningless if it is taking an innocent life, it truly is a double edged sword.

Rest easy now, you have fought long enough. I will hold true to my promise, and find this Anya. This is madness and nothing more, no matter the reason for such, taking freedom away from a person is crossing the line. To play god, how sickening really...this is why mortals are not allowed to wield such knowledge...

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