Chapter 32: Chapter 10: Shrine of the King(Part 2)

A bond evermore strong, two extending a hand towards the other. Even if the sorrow is unbearable, it is okay. Despair clawing away at the soul, that heart yearning to be away from the conflict all around, desires ever so far inside of the past. Emotions stirring at the core, those feelings reflecting into reality. Those many years ago, even if it is no longer within her memory, the night bringing it back to awareness. Tiring it is, to constantly be fighting, to do what one is loathing the most. A never ending cycle, that heart continuously pursuing the nigh impossible.

A curse of a birth being the reasoning for so much turmoil, no matter so, that will to oppose what is reasoning burning even brighter. Turning from her, the vampire looking away, expressing regret within his eyes. There is definitely much more inside of the past, a lot in which he is wishing to be another. Unfortunately, the conflict at hand requiring the one inside of the abyss. That heart perhaps a bit in excitement, but also in grief. Perhaps after these dreadful events, there will be time to right some of the wrongs. Those times so long ago seeming like a distant dream, difficult it in pinpointing the passing years.

"One day...don't worry..." He distantly thinks.

A promise from days of yore, a heart constantly in pain, one that has been unable in reaching someone in the deepest of abyss. Memories evermore inside of the past, desires strongly burning. That smile no longer being there, only despair. To continue on, putting on a facade. His vision resting on the young woman, seeing her observing her surroundings. Those two shortly making their way into the shrine, their eyes resting on a labyrinth of a room. A defense system no doubt, and one being in design to keep out intruders. Those trying to claim the urn will no doubt have their work cutout for them, so many pathways existing inside of this area.

"I remember he told me not to get lost in here, and turns out he became lost. He was never good with directions." She faintly smiles.

"Haha, sounds about right." The vampire agreeing.

"Anyway, let us head onward, we have naught the time to spare." She glances back, nodding in disbelief.

Those two making their way through, that young woman leading the way onward. It may have been sometime, but no doubt she is remembering the path quite well. Those days of joy inside of the past, that old friend staying close to her, trying not to get himself lost once again. Pleasureful it has been, those times seeming so far away now. Soon entering a dark room, negative energy swirling around the two. The air becoming very thick, the threat clearly being at hand.

That angel raising her staff, a warm light washing over the area, illuminating the darkness. Their eyes resting upon a room infesting with specters, almost a cruel joke really, but something one must accept. After all, the night is eternal, and the enemies are endless. Taking a step back, both carefully watching the floating devils. Under normal circumstances, these enemies will be no problem. However, the night magnifying their abilities, making them a far more pressing threat.

"So...any idea how to kill a dead guy...?" the vampire scratching the back of his head.

"You are a vampire, should you not know?" she questions in disbelief, glancing to him. 

"Hey, I slept through that class..." He embarrassingly admits.

An agonizing sigh escaping her, the more time she is spending with this vampire, the more memories are returning to her. Perhaps this is good in a sense, after all, those events evermore distressing. Enemies scraping their claws against the wall and ground, their sinister fangs being in view. Around every corner, monsters becoming even more of a threat. Despite it all, this will inside of the young woman willing to meet the challenge at hand, those desires slowly making its way to the surface. Resting her eyes upon those fiends, the monsters rushing at them both, instantly surrounding the two companions.

"In short, Artifacts like Rebellion and Reviver are of requirement." She grips the staff in hand, standing upon her side.

Those cold eyes resting upon her foes, the young woman directing Reviver at her enemies. Those enemies taking caution of her, feeling a strange malevolence coming from the angel. This pressure crushing at their souls, no matter so, those monsters trying to resist her influence. The warm light radiating from her staff, hatred building inside of the fiends by the moment. Abominations they are, but perhaps nothing in comparison to herself. One willing to embrace her imperfections and selfish desires, becoming corruption itself. A will residing ever so far within the past, that one from so long ago coming about with each passing hour.

"Oh right, haha...that or extreme magic to purge them." He raises his right index finger as he smiles.

"Precisely, I suppose you were not a total slacker." She shrugs.

"My, was that a compliment?" he questions, feeling a bit of joy.

After so much time, finally something positive coming out of her. That or negative, depending on the point of view. Either way, the vampire feeling proud of himself. The night evermore an unsettling place, knowledge being of the requirement to survive, two unlikely companions working together. That young woman constantly pushing forward, her heart becoming colder and colder with the growing years. Despite it all, still remaining soft. Now she is finding herself in yet another conflict, and with a vampire that does not make for a passable one in the least.

"No, far from it." She glances back to him.

"You're cold ya know that?" he sighs, hanging himself in defeat.

"That has been said. Now enough talk, I must focus." She turns her attention to the specters.

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Distant his eyes are, that vampire knowing the reasoning for such drastic change within her. Those days of the past, her heart once filling with joy and love for the worlds. All of that going away on a certain night, painful it has been. Even so, one without her memories for a bit of time, the young woman living with some ease. Despite it all, that angel seeking the truth. Now here they are, within the eternal night that is bringing this reality back to her. Slightly looking away, the devil figuring that they can idly chat at another time, when the situation is a bit more calm. In all reality, that maiden finding his behavior much too familiar. Perhaps at a later point he may have been at least an acquaintance, a pleasant one he is inside of this nightmarish event.

"Angel..." One specter states with much disgust in their voice.

"Leave at once...!" another specter angrily speaks.

Those voices echoing through, her presence being to their discomfort. Hatred extending from the monsters, their claws scraping against the ground. There is no doubt that she will like to be anywhere else, unfortunately, this is where her next destination must be. Confidence extending from her eyes, that light revealing from deep within the darkness. Even if it is but a somber morrow, even if one must tread inside of the deepest of abyss. So long as that will to oppose reasoning is existing, there is always a way. No matter of its faintness, that one continuously resisting the challenges ahead. Sinister yet inspirational one can say, a heart forever holding true to itself. A mysterious darkness resting inside of the depths of the young woman, those emotions slowly coming free with each passing hour.

"As much as I will like to leave, I cannot. Perhaps I am no better than you lot, even so, judgment day has arrived for you all." She calmly responds.

Those words of acknowledgment, that one slowly coming free. An abomination she is, one willing to take on the hatred of the worlds. Painful it is, but also unavoidable. Her chilling voice rushing down the spine of her enemies. A single being capable of striking fear into countless, one that is willing to reach as far as she must. Those coming before always having to take caution, that vampire knowing this all too well. There is much to discover, and much to say at that. The night holding many mysteries, and perhaps even numerous answers. Even so, despite it all, that demon trying to lighten the mood, even if only for a bit.

"Oh what are you gonna do? Beat em with the stick?" the vampire questions in disbelief.

Ignoring the remark of the vampire, that angel dashing onward, leaving an afterimage in her place. Those many enemies resting their eyes upon the two, the devil slowly backing away, keeping off of the field of battle. Those enemies witnessing Cyra and her afterimage circling them, finding themselves unable in tracking her movements. Appearing behind an enemy, revealing the blade of her staff, cleaving the specter in two within an instant. The remains of the enemy's soul burning into nothing, this being of little surprise to the demon. One using a staff as a physical weapon, a most questionable option, but believable in all reality.

"Of course...you always use that staff the way it wasn't meant to be used." Slapping his forehead, unamusing of his gaze on her.  

Specters resting their eyes upon the one burning away, anger deeply expressing from them. Those fiends circling the young woman, raising their scythes, each one reflecting the angel. Great fear they are feeling of the maiden, but also insatiable hatred. Tension rising inside of them by the moment, those eyes of the young woman unwavering upon the many. Carefully watching their movements, witnessing them slowly circling around her. Instantly rushing at her, those enemies leaving afterimages of themselves in place. Nearing the maiden, their intention being to do onto her the same, to cleave her into pieces. Immediately appearing around her, the senses of the angel heightening. Those enemies striking down at her, their weapons cleaving through an illusion. Surprise expressing from them, witnessing malevolence crushing down upon them. 

Cyra materializing behind a specter, that young woman motioning her blade, severing its head clean from its body. Emotions boiling at her core, darkness violently burning from her. That maiden continuing her onslaught, materializing an afterimage of herself, cleaving yet another in two. That clone landing from a distance, the specter burning away. Another fiend descending from above, striking down at the young woman. Her vision meeting its own, moving with inhuman speed. Her blade motioning with a mighty horizontal swing, colliding through the monster, cleaving it in half. Cyra calmly standing, flashing of strikes shredding those numerous enemies, the room lighting up in the burning flames of those lost souls. Running her hand through her hair, looking onward. That angel assessing the situation, her vision of suspicion, something of amiss here.

"Something is not right here..." Cyra suspiciously looking on.

"So you notice as well. It was as if they were under the command of another, Hades possibly." The vampire heading in her direction, tension rising inside of him. 

"..."

That being to her suspicion from the start, but another possibility catching her interest. For now, the young woman can only continue on, confirming her suspicion of the situation at hand. Turning her attention ahead, Cyra seeing a pathway leading to the altar. On both ends of it are statues of the late King. That maiden slowly glancing from left to right, ensuring that there are no more enemies within the area. Reviver revealing each corner of the room, the area being free from monsters. Facing in the direction of the vampire, assuring him that they can move onward. Walking forward, that devil following behind her. Those two soon entering into a room, their eyes resting upon the altar ahead. On both ends of the altar revealing an orb, one of fire and one of water. Both representing a balance. Even so, that is of little concern at the moment. Turning their attention to the empty spaces, realizing that they are far too late.

"Just as I thought, the urn is gone..." Cyra positioning her arms in a thinking posture, frowning a bit in unease. 

"So Richter must have taken it. In such a case, we must make haste to the Royal Crypts." Some urgency within the vampire's voice.

"I agree."

Those specters may have been underneath the control of Hades, but their actions speaking differently. A ruse no doubt to lead her towards this location, with those enemies being but collateral. Fiends wishing for her to leave, but also an abomination upon the world of the humans. Lowering her arms, that maiden looking at the orbs for a moment, then to where the urn once has been. This being far from a coincidence, and an error on her part nonetheless. Those orbs representing a balance, perhaps there might even be another influence at work here as well. Infinite in mystery the night can be, around every corner testing the mettle of those inhabiting its domain. 

Those days of the past, pleasureful they have been, I can only wonder if this is truly the world Hades and Rose wishes for. A place without beauty, only horror. If this is your desire Rose, even if I must annihilate you, and never return to my former self, then I shall do so...

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