Chapter 35: Chapter 11: Those Without Salvation(Part 2)

—Present Time—

Night evermore of such sorrow, the past resting many secrets inside of it. One from ever so long ago, desires forever burning strong. A heart once filling with love for the worlds, now holding hatred. That will to oppose what is reasoning, a curse of an existence. Despite it all, that heart also remaining soft. Those two companions continuing on within the night, finding themselves inside of a swamp. Decaying trees spreading far and wide, water poisoning the land. A curse it is, no doubt setting into place by the eternal night itself. Plaguing with the bodies of the dead and undead alike.

Sickening the scent is, malevolence burning within the area. The air especially of thickness, concentrating with such hatred. At the center of it all revealing an undead mage. Looking ahead with those lifeless red eyes of his, their vision resting upon the maiden from a distance, the resemblance of the one so long ago. That angel damning him and his race so many years ago, rage filling him. Right down to his very core, hatred existing for that entity. Taking a step forward, the undead mage pointing in her direction, the eyes of the young woman calm upon the fiend.

"You...! I will never forget you...!" he angrily speaks.

"Oh? So I see you lot are still lingering about. Tell me? How has eternal life been serving you?" She folds her arms.

"That day huh..." The vampire looking away.

An event evermore inside of the past, the maiden in a state of vulnerability at the time. Those emotions deep inside of her, pain indescribable. A poor timing with that race, confronting her at such a moment. That angel taking the most extreme of actions, granting onto them the strictest of punishment. Even now, that pain inside of her is only growing. This night making it even worse, yet that one within the abyss is of necessity. The undead looking to his rotting hand, shaking in frustration. No matter the passing time, his body continuing to deteriorate, the one at fault being ahead of him. Anger throughout those many years building within him, all for this moment to gain his vengeance against her, to finally put this curse to rest.

"We have lived in agony. The flesh on our bones decaying...eventually falling off. Eventually becoming the very undead...never to know the salvation of death. All we wanted...was to grow closer to the gods." He looks to the maiden with dreadful eyes.

"Foolish fiend, you were warned never to build a tower to the Heavenly Realm. I am the guardian of that world, it is my job to dispose of all those who aim to step forth within our haven." She explains, slightly glaring at him.

"How does that justify the fate we were dealt?! All we wanted was to be closer!" he yells, swinging out his arm, taking a step towards her.

Foolish they are, even to this day. Within those days, humans only evermore concerning themselves with their own agenda. Never a moment to at least consider their actions, time and time and again countless conflicts falling on her. Despite it all, it has been her job, the maiden giving them multiple chances to leave. Even so, those humans continuing their persistence. That hatred inside of her, those unyielding emotions still reflecting now. Closing her eyes, the angel remaining as such for a moment, soon slowly nodding her head from left to right. No matter the passing time, this fiend still not understanding of the wrong he has done. Opening her eyes, looking upon the suffering man with such pity expressing from her.

"Even after so many years, you still do not understand. Very well, if it is an eternal slumber you seek, then I shall grant that onto you." She grips her staff by the handle.

"Hah! No...I will silence your life angel!" hatred deep in his voice.

Even after so many years, that fiend trying to reach into the domain of the gods. Leniency in her method, her heart always trying to understand others. No matter so, her actions always ending in pain. There are many reprehensible wrongs inside of her past, but also many knowledgeable moments. Standing on her side, the maiden directing Reviver at the fiend. That weapon warmly shining its light, those crimson eyes of the angel piercing into her foe. One of pure torment, and one of hatred and nothing more. There is no denying of such, that her actions has been extreme in the past. No matter so, every movement being one step closer. To grasp those desires deep inside, that one ever so far inside of the abyss returning to reality.

"I admit that I have my own flaws. No matter so, one that has no sympathy is nothing but a threat, my gift to you is eternal slumber." She speaks with pitiable eyes upon her foe.

"Screw your fucking gift! Tonight is when you die! Tonight is when our curse will be lifted!" he yells.

That vampire well in awareness, that even back then, she has been trying her best. No matter the hatred inside of her heart, that young woman still giving them a chance. That angel no more than a guardian, fulfilling the requirement of her job. No doubt she has not been in the best state of mind, punishment of severity. Sorrow deep inside, a heart resisting the shackles trying to bind it, a soul yearning to be free. The fiend expanding his arms, Cyra and the vampire looking on, witnessing the malevolence circling the swamp. Sickening it is, that energy concentrating into physical form. From the depths of the swamp, skeletal soldiers rising. Many of eagerness in gaining their revenge against her as well.

"You really pissed off a lot of people huh..." That vampire stepping away, some unease from him.

"Enough, clear out." Cyra commanding, glancing back to him.

"Yeah-yeah." He shrugs.

That is rather putting it lightly, the young woman enraging countless. That will fighting against the restrictions all around, a heart revealing itself for all to see. Her image eternally engraving into the souls of countless, those desires finally having a chance of success. The vampire looking ahead, the undead slowly approaching. Expanding his bat wings, ascending into the sky. The maiden looking ahead, feeling the intensity of the pressure on her. Hatred evermore strong upon her, the influence of the night drawing even more enemies against her. That will slowly proving its superiority the longer the night is existing, that will to oppose what is reasoning. Cyra's vision resting on her enemies, malevolence burning from each of the undead. One stepping forward, moving with speed that can rival lightning itself. Revealing its blade at an extremely close range, aiming for the rib of the maiden.

Intercepting the assault, launching the weapon into the air with Reviver. The undead taking a step back, the young woman moving behind the fiend. Rebellion in hand, those eyes unfazed upon her enemies. Striking down, cleaving its body in two. That corpse falling to the ground, her vision locking upon another, the maiden dashing behind it, leaving illusions in her steps. A blade rushing at her from behind, Cyra ducking, evading the assault. Raising Reviver, countering with her staff. A fearsome stab ripping through its body, shattering the undead into pieces. Frustration growing within the leader of the undead, witnessing how easily the angel is disposing of his undead army. Flipping over a skeletal soldier, the fiend looking above, those eyes cold upon them. Revealing her blade, striking down from its head, cleaving its body straight down into two, her stance spreading on the ground. Following up her assault, turning in the direction of so many, those daring eyes upon her enemies.

Sweeping her staff along the front of her, electrical energy trailing through, the enemies all around taking caution to their foe. A skeletal soldier firmly keeping its guard up, approaching her with extreme caution. Cyra taking notice, dematerializing once again, riding the waves of her electrical energy that has been set into place. Revealing herself from behind yet another, the angel cleaving the enemy in two with her blade. An afterimage appearing in front of another, stabbing it through the skull, claiming the life of yet another one of her victims. The vampire looking on, floating high above in the sky. That same ferocity he will never forget, one that will continue fighting. Even if her body is wishing to rest, that person continuing to battle. That one from the deepest of abyss coming more and more into the light, the night intensifying its hold with each passing hour.

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"She was always a ferocious opponent on the battlefield...even the gods grew fearful of the power she has.." The vampire distantly thinking.

Those days of the past, one standing against the nigh impossible. That darkness deep inside of her, a heart desperately trying to hold onto itself. Even if it is but a somber morrow, that will burning evermore brightly. Feeling the concentration of malevolence from the leader of the undead, turning her attention towards him, that fiend generating a massive void within the air. Cyra slightly frowning, watching the force of the void exerting a powerful suction. Pulling in everything around the area, even the lost lives of his allies. The senses of the young woman heightening, those emotions stirring even hotter. Her vision identifying her path, Cyra dashing through, extending her sword afar.

"Be sucked into the endless void you damn angel!" he yells.

The enemy freezing, his lifeless eyes trembling. Slowly looking down, witnessing her blade piercing through his chest. Fear growing in the pit of his stomach, looking back, those crimson eyes meeting with his own. Those cold yet beautiful, unforgiving eyes. Her power may be far from what it once has been, but that does not matter. The night growing even stronger, that one from the past slowly clawing their way to the surface. Emotions burning from her depths, desires evermore strong. That will to resist, to oppose the reasoning of all those willing to condemn her. Even if she must sully her soul in malevolence, then that is okay. For those times to be a reality again, there is no distance that she will not reach.

"You were a fool, if only you had waited one more year, your curse would have been lifted." Her cold voice penetrating deep into his core.

Those words ringing through him, a year and everything will have come to an end. That hatred blinding him, those cold eyes penetrating deep into his soul. Those lifeless eyes widening, the enemy looking ahead, feeling the life from him slowly draining away. That hand reaching forward, the vampire painfully looking on. An enemy this is, and no doubt this will be the end result. Cyra extending her hand, covering his mouth, stifling his crying. Raising Reviver to the neck of the leader, desperately thinking a few final words in his dying moment.

"I don't want to die..."

Electricity slowly building, the leader of the undead feeling each and every part of his being frying from the inside out. The crushing pressure sinking into his body, those pitiable eyes of the maiden upon him. Even now, her heart of softness extending, this punishment of lightness in comparison to the full weight of it all. Even if there is hatred inside of her heart, no doubt having her as a judge might be far better than the alternatives. A heart yearning to be free, doing all that it can to achieve its deepest desire. At the same time, also remaining soft. Those many emotions inside of her, perhaps they are not as frightening anymore, but more of who she is now.

"You should have never confronted me, perhaps in another life you may repent." Her voice echoing through him.

His screaming stifling from her hand, that fiend feeling his entire body burning away from the inside out. The glow from his eyes slowly fading away, the endless night evermore cold. That unsettling wind, the life in his eyes soon being no more, the angel releasing his body. That corpse falling to the ground, turning into dust, her eyes expressing some sorrow. Cyra calmly turning, the air becoming lighter, her vision resting towards the path ahead. That vampire looking away for a moment, knowing well that she has been taking it quite easy on her enemies. That heart despising battle, that one from so long ago wishing to put down their arms. No matter the turmoil, that young woman continuing on through the harshest of abyss. The devil descending from above, soon landing behind her.

"That was...brutal..." The vampire expressing a disheartening tone.

"The punishment was the lightest I can make it. That day as well, I also had some plans. Though, life would have it that these humans would interfere in such. Perhaps I was a bit too angry, but nonetheless I had a job to do." She holds her hand to her chest, slightly looking away.

"Huh...well note to self...don't disturb you on your day off..." He gestures his hands to her in disbelief.

"That might be for the best. Come along now, we have quite a way to go." She calmly agrees.

That day so long ago, those desires inside of the past. Hatred boiling at the core, despite it all, that entity trying her best. Despair clawing away at the soul, one wishing for at least a bit of rest. However so, conflict of eternity. Even if the morrow is a sorrowful one, that one from the deepest of abyss continuing to fight against the harsh tides. No matter the path she must take, that chance to finally put everything to a close coming closer. The vampire knowing this well, that she is someone who is knowing of the deepest of sorrow, one residing in a place far out of reach. Even so, there is someone that is willing to continuously try and reach her. The young woman walking onward, the devil holding his hands to his chest.

"Can we stop for snacks?" he questions in hope, following behind in excitement.

"What are you? Five?" she responds in disbelief, glancing back to him.

"Maybe..." A bit of childishness from him.

"You two must seriously be related." Sighing, her tone clearly of annoyance.

"Eh." The vampire shrugging.

These many emotions inside of me, my heart desperately trying to maintain its softness. Indescribable hatred rising from the depths of the abyss. A cursed race being no more, perhaps in another life they may repent. Even more, this vampire, there is something not right about him. Other than the usual defects he has within his head, I cannot put my finger quite on it yet, but in time I may be able to do just that...

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