Chapter 36: Chapter 11: Those Without Salvation(Part 3)

The wheel of fate turning, one continuously fighting against the inescapable conflict. A heart yearning to be free, forever holding true to itself. Blackness may be consuming it, but even at its core, that gentle hand extending forward. One within the deepest of abyss, sorrow evermore painful, agony incomparable. No matter the morrow, that will to oppose what is reasoning burning even stronger. A curse of an existence, that entity continuously breaking down barriers, slowly destroying the meaning of destiny. An eternity it may take, but certainly the fruits of their efforts are certainly coming into reality. The endless night growing stronger by the hour, resolve on trial every minute. Rest being an impossibility, such of no surprise to the young woman. A year, decade, century, millennia, it is hard to say how long these strifes has been going on. No matter so, the present no less at hand, those desires extending even harsher.

The deeper she is making her way into the night, the more questions that are plaguing her mind. Questions seeming to never have any clear answers, those many emotions inside of her. One that is an enemy, those many aiming to silence her life. Her birth being but a reprehensible occurrence, even more so than this, memories residing far inside of the past. The young woman wondering of the location of her old friend, even though it is becoming easier on her, it is far from anything pleasant. The deeper she is venturing into the relentless night, the more her past is creeping up on her. Fear inside of her, to remember those many sins.

Even so, the angel knowing well that she cannot flee from it. Even if her actions are damning, knowing of the sins of her past, this will certainly bring her some enlightenment. Agonizing it may be, that heart wishing to flee, but to also be free from the torment binding it. The young woman soon standing still within the seemingly endless swamp, looking to the velvet moon shining ever so brightly. Thinking back to the leader of the undead, that man trying to reach the gods so many years ago. The vampire looking upon her, well in awareness that the effects of battle is always harsh upon her. Despite being a calamity, her soft heart always winning out in the end.

"You okay?" he walks up to her side, looking upon her in concern.

Cyra closing her eyes for a moment, slowly inhaling and exhaling. Her eyes soon opening, the maiden calming for a bit. Those many emotions inside of her, sins weighing on her shoulders. No matter so, this drive to continue on. That will to keep resisting, even if she is an enemy. The young woman requiring the approval of none other than one, to keep going, to realize those desires far inside of her. Even if her heart is evermore in agony, there will certainly come a time when she can finally put down her arms for good. Looking towards the pathway ahead, the direction leading deeper and deeper into the swamp. A faint smile coming to her face, the vampire taking notice of such, his eyes evermore distant.

"It is strange, I feel an intense weight of sins pressing down on my very shoulders. Even so...it does not matter, I feel as if it is natural." She softly speaks, holding her hand to her chest.

That vampire distantly looking away from her, this much of expectance. The weight of her sins being quite heavy, the longer she is resisting, the worse it is becoming. Despite it all, that person continuing on, trying to make the nigh impossible a reality. Even if it is but a minuscule chance of success, that is enough to keep fighting. No matter how much she is despising such, one day these conflicts must come to an end. That hope for a brighter morrow, where those days of joy can be a possibility once again. It is mattering not whether the worlds are rejecting her existence, her decisions, so long as she can fulfill those desires, then it is well worth the effort.

"It is only natural, you should know this very well. The actions that are made, you are always head strong, always seeing things through to the end, no matter how painful it is." The vampire turning from her.

His words catching her attention, Cyra glancing in his direction, finding it strange that he is knowing quite a bit about her. A peculiar one this devil is, perhaps he may actually be someone of her past. The question that is remaining, is who his identity might actually be. Turning from him, placing her hand upon her waist, thinking about his response. Indeed she will continue on, no matter how painful it is. Sins feeling natural for her, even if it is heavy upon her, the young woman always seeing events through to the end. Head strong she is, those memories of the past may no longer be there, but it is mattering little. After all, those emotions guiding her even now.

"You know an awful lot about me, for someone I recently met that is." She glances back to him a bit suspiciously.

"Heh, I am just good at reading another person. Not a really useful skill, but one that doesn't get me killed." He shrugs.

"Heh, I suppose so." She agrees.

His response no doubt of avoidance, the angel figuring that he has his reasoning for concealing himself. Whoever he might be, perhaps at a later point she can properly repay him for his aid. A devil not really passable as one, but a more valuable companion. The vampire looking ahead, noticing a food stand. Now in all reality, a food stand in the middle of nowhere is a negative sign, but the childish nature in him just have to check it out. At the back of his mind, wondering if there might be a discount that he can take advantage of. Even more so than this, a small rest possibly cannot hurt. Unfortunately, his decision making skill is perhaps not the best out there.

"Say...what is...—"

Cyra looking back, the vampire being gone. Strange this is, one moment he has been there, the next he is gone. The young woman looking around the area, trying to pinpoint his location. In all reality, the night is no place to be separating from another, especially in a swamp. Enemies around every corner, horror lurking in the deepest of shadows. It is not long until she is seeing him over at a food stand not too far ahead. The young woman merely looking on, her vision of disbelief at this sight. In all reality, this is coming as little surprise. That vampire having the mentality of a child, perhaps she is feeling as if she must keep him safe. On the other hand, perhaps it might be better for him to learn from his mistakes.

"Hmm...oh! A double cheese burger, and a drink called... 'You have crossed into death itself...?' Whatever, that too." He smiles.

"You have got to be joking." Cyra slapping her forehead in disbelief.

"Of course, please come around back, your order will be ready." A succubus gesturing.

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Strange really, how the night can attract so many, questionability of a succubus running a food stand. A ploy no less in trapping her prey, this location of unusualness. The vampire brightly smiling, proud of the discount he has come across. This area of convenience for a rest, that devil walking around back, perhaps in some excitement. All the while, Cyra merely looking at her nails. The young woman figuring at this point, it is better for a good hard lesson to be in place. Strict she can be, but maybe a bit of an instinct inside of her. Allowing one in harming themselves, those learning carefulness for another time, this demon of similarity to someone she is knowing all too well.

"Wait a minute...this ain't a burger stand! Cccrrraaapp!!!"

An explosion sounding through, wood flying in every direction. The young woman seeing the vampire desperately flying towards her, the succubus pursuing him. That demoness wearing armor burning in malevolence, hair flowing long, eyes blood red. A scythe of massiveness in her hand, her vision locking onto the vampire. Diving behind Cyra, that demon peaking out, seeing the succubus floating from a distance. His heart rapidly pounding inside of his chest, the young woman looking back to the vampire. Harshness of a lesson, hoping for some sense in his head, if only a bit more. Awareness within the night, moves of falseness leading to one's demise.

"Have you learned your lesson now?" she questions.

"Yyeesss!!!" he cries.

The succubus sighing, nodding her head from left to right. A potential one right in her grasp, yet that one getting away so fast. A disappointment it is, but sometimes that is the hand life can give onto another. One cannot possibly win all of the time, this no less the rule of the night. Never thinking someone fleeing so quickly, strangeness in refusing her, something else potentially of the reasoning. Either way, a blemish on her record, but also one she must right in some way.

"Here I am, gonna show you such a wonderful time before draining your life force away." She shrugs.

Cyra recognizing the succubus Riza, a demoness that has some of the most peculiar methods to trap her prey, continuing on, never knowing when to stop. A Defiler of Souls she is, the young woman knowing this well. One managing to escape the angel years ago, a fortunate one she is. It is appearing that the night can have even the most unlikely of reunions. The succubus resting her vision upon Reviver, that staff slowly coming back to her realization. That Seraph from so long ago, the one nearly claiming her life. Uneasiness growing inside of her, of all the beings out in the worlds, the one person she does not wish to come across.

"You...!" she sternly scowls.

"It has been much too long Riza. This time, I can assure you, you will not escape." Cyra daringly declaring.

That tone, that posture, that confidence, it is the very same person, even if her form is no more. This fear gripping at the heart of the succubus, this familiar pressure crushing down upon her. Riza flying back a bit, taking caution to the opponent before her. Even if the angel is in a state of weakness, the demoness knowing well that the maiden is no foe to lightly take. A mistake so long ago nearly costing her everything, this indescribable emotion inside of the angel. A darkness that is beyond anything she can ever imagine, a power far above anything of the Nine Worlds. No angel being able to possess such a thing, Riza always questioning that encounter.

"Yeah...you two fight it out...I'm gonna go in a corner and think about my actions...well away from that psycho..." The vampire slowly backing away.

Perhaps the better decision to make in all honesty, the vampire knowing well when to take his winnings and go, there is no point in gambling when things are already this bad. Cyra glancing back, childishness of him, unamusing of her gaze. An impossibility in predicting this event, Riza residing in a swamp of all places. A most fortunate timing it is, that angel finally able in tying up a case of oldness. Even more so than this, the chances that she will be babysitting someone while trying to right the wrong that has been done. Infinite in mystery the night is, surprising occurrences around every corner.

"Oh, but vampire dear, we were gonna have so much fun." Riza holding her hand to her cheek a bit dreamily.

"You're insane!!!" he stresses.

Her expression changing to that of slight annoyance at him, something not of rightness with that vampire. Normally her charms working in an instant, unfortunately, this one of a special case. A blessing in some way the demoness is thinking, childish tendencies making it much harder in sealing the deal. Either way, this is of little concern, the real threat being the angel ahead of her. That Seraph who is possessing of power far beyond anything of rationality, even in that state of weakness, Riza feeling a mixture of emotions crushing down on her.

"Anyway, it is time to put an end to this madness." Cyra holding back Reviver, generating an electrical force.

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