Chapter 37: Chapter 11: Those Without Salvation(Conclusion)

Once again confronting the Seraph, even in her state of weakness, her crimson eyes chillingly striking down the spine of the demoness. One passing judgment on those far below, one capable of shaking the resolve of those all around her. The Seraph, truly a formidable one, even if the despair is so deep inside of her, she will continue onward. One residing in the farthest of abyss, a will slowly returning into reality. To complete what one has not been able to do, that succubus finally being before her presence once again. Taking caution to the foe ahead, Riza raising her scythe to the offense. Malevolence shrouding the area, empowering the succubus. Darkness burning from her very body, expanding her wings, rushing at the maiden with intense speed. Those eyes of the young woman calm upon her foe, extending Reviver afar.

Riza striking down at Cyra, her scythe slicing through an afterimage. The demoness well in awareness of this ability, that angel using it on her so many years ago. Glancing to the sky, Cyra thrusting her staff in the direction of the demon. Divine lightning striking down, barraging the field below. Riza rushing away from the assault, flying around the many attacks, lightning ripping apart at the land all around them. Revealing her pure white feathery wings, locking onto the succubus. Cyra bursting through the air, pursuing the demoness. A mistake so long ago, that succubus escaping her day of judgment. Trailing the demoness, the succubus looking back, her vision of unease. The chilling breeze of the night, that crimson moon shining down upon the battlefield below. All the while, the vampire looking to the food stand, an idea coming to his mind.

The devil slowly sneaking towards it while the two women are settling their conflict. Those two mighty beings clashing throughout the air, shockwaves tearing through the area. Water from the swamp rising high, decaying trees falling to the ground. Riza slowly floating away, her vision resting on the young woman landing on the ground. Those eyes of the succubus trembling, her heart desperately racing. From the very beginning, the Seraph always having a deep darkness inside of her, a frightening power not belonging to an angel. Her eyes resting on the malevolence burning from the body of the maiden, uneasiness coming over the succubus. Fear clawing away at her depths, one from the deepest of shadows slowly surfacing.

"What kind of an angel are you...? Angels are not supposed to possess this much power..." She stammers a bit.

"Wish I can answer that myself..." Cyra distantly thinking.

Those words of the succubus ringing through Cyra, answers in which she is wishing to know herself. Those memories inside of her past, this mixture of emotions trying to break free. Hatred at her core, that soft heart desperately trying to maintain itself. Raising Rebellion to the air with her left hand, malevolence burning from her very body, transferring to that of her weapon. This pressure crushing down on her, Riza witnessing darkness concentrating into a devastating force. This development being new in comparison to her last encounter, the young woman unleashing even more of the despair inside of her. This will of one so long ago, that malevolence reflecting a heart desiring something deep inside. At that moment, the vampire walking out with several burgers and a drink, happily consuming one of the burgers.

"Now what is the progress of the battle....?" he looks ahead.

His vision resting upon the malevolence radiating from Rebellion, the area violently shaking. Those eyes of his evermore distant, feeling those emotions coming from Cyra. One willing to embrace their imperfections and selfish desires, even if it shall mean becoming corruption itself. These emotions, that will to oppose what is reasoning. That one slowly coming into the surface, the night influencing her rate of returning, that time coming at hand. It is difficult to say how much longer it will be, but certainly the will of one from times of yore will awaken once more. Swallowing the food, the devil expecting no less of the maiden, someone that is always pushing beyond, embracing the corruption inside of her.

"Yeah...that succubus is dead..." He blankly states.

Leaping high into the air, Cyra positioning herself in the direction of Riza. Cold sweat running down the side of the demoness' face, her heart rapidly racing. This concentration of her energy, devastating it is. Those crimson eyes of determination upon the succubus, that angel descending on the demoness. Crashing her weapon against Riza's own, Rebellion crying out, darkness wildly raging in each direction. That negativity forming a tornado, trapping those two in the eye of the storm. Both clashing with great intensity, the demoness riding along the many waves, Cyra crashing her blade into the weapon of the succubus, this devastating force shaking the body of the demoness. That malevolence all around colliding into Riza, her lungs crushing against her by the moment. That one from the deepest of shadows, power long hiding away inside of the abyss. Terrifying this is, Riza struggling to resist. Those two clashing at the bottom, the demoness pushing against the Seraph, Riza's body shaking by the moment.

The endless night truly a horrifying thing, bringing nightmares into reality. Fear building inside of the demoness, breaking away from the angel. Extending her scythe afar, scraping it against the ground. Those eyes of hers meeting the Seraph, both rushing at the other. The blade of the young woman extending afar, those crimson eyes locking onto her moment. Colliding their weapons once again, the young woman pressing onward. Those eyes of hers burning in determination, those endless emotions wildly raging. Riza looking deep inside of the eyes of the angel, her vision slightly widening, seeing someone in the deepest of shadows. Those cold crimson eyes piercing deep into her soul, her scythe cracking. This catching her attention, the angel striking through, shattering the weapon of the demoness. Cyra appearing on the other end, Riza looking on with trembling eyes, the pieces of her weapon falling to the ground.

Cyra turning, her blade approaching the demoness. Falling to her knees, the succubus shielding herself, closing her eyes in fear. Confusion soon coming over Riza, wondering why she is not feeling the blade of the maiden. The tornado subsiding, the area all around being in ruin. Riza slowly lowering her arms, opening her eyes. Her vision resting on the blade of the young woman, Cyra standing on her side, that blade directing at the demoness, tension evermore deep inside of the succubus. Her heart desperately pounding, tears forming inside of her eyes. Those crimson eyes growing softer, the young woman placing away Rebellion. This taking Riza in even more surprise, those eyes meeting with the other. That heart evermore soft, the angel having her mission almost in completion. Folding her arms, looking down at the succubus, her expression becoming slightly more stern.

"Oh come on! I came here to see someone die!" the vampire ranting.

The vampire soon calming, a sigh escaping his lips. In all reality, this outcome being quite in the realm of possibility. That angel finally having her chance to complete a job, yet here she is taking another route. In all reality, this much is of expectance. That heart evermore soft, always trying to find an alternative. One despising fighting, maintaining that heart of softness. Even if it is but a somber morrow, then it is okay. Either way, the vampire slightly looking down, a simple one he is one can say. The night may be a horrifying place to be, but certainly it is not without innocence. That demon always finding the brighter side of things, no matter how small.

"I may have gotten a bit too excited by this..." He shrugs.

Cyra ignoring the vampire, keeping her attention on Riza. No doubt this demoness will flee again if she is not careful, years upon years searching for this one. Now being the chance to end the conflict with her, that young woman doing so in her own way. Confusion expressing from the succubus, her heart desperately wishing to scream out. An intense weight upon her shoulder, those tears inside of her eyes. Cyra merely standing there, engraving her image inside of the soul of the demoness. A lesson she will never forget, to know what will come of her. That angel soon breaking her silence, placing her hand upon her waist.

"Have you learned your lesson now, Riza?" Cyra questions a bit strictly.

Hearing those words, delight expressing from the succubus, tears flowing from her eyes. A mixture of emotions taking hold of her, even after so much, the Seraph turning a blind eye. Rita quivering, never believing the maiden of all beings out there will be generous. Infinite in mystery the night is, the most unlikely of kindness can come about. This fear deep inside of her, her arms and legs shaking. Emotions overflowing within her, that one from the deepest of abyss. That horror, it has been like looking at an entirely different person. Her heart rate accelerating, the succubus crying out.

"Ye—yyeesss!!!" she wails.

"Good, no more mischief now." Cyra faintly smiling.

Kneeling to the succubus, the angel placing a gentle hand upon her head. After all of that trouble, this person behaving like a child. Embracing the angel, crying out. Perhaps too kind the young woman is being, especially after all that Riza has done. No matter so, everyone is with their faults. The angel knowing well that her sins are far outweighing whatever this demoness can do. Even so, she can always do more alive than dead. After sometime, the young woman standing from the ground. The vampire walking up to the two women, wondering more along the lines of what is happening. Clearly he is unable to follow what is going on here, for certain someone should not be moving at this current time. Even he is well aware of how battles work in the least, then again, he has been busy filling his appetite to pay attention much.

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"So...no one is dying?" he verifies.

"Hey! You stole my food!" Riza yelling, standing up.

"I am owed this!" the vampire stressing.

Cyra holding the side of her head in agony, a sigh escaping her lips. In all honesty, perhaps the solitude of the night is something she is missing. Those two being like children, frustrating it is, that blissfulness before meeting either of them inside of this night. For certain, she has been able to keep her mind clear and steady enough. Even with those many emotions inside of her, it has been more bearable. Despite it all, the young woman cannot deny that such encounters has been pleasurable in a way. That vampire no doubt being in equivalence to her old friend, one is bad enough, but two is overkill.

"Riza, we will call it even, simply tell me the path to the Royal Crypts." Cyra folding her arms.

A peculiar one she is, strict yet kind. Perhaps more like an older sister Riza is thinking. Her punishment being painful, her glare evermore menacing, yet her actions so gentle. A most unlikely ending to their encounter, but one in which the succubus is most appreciative of. Riza turning towards Cyra, this much being the least she can do. The angel not being so bad, if anything, perhaps a more closer bond forming between the two. Even so, that image inside of the eyes of the young woman. That one resting in the deepest of abyss, frightening it is even thinking about it. Deep down, the demoness wondering who or what the maiden really is.

"Oh you're no fun at all...! Jeez, fine, you can find it towards the east of here." She shrugs.

"Very well, you have my thanks, you may leave now." Cyra positioning her arms in a thinking posture.

Despite the front the angel is showing, that soft heart always being of recognition. The demoness feeling that pain coming from the malevolence of the young woman, even through this, that person still extending a hand. Her pain, sorrow, anguish, every step of the way, that one resisting what is reasoning. The young woman having her task of executing the demoness, yet choosing to give another chance. Those actions meaning very much to the succubus, her heart feeling more free. Riza turning her attention to the vampire, the devil blankly looking towards her. Now he is well in awareness of how slow he can be, that look in her eyes clearly being mayday signals exploding randomly inside of his mind. Is it a good idea to run? Maybe? That much anyone can gather at this moment.

"You know, if you want, you can come along with me." She winks at him.

"HELL NO!!!" he quickly dives behind Cyra.

Cyra glancing back to the vampire in disbelief, that one hiding behind her as if she is his guardian. Childish he is, perhaps this innocence making her overlook those faults inside of him. All the while the vampire knowing that the maiden is well enough a good shield against that psychopath. Riza merely sighing, the demoness continuing to wonder how her charms are no good against that vampire. Either way, this is meaning little at the moment. That succubus turning her attention to Cyra, her vision gentle upon her.

"Until another time, Cyra." Riza smiling, flying away from the scene, waving her off.

The maiden looking on, watching Riza flying away. A peculiar one the succubus is, but someone not worthy of the penalty of death. That demoness breaking down like a child, those methods being quite harsh. Even so, the young woman knowing well that Riza will be making much better choices now. No matter the passing time, that heart remaining true to itself. Even if it is one step at a time, at least she can remember a blissful feeling ever so far inside of her. Memories may be of the past, but that is okay. That will burning evermore strong, that one returning from the deepest abyss. Cyra turning towards the vampire, her expression slightly of annoyance at him.

"So let me get this straight, you raided her shop while we were battling it out." Cyra placing her hand upon her waist.

Looking away for a moment, the vampire deeply thinking on how to get himself out of this situation, perhaps going with the succubus might have been a good idea. That young woman striking fear down to his very core, either way, there is really not much he can do now. However, something might be of a way to get him out of his dilemma. The vampire looking to the burger in his hand, putting his playing hand on the field. This may very well be an unlikely play, but certainly the situation is lining up for at least a chance.

"Burger...?" he uneasily smiles, raising it to her.

This response evermore unsurprising, the young woman already knowing the vampire will be trying anything to calm the situation. Nodding her head in disbelief, the maiden taking the burger. A clown really, and a familiar one at that. Pleasureful it is, that demon always finding a way to make the night a bit less demanding. Cyra turning away, heading deeper into the night, the vampire quickly following behind her. A mysterious night it has been, one allowing the succubus a chance to right her wrongs. That heart remaining evermore soft, a certain one from the deepest of abyss coming about, that will to oppose what is reasoning burning even brighter. Emotions deep inside, those many feelings slowly becoming more bearable.

Certainly Riza has not been of expectance this night. Despite her front, she will break down like a child. Perhaps I have been too easy on her, but I know she can do much better. Still...what she said was true, angels do not possess this much power...so what exactly am I...? What am I not remembering...?