Chapter 41: Chapter 12: A Somber Morrow(Conclusion)

A heart yearning to be free, a soul shackling down to the land. One from the deepest of abyss rising once more, emotions ascending to the surface. Hatred far inside, despite it all, that heart remaining soft. Sorrowful experiences it may be, but that is okay. That angel choosing her own way, one of familiarity in all actuality. One passing judgment within the past, underneath the orders of the gods. This feeling evermore in contradiction, those desires inside of her resisting what is reasoning. The deeper Cyra is making her way into the endless night, the more questions probing her mind. Her eyes reflecting that bleeding moon, an eternal nightmare of familiarity. That strife deep within her, the agony upon the world of the humans. The young woman feeling as if she has done so before, the body may forget, but the soul forever remembering. Standing in the wasteland, the angel looking up to the burning moon.

That object beautifully shining down on the land below, devils roaming free to their fullest potential underneath its guidance. High in the sky, Anya circling the area around Cyra, looking down at her in confusion. The princess resting her eyes on the vampire, seeing him walking up behind the young woman. Cyra holding her hand to her chest, feeling the malevolence burning from deep within her. These many emotions, hatred far inside of her. No matter so, that heart desperately trying to maintain its softness. Even if it is but a somber morrow, it is okay. That one from the deepest of abyss slowly returning, those many emotions making itself into reality once again.

"Why do I feel this...? Is it because I am an abomination...?" Cyra slightly biting her lower lip.

That question plaguing her mind, the young woman wondering if it is true. A curse of an existence, one damning the Nine Worlds so long ago. Memories no longer being there, but desires remaining throughout time. This unusual amount of power within her, even Riza making this clear. Horrifying it is, continuing on deeper and deeper into this endless night. Resolve far inside of the darkness, a secret in seclusion. Deep down, the young woman wondering of her reaction upon discovering the truth. Sins heavy upon her, that heart desperately fighting to maintain itself. No matter so, that resolve to continue on, even if it is of dreadfulness.

I must remember who I am...

The eternal night, a birthright it is appearing. Cruel it is really, one branding her as an enemy since birth. Those many aiming in claiming her life, the angel being uncertain on how long she has been fighting. Her day of birth in mind, but the days of her childhood of a mystery. Now that she is thinking about it, there are no memories of her parents. A life in torment, even without those memories, emptiness existing inside of her. One seeking an end to this turmoil, a fire burning deep inside of her, that will to oppose what is reasoning emerging with each passing hour.

Anya descending from the sky, landing in front of the maiden. The princess propping her head in confusion, squawking in concern. Looking upon her for a moment, soon glancing back to the vampire. That devil giving her a reassuring smile, well in awareness of the struggles deep within her. Agonizing it may be, not knowing about her past. Even so, no matter what is resting inside of it, that angel willing to face those dreadful emotions. Faintly smiling, Cyra placing her hand upon her waist. Looking into the velvet moon, confidence growing within her by the second.

"Hey, vampire." She softly utters.

"Yeah?" he props his arms behind his head.

Anya looking to the vampire, soon turning her attention towards the maiden in confusion. The princess wondering what is happening, why everything is appearing so dreadful all of a sudden. Emotions between two filling the night, blissful yet sorrowful it is. One continuously battling, despising every second of it. Desires far inside, one from so long ago slowly coming into reality. Infinite in emotions, hatred deep within, that smile no longer truly existing. A facade in place, that young woman continuing on, no matter how painful it maybe. Enemies may be around every corner, but that does not mean it is hopeless.

"Tell me one thing, did everyone despise me?" she questions in slight hesitance.

"No, not everyone. There are a few that would support you through the darkest of times, especially him." He folds his arms, looking into the velvet moon.

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"Heh...whatever becomes of this night...if I shall remember, then so be it. I believe I am ready to face up to the sins I have committed." Her smile of calmness, glancing back to him.

To keep smiling, even if there is no honesty behind it. That one willing to embrace those numerous sins, no matter how damning it may be. The vampire looking towards her, pausing for a moment, that breeze of gentleness hitting against them. His vision slightly trembling, hearing those words. That entity truly returning once more, a promise so long ago. Even if the morrow is but a somber one, that is okay. Infinite in conflict it may be, but that will to resist what is reasoning continuing on. That one final hope, but even more so than this, a chance to right the wrong so many years ago.

"Really...? Has that time really come at last...?" he desperately hopes.

Turning in the direction of the vampire, Cyra resting her vision upon his own. Those same eyes of confidence coming from her, that gaze piercing down his very soul. An old influence returning to reality once again, one facing the morrow ahead once more. No matter the pain that will come, this being her way forward. That one from the farthest of abyss engraving her image into the souls of countless, damning the Nine Worlds, all for her deepest desire. That wish sharing with another, to be able to return to the time she has been most happy. Even if it shall mean eternally becoming the enemy, those efforts aiming towards a single goal. Those many desires inside of her, one true wish residing at the depths of the abyss.

"Even if the worlds so shall damn me, then I accept that. No more hiding, when this conflict is over, I will remember." She confidently declares.

Anya listening on in much confusion, the princess barely understanding anything that is happening. Anya squawking at them, asking for clarification. The maiden glancing back to her, figuring it is best to at least inform her a bit on what is happening. Memories inside of the past, that one no longer fleeing, but facing it head on. A heart evermore soft, a resolve forever strong. Pain may come, but that is okay. That will to oppose what is reasoning, a true desire residing deep inside of the angel.

"Simply know, that I have some things to settle." Cyra informing her.

Anya propping her head, the princess feeling unable to fully understand what is happening. However, Anya having certainty that she has the base point of clarification in the least. Those emotions slowly coming free, that one from so long ago extending their hand in the game of chance that is life once more. Cyra turning in Anya's direction, the maiden passing her. That will of strength, her heart remaining soft. Even if her actions are unforgivable, then that is okay. The young woman requiring the approval of only one, those desires burning even stronger inside of her.

"Let us go, onward to the Royal Crypts." Cyra confidently commanding.

Confusing it is, but that is okay. Anya smiling, following along in excitement. That angel giving hope to others, even if there is none inside of her. An endless conflict, pain agonizing upon her. Despite it all, that drive to continue on, grabbing hold of the most minuscule of chances. The vampire standing there for a moment, admiring her. That same person so many years ago finally returning to the surface once more, a long dream it is seeming, a nightmare even. The devil soon following behind, awaiting the return of an old friend. To right the wrong so many years ago, to finally do what he has not been able to achieve.

I may not know what my past may hold, but even so...this malevolence burning deep within me, I shall accept it. No more hiding, it is time I face what I am. Old friend, wherever you are, I will find you, and these emotions shall be realized...