Chapter 44: Chapter 13: Selfish Aspirations(Part 2)

Sins forever staining the soul, one embracing their imperfections and selfish desires. Corruption may come, but this no less the price to pay. No matter the morrow, even if it is but a somber one, then it is okay. That will to resist forever taking hold, that one from the deepest of abyss slowly returning into reality, a heart trying to maintain its softness, hatred filling so far. Far in the valley, high in the sky, Anya scouring the area. One not capable in doing much, in awareness of her ability of flight. No matter how little, anything is better than nothing. To keep resisting, to continue on even if the morrow is but a depressing one. That chance to reclaim what is no more, resuming her marriage with Lance. That vampire following behind the maiden, his vision upon the surrounding area. The young woman calmly proceeding, emotions slowly boiling at the core.

"The Royal Crypts should be somewhere around here." The vampire looking around.

Coming so far, the direction of Riza guiding their path. Despite it all, the crypts remaining a mystery. Those of royalty going to extensive measure to protect the dead, bodies hiding inside of a labyrinth of a valley. From high in the sky, Anya noticing a path of unusualness. Memories returning to her, Lance taking her to the Royal Crypts so long ago. A peculiar one he has been, leading a young woman to a place where the dead is residing. No matter so, that experience coming in handy. Circling around the area, Anya loudly squawking. Cyra and the vampire turning their attention to the sky, witnessing the princess moving around a location of specificity.

"It appears that Anya found the Royal Crypts." Cyra calmly states.

After what is appearing like an eternity of searching, those finally making head weight. Everything slowly coming together, the severity of the conflict setting in by the moment. That body of the Harmonizer of the most importance, to prevent Hades from gaining such an edge. A war in anyone's hands, Reviver only giving the smallest chances of success. Even so, this being enough to continue on. That body holding infinite potential, one perhaps in comparison to the Iconoclast. A legend of the Nine Worlds, much like the Nine Winged Seraph. Two mighty entities of the past, both eternally leaving their image upon the worlds.

"It's about time, let's go before Richter shows himself." Relief expressing from the tone of the vampire.

"Indeed." That maiden agreeing.

The night coming closer towards its final moment, tension at a high. The weight of it all crushing down on the young woman, those eyes remaining calm. Even if hatred is so deep inside of her, she will embrace it. This no less the will in continuing onward, no matter the morrow ahead. Cyra and the vampire resting their vision upon Anya, witnessing the princess descending towards them. Anya hastily circling the maiden in excitement, that young woman faintly smiling. A handful this one is, but certainly a pleasant one to be around. Anya soon flying ahead, pointing in the direction of the Royal Crypts. Even if the night is indeed cruel, hope becoming much more possible. A minuscule chance it may be, but this no doubt enough in resisting what is reasoning.

"Well done, Anya. Though, stay sharp." Cyra softly smiling.

"Right!" she agrees.

Those three continuing onward, soon finding their way towards the entrance. Twin statues of the king on opposite ends, honoring the fallen. Old and decaying the surroundings are, but no doubt still holding up quite well. That vampire holding his index finger to his chin, his eyes of uncertainty on this whole situation. The demon knowing basic math, someone that is dead residing at a crypt. That young woman probably wishing to bury him there as well, his heart hastily racing inside of his chest. Cyra slightly glancing back to the demon in annoyance, that devil hiding behind her. Perhaps if he can be on her good side, all will work out well.

"Ya know, of all the places I'd ever think of going on a road-trip...this...this ain't one of them..." He uneasily states.

Holding the side of her head, that young woman in awareness that anything can be better than dealing with him. This experience in comparison to dealing with Valor, and all of his nonsense in one sitting. In all reality, while she is feeling great concern over her old friend, a rest away from such nonsense will have been of appreciation. No matter so, that angel trying to hold herself together. The night filling with the most unusual of lot, the pressure of the situation crushing down on her shoulders. This war intensifying by the moment, horror existing around every corner. Sorrowful it may be, but that is also revealing a way forward.

"You knew from the beginning we will come here." Her tone clearly in annoyance of him.

"I mean generally." He clarifies, shrugging.

Trying in ignoring his pointlessness, filler they may be for the current situation. On the other hand, it can simply be his paranoia and nothing more. Either how, his presence of a pleasureful one. No matter so, that young woman wishing for his full attention on the conflict at hand. An enemy nearby, a body that can very well determine the course of the war. Everything weighing down quite heavily, that one from the deepest abyss ascending once again. A heart remaining soft, endless emotions rising to the surface.

"Just get in." She sighs, pointing to the crypts, looking back at him.

Holding his hands to his chest much like a child, his expression of uncertainty. A dead person plus a crypt is a good way to kill two problems with one stone, this demon in awareness of that. Despite it all, he has been trying his best. His pleading gaze upon her, the many possibilities that are inside of that place. Perhaps even trying to trick him into a coffin or something, afterwards chaining it down, and cementing the floor with a seal upon it. Probably will not be the first Houdini escape nor the last in all reality, either way, that demon can do well without those stressful situations.

"You...won't leave me there...right...?" he uneasily verifies.

Aggravation coming over her, the young woman wondering if anyone will blame her for burying him in there. That vampire never letting up for even a moment, a child at heart he is. Innocence existing inside of the night, yet now is not a good time for such. Covering her face with her hand, slowly shaking her head from left to right. This one much more of a handful than Anya, the situation of stressfulness upon her. Even if there is only a moment of rest, she will much appreciate it. That one continuing on and on, always dealing with one problem after the next.

"I will leave you there if you continue to badger me..." She attempts to calmly speak.

Hearing those words, the vampire feeling much relief, a smile of brightness coming to his face. In the very least he will be making it out of this creepy place, a deal of greatness for the devil. The night truly a place of cruelty, however, a crypt of an even worse location. Coldness of the wind blowing through, unrest high in the air. Even if the smallest of moments can be pleasurable, then that is enough. That devil and his childish nature, frustrating yet comforting. No matter what is laying ahead in the endless night, so long as there can be some hope, then that is enough to resist.

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"Okay...deal..." He agrees.

A paranoid vampire he is, one possibly within every right. That demon constantly testing the patience of the angel, this opportunity coming along. To simply bury him, throwing away the key. Maybe a bit too cruel one can say, but no doubt some relief will finally come to the young woman. Cyra and Anya looking to each other, shrugging at the other. No matter so, this experience inside of the night eternally remaining within them. New memories forming, those pleasureful experiences leading the way towards a brighter morrow. Walking onward, the young woman guiding the way into the Royal Crypts.

Making their way far below, finding themselves on the deepest floor. From the top of the ceiling to the bottom of the crypts aligning with such luxury, fitting enough for the royal families that are no longer of this world. Treasures setting out around every coffin, portraits lining the walls, those famous Kings and Queens forever making themselves into history. Cyra entering the room, the vampire and Anya following behind her. Standing in an open space revealing the cunning knight, that smile of calmness upon them.

"Hm hm, you are a bit too late."

Tapping the coffin at his side, the process going much faster than the young woman has been expecting, her expression of sternness. Once again the night is shifting, even now, there might be no guarantee of recovering the body. Her capabilities still of limitation, these emotions inside of her still needing time. That former knight no doubt having the knowledge to traverse the valley, the angel carefully glancing around the room. Her vision soon returning to the former knight, the situation of grimness. No matter so, there is still a possibility in putting an ending to Hades desires here and now. The chances still quite favorable, despite this development.

"Richter..." A stern expression revealing upon the vampire's face.

Anya scraping her claw against the ground, that presence of the former knight building rage inside of her. That one causing so much pain, Lance transforming into a monster, meeting an end to the angel. Now herself in the form of a fiend as well, that princess loudly squawking at him. Fury from her eyes, Richter taking a moment, looking at the misfits before him. Certainly, out of his many years as a knight, an event such as this can even throw him for a loop. The night having the most unlikely of alliances, this bond leading the three down a brighter path. Even if the chances are slim, then that is all that will be of necessity. One from so long ago slowly returning, emotions stirring at the core, hatred making its way into reality once again.

"This is quite a setup you have going here angel. A vampire and a mutated princess, rumors have it that you ever only worked with one person." He mildly smiles.

His words catching her attention, this building hatred within her. A human prying into her life, a most unforgivable act. There is already so little that she can take solace in, this invasion stirring those emotions inside of her. Even so, the young woman knowing well that she cannot allow this former knight to shake her. Those in the field of battle willing in using anything at their disposal, victory of the most importance. Gripping Reviver in hand, standing upon her side, directing it at the foolish one ahead of her. The vampire glancing to the young woman, that darkness slowly emanating from her body. That angel holding a certain bond of closeness, this no doubt crossing the line, invading her life.

"I have no obligation to speak of my own life to another. Now then, relinquish the body!" Cyra commanding.

This tone and posture, one that is capable of striking fear into both enemies and allies alike. Attractiveness in it all, that former knight finding his tastes more on the adventurous side. For now however, Richter playing along for a bit. After all, this card residing in his hand. The night at an unrest, a human prying his way into her life, that body on the playing field. That darkness seeping from her body, those emotions flowing out by the moment. That one from so long ago coming closer, a will from times of yore surfacing once again.

"Of course, here you go..." He taps the coffin.

Raising it high, the three stepping forward, wondering of his plan. That former knight enjoying the moment, exhilarating it is. No matter so, his desires deep inside, to gain what he is wishing for. Hurling the coffin forward, the massive object slamming down at the center of the room. Suspicious this action is, Cyra walking ahead. That vampire keeping his eye on the former knight, Richter shrugging, simply allowing things to be. From the deepest of shadows, ravenous eyes trailing her.

Malevolence thickening in the area, Cyra ceasing her movements, glancing around, her vision much more serious. Anya growing uneasy, looking around, low sounds of discomfort escaping her mouth. That demon carefully trailing the movements inside of the shadows, Cyra turning, witnessing a massive beast rushing at her, darkness burning away at the ground beneath its feet. The vampire raising the hilt of his katana with his thumb, dashing in front of the angel. A wall of ice blocking the path of the Cerberus, a hound with three ferocious heads.

"Come now, do you really believe I would come here without a bit of a backup?" he chuckles.

This former knight holding his standing well, coming in with the aid of a monster. That one fighting in so many battles, knowing the ins and outs well at this moment. A foe that one will take caution towards, his smile of calmness. That wall of ice, the eyes of the young woman slightly trembling. The vampire calmly looking at the beast, skin of darkness, those blood red eyes glaring at the demon. That expression of the demon completely changing, an old instinct taking into effect. That wall of ice, the familiar energy of it, that angel of uncertainty in her reaction. Only one capable of using this level of magic, the precision in it all, her awareness to this point.

"That ability..." She carefully thinks.

This being a most interesting development, if not frustrating really. His research may have been on the angel, but this vampire having almost no information on him. In the tides of battle, there will come moments in which one cannot fully be in preparation. Some may call it a wheel of fate, where the end result is not in decision. No matter so, that will to continue on gripping at Richter, to see his desires through to the end. Positioning his arms in a thinking posture, the former knight considering the situation at hand. Even if it has not been to his awareness, there is certainly adjustments in the heat of battle.

"Go figure." The former knight sighing, slowly shaking his head from left to right.

Raising his hand to his mouth, positioning his fingers to his lips. Pursing his lips, Richter blowing on it. A whistle sounding, alerting the Cerberus, another trick no less. To reposition himself for a better chance at success, his years of experience. Cyra, the demon, and Anya watching the hound rushing to the coffin. Biting the handle, that beast dashing to the former knight, dropping the coffin on the ground. That sound of loudness echoing through the room, yet another play at hand. Richter grabbing the hound by its shoulder, mounting its back. Malevolence intensely burning from the Cerberus, those three heads loudly howling. Anya ascending into the air, flying around the mighty beast, the hound trailing her movements. Both menacingly growling at the other, that Elven rushing at the Cerberus in that moment, intensely clashing against the monster.

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