Chapter 45: Chapter 13: Selfish Aspirations(Part 3)

That princess and the mighty hound rushing around the other, their claws colliding into one another. Anya flying high, her vision trailing the beast below, those eyes of hers deeply of anger. Those unforgivable actions, causing so much strife. Descending once more, that Elven crashing her talon against the hound's own. All the while, Cyra turning her attention to the vampire, her expression of suspiciousness. That ability, the chilling air around them, this demon coming out of nowhere. Everything appearing far too convenient, those inconsistencies driving her way forward. The night holding infinite mysteries inside of it, but in this particular instance, there might be something or someone else altogether.

"You, vampire, what are you not telling me?" Cyra questions, slightly scowling.

His abilities risking his identity, this much he has been in awareness of. No matter so, the situation calling for intervention. The night drawing closer towards its end, that one from so long ago returning to the surface. The demon needing more time, to be able to have an all too familiar one rising once again. Even if the morrow ahead is but a somber one, there is always hope with that possibility. Turning his attention to the Cerberus, trying to push off the event from before, well in awareness that Cyra has always been a sharp one.

"I doubt this is the time. For now, we should help our new friend, before saving her is for naught." He gestures his head a bit to the right.

Folding her arms, in awareness of the vampire continuously secluding his identity from her. A demon of averageness with such abilities, a possibility no less, but unlikeliness in it all. A technique not of an ordinary one, her numerous experiences witnessing it. Despite it so, this no less but a speculation, even the most unlikely might simply be suspicious and not the actual person at hand. Agonizing it is, coming closer to an answer, yet the situation not aligning correctly. A battle at hand, necessity in focusing their efforts on such, that young woman in awareness this.

"I suppose so." She slightly looks away.

Anya circling around the massive hound high above, soon descending upon it, revealing her fearsome talons. That princess clashing against the claw of the beast, quickly retreating to the air. Richter growing impatient, that Elven surrounding the Cerberus with blades of wind. The sharpness of it all slicing away at the hound, darkness increasing in pressure. That beast glaring at the princess, scraping its claw against the ground. A development not to Richter's calculation yet again, to think this princess can put up a fight. Those desires inside of him, that former knight so close, his will burning even stronger.

"End her!" Richter commanding.

Loudly roaring, that Cerberus stomping down on the ground. Malevolence burning away at the area around it, that hound lunging at Anya, its mighty fangs in view. Rushing in, Rebellion extending far, Cyra swiftly launching an uppercut, shredding apart the surrounding area. Experiencing the crushing blow of the attack, the Cerberus flying into the air. Standing there, her vision resting upon the falling beast, smoke slowly clearing. That hound hitting against the ground, Anya slowly circling the area from above. Calm the young woman's eyes are upon it, proudly aiming her blade forward with her right hand. Richter's vision meeting with the glare of the maiden, those eyes from so long ago. That will slowly returning to the surface, emotions of deepness inside of her.

"Argh...! Forget about the smaller one! Focus on her!" Richter commanding, frustration greatly extending from him.

A smile of brightness coming to Anya's face, the princess descending behind the angel, joyfully squawking. That Cerberus slowly rising to its feet, shaking away the attack. Spreading its stance, darkness burning even brighter from its body. This pressure crushing down on the area, the vampire slightly pulling away, blocking out the intensity of it all. Anya angrily growling, scraping her claw against the ground. A chill running down the spine of the maiden, vampire, and Anya. Monsters inside of the night, potential far more than of natural expectance.

Cyra walking forward a bit, standing upon her side. That young woman directing her blade at the beast with her right hand, her eyes fixating on the enemy ahead. To think such a beast can be in existence in this world, the night truly bringing madness upon all those gazing upon it. Glancing back to her comrades, their vision on her. Those eyes of confidence resting upon them, that one from the abyss returning once more. It is difficult to say exactly when they will truly surface, that vampire certainly feeling their approach with each passing hour.

"Anya, worthless vampire—"

Words of harshness inside of the night, one having her own way in going forward. Coldness yet softness within her tone, that devil believing he has been of some use. Her nature never changing, encrypting her message is. That one from so long ago, pain every step of the way. One incapable of properly expressing herself, years upon years of turmoil. Despite it all, this might be a bit overkill, that demon knowing well that he has been getting on her nerves, but that is the fun of a road-trip. Covering his face with his hand, gesturing it afar, looking upon her in disbelief.

"—stay back." Cyra commanding.

Clenching his hands in and out, the vampire trying to hold in his frustration. That devil constantly reminding himself that she has a lot of issues to workout, far more than the average person. Those numerous years branding itself upon her soul, a heart wishing to be free, a soul shackling down to the land. These endless emotions inside of her, dreadful yet encouraging one can say. No matter the sorrow ahead, that will to oppose constantly taking hold. Despite understanding her situation well, it is hardly doing any good one can even say.

"You're some piece of work...a thank you doesn't kill anyone!" he stresses.

"Silence." Her voice mild upon him.

Her words sharp as knives, but having her own intention behind it. That one from so long ago returning, wishing to keep the conflict on herself. Perhaps her own existence may be of an eternal conflict, but those around her can at least be away from the fire. Even if the turmoil is great, then that is okay. One that is always alone, surviving the endless tides of conflict. That smile from those distant days being no more than a memory, her desires growing even stronger. A sigh escaping him, that vampire hanging himself in defeat. There is little to no point in arguing with her, the devil knowing this well. At the same time, that demon in awareness of the messaging behind her words.

"We have naught the time for petty squabbles." Cyra calmly looking ahead.

Richter directing his hand onward, the beast rushing at the maiden, illusions resting in its steps. That hound revealing fangs hiding deep in its jaws, the angel slightly moving to her right, that fiend rushing past her. Turning towards it, the hound appearing before her, those acidic fangs approaching her by the moment. Extending Rebellion, lunging forward, intercepting the strike. Firmly holding a steady stance, pushing it back with her blade, witnessing acid burning the ground below. Richter positioning a bow, glaring down at the maiden, their eyes meeting with the other. The former knight pulling back the string of the weapon, aiming an arrow at her skull, Cyra slowly reaching for Reviver with her offhand.

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"Try and block this!" Richter's voice echoing through the room.

Releasing the arrow, her vision of determination. Swiftly thrusting Reviver in the direction, deflecting the attack. The arrow flying afar, staking into the ground. Surprising this is, her reaction time taking Richter off-guard. A truly formidable one the angel is, even in her state of weakness. Those crimson eyes reflecting that of the late king, this unnerving the former knight. Cyra pressing her blade firmly forward, overwhelming the strength of the Cerberus.

Slowly pushing back the monster, Richter struggling to hold the beast steady, cold sweat running down the side of his face. Her senses immensely heightening, releasing her hold on the situation. That hound approaching her with its mighty fangs, those ravenous eyes upon her. Extending Rebellion, swiftly launching a downward strike, the surrounding area breaking apart, the impact devastatingly colliding into the monster. That immense force toppling the beast to the ground, Anya joyously squawking, cheering Cyra on. That vampire folding his arms much like a child, looking away from the scene.

"I can do that too..." The vampire pouting.

Cyra holding the side of her head a bit in frustration, glancing back to the vampire. His behavior in comparison to a child, and one of most familiarity. No matter so, due to his state of mentality, the young woman trying her best to maintain her composure. A pleasureful one he can be, but also the timing not being of the best. That devil wishing in doing more, his body not in a condition of passableness.

"Are you serious?" Cyra questions in disbelief.

Shrugging at her, smiling at the young woman, an agonizing sigh escaping the angel. Richter slowly climbing off the Cerberus, rising to his feet. That former knight taking a moment, catching his breath, this battle shifting for the worse by the moment. No matter how well of a knight he has once been, even he cannot foresee all of the answers. Even so, closeness in obtaining what he is wishing for most, that deepest desire burning even brighter. Cyra turning her attention back to Richter, that former knight extending his blade. The Cerberus struggling to its feet, gathering its breath.

"I must admit..something such as this, not even I can foresee—"

Hanging his head in frustration, biting his lower lip. This slight miscalculation no more than his own error, an angel of an even deadlier threat. That one from the deepest of shadows slowly rising to the surface, an immeasurable power returning into reality. A heart of softness, yet desires endlessly flowing inside of her. Forcing onward, that faintest of light guiding her path. Hatred at her depths, yet gentleness as well. Richter's fists shaking in frustration, one so close, his heart refusing in giving in.

"—still...—!"

Desperate the situation is appearing, no matter so, there is still a battle that has yet to be in decision. The former knight shaking away those feelings of doubt, looking to the maiden with eyes burning in determination. Even if this has been an error, it is not hopeless. Those desires inside of him, to have those times so long ago once again. A heart in bondage, a soul shackling to the land. No matter how reprehensible his actions are, he will continue on. Cyra feeling these many emotions coming from him, understanding his resolve.

"—This entire kingdom shall burn for what they stole from me!" he yells.

Malevolence burning from Richter's body, Cyra feeling this intense hatred extending from him. Those countless emotions, that angel witnessing the pain residing deep inside of his heart. That former knight doing all that he can to reclaim what has been lost, to punish those responsible for his sorrow. Perhaps no different from her in all reality, memories within those distant days, most that she cannot remember. Even so, those feelings still guiding her now. Taking a step back, extending her blade towards him, her sorrowful vision upon his own.

"All of this...simply because of a poor decision..." The vampire distantly thinking, folding his arms.

"I understand your pain Richter. Even so, it leaves no excuse." Cyra softly states.

Her words striking deep, speaking true one can say. No matter of his reasoning, this is still a sin of greatness, an excuse it is not. Turmoil upon the world of the humans, despair around every corner. Even so, he will continue onward. To be able to reach his deepest wish, to finally be able to truly smile once again. Selfish his goal may be, but everyone also having their own desires. That angel in awareness of this path, those numerous sins that one can make. Those countless years, many memories eluding her, yet infinite sins crushing down upon her. Those many decisions leading to catastrophic repercussions, however, that does not leave any excuses. Darkness burning from the body of the young woman, meeting his determination in kind.

"Is that so? Well then, I accept what is to come at the end of this..." Richter distantly responds.

Anya and the vampire looking on, seeing Cyra and Richter rushing at the other. Malevolence brightly burning from both of them, their weapons clashing with great intensity. Richter lunging at her greatly in precision, aiming a horizontal assault at her ribs. Slightly pulling away, intercepting the attack. That former knight pushing against her, their daring eyes upon the other, both having an understanding at the base. Sins of heaviness upon them, even so, everyone having their own desires. Dreadful it may be, but this is the will to oppose what is reasoning. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, that will to continue on burning even brighter.

"Richter, there is no need to go this far, you can still turn back..." Cyra mildly speaks.

"You as well should know...there is no going back after a certain point..." Richter sorrowfully responds.

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