Chapter 46: Chapter 13: Selfish Aspirations(Part 4)

His words speaking true, one going so far, a heart yearning to be free of the shackles binding it. A soul in bondage, desires of deepness, emotions rising from the depths. No matter so, unlike herself who is so far gone, this former knight still able in having that chance. Those going to the depths of oblivion, all to have their deepest wish reaching reality. Selfish it may be, but that is okay. In the end, everyone having their own desires. Cyra releasing her hold on the situation, Richter falling forward in shock. Hastily catching his footing, turning in her direction. That young woman grabbing his arm in that moment, rendering her elbow into his jaw.

"Gyah...!" stepping back, blood streaming down his mouth.

His vision on the angel, her eyes of strictness upon the former knight. That heart maintaining what it is at the core, even if the chances are minuscule at best, there is always a way. No one in their right mind willingly chooses such a path, this life leading to nothing but endless despair. Even if her own soul is to eternally be in conflict, then that is fine. This of a decision from so long ago, but this does not mean others cannot have the chance to turn back. That Cerberus shaking itself, finally ready for battle once more. Loudly howling, the surrounding land breaking apart. Malevolence burning even brighter from it, stomping on the ground, spikes erupting from far below, the assault rushing towards the maiden.

"Anya! To the air!" the vampire warning.

Urgently squawking, ascending high above. That vampire following along, narrowly avoiding the assault. Those spikes rushing far into the air, splitting off in many directions, those eyes of the vampire in unease. The longer the night is continuing on, the more powerful these monsters are growing. Every step of the way, the situation becoming worse. That one from so long ago of necessity on the battlefield, even if the outcome may be catastrophic, this of the best solution. Even if it is but a somber morrow, an end of betterment than the alternative.

"This is really heating up..." He frowns, looking upon the battlefield tearing away.

Spikes racing around, surrounding the young woman. Her vision upon the approaching assaults, wings of purity revealing. That young woman ascending into the air, narrowly evading the attacks. Those proud and pure wings illuminating the area in its gentle light, feathers falling to the land below. That Cerberus angrily growling, fear growing deep inside of it. Richter stepping away, gazing upon the maiden, feeling his stomach churning, that battle raging on much longer than he can ever imagine. Standing there, aiming his blade at the young woman, his unwavering eyes. Those desires inside of him reaching even further, to be able to see his goal through to the end.

"I am aware you can do much worse, so what is holding your hand?" Richter questions in uncertainty.

Her vision resting upon the foolish human and the hound below her, his words of his own ignorance. That entity proudly floating so high, her heart trying to see another solution towards the end. No matter so, his sins becoming worse. That one from the deepest of shadows slowly making their way into reality, that malevolence burning from her body. Years upon years of turmoil, meeting infinite amount of lives. Those many following a guidance from those distant days, creating the one thing they loathe most. Emotions rising to the peak, an image eternally engraving in the souls of countless. One willing to take on the hatred of the worlds, for that slight chance of a brighter morrow.

"No one chooses this life willingly Richter, what you invite is an eternity of conflict. Not only upon yourself, but others as well." She calmly responds.

Her words resonating with him, indeed she is speaking the truth. No one willingly choosing this path, no matter so, his decision from the beginning. Even if there is an eternity of conflict, then that is okay. So long as those times can become a reality once more, it is well worth the price. Desires so strong, sins staining the soul. Selfish it may be, but this is simply what it is meaning to resist what is reasoning. Endless in conflict, battles forever raging, but a small chance in grasping the nigh impossible. Dreadful it may be, but this no less his path in going forward, to be able to achieve what is far inside of him.

"I am aware...no matter so, I will have those times again..." He distantly states.

That human reflecting the one so high, reaching his hand out in this game of chance that is life. Even if it shall mean an eternal conflict, that young woman understanding those emotions well. Even so, having one last idea in reaching him. The Cerberus moving forward, leaving afterimages within its steps, those eyes locking onto the maiden proudly floating within the air. That hound vanishing, leaving behind a trail of miasma, soon appearing behind her. Cyra calmly floating there, feeling it quickly approaching, its fangs proceeding for a fatal bite to her head. Glancing back, extending Rebellion, her eyes of coldness. Turning in the direction, swiftly connecting her blade to a neck. Severing a head of the hound, a painful howl escaping the beast, that fiend falling to the ground.

Blood pouring out of the wound, Richter's vision of unease. That vampire well in awareness of her personality, those abilities hiding away deep inside of her. The longer she is fighting, the stronger she will become, one eternally living on the battlefield. Cyra slowly descending, landing below. Dispersing her wings, those feathers falling to the ground. That young woman observing the wound of the beast, that fiend struggling in pain. Cyra turning her attention to Richter, the former knight rushing at her. Richter closing in with his blade, striking at her with a flurry of assaults. Her vision nearing, witnessing her opening. Standing upon her side, slightly lowering her stance, thrusting Reviver forward. That devastating stab pushing back the defense of the former knight, Richter skidding back, shaking off the impact of the assault.

"Even if you are a god, I have come too far!" he lunges at her.

"Richter you fool!" she rushes at him.

Those two approaching the other, their heart rates desperately racing. That blade of the former knight approaching her eye, stopping right in front of it. Devastation coming to Richter, slowly looking down. That former knight witnessing the blade of the young woman impaling through his chest, those eyes of his trembling. That steel of coldness within him, slowly looking ahead, his vision resting upon her own. A goddess of death she is, perhaps this much is of expectance. One also having the ability to command the dead, yet choosing this path. Contradicting it is, but such of reality. There are those who will continue on, following what is before them. On the other hand, there are those who will seek the path that is much less blissful.

"Valkyrie..." His eyes evermore sorrowful.

That malevolence from her meeting his own, the young woman slowly removing her blade. That knight falling forward, catching him within her arms. Those sorrowful eyes of hers, wishing there has been another way. Descending to her knees, laying him on the ground, blood pouring out of his wound, Richter struggling to hold onto his breath. Those many sins, those desires driving his way onward. Everything slowly slipping away, despite it all, that former knight merely another victim of a chain reaction.

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"S—Sorry..."

Weakly raising his hand, Cyra taking hold of his own. Slightly hanging her head low, biting her lower lip. Yet another one soon to be gone, her hatred for the battlefield growing even more. Anya and the vampire descending by his side, the former knight looking to them with gentle eyes. Funny really, how the enemies of his are kind enough to at least witness his demise. If anything, at least he will not die like an animal. It is strange really, those numerous years of sorrow, loneliness. Now all of a sudden, there are so many willing to be there.

"Anya...I guess you get the last laugh huh..." He weakly smiles.

Cyra slightly looking away, even someone like Richter is deserving of his final words. Even if his actions are reprehensible, this result no doubt going too far. Those years of agony, loneliness clawing away at him. Serving underneath a kingdom holding responsibility for his despair, a chance finally coming about, for him to have what he is wishing for most. This feeling of familiarity within her, reasoning inside of his actions. That former knight reaching for the nigh impossible, his dreams of closeness.

"Richter...why...?" Anya sorrowfully propping her head in confusion.

A question most of expectance, those many sins weighing on his shoulders. That former knight looking to the ceiling, slowly blinking. Those countless emotions within him, the pain deep inside of his chest. Tears coming to his eyes, thinking back to the screaming of his family. That time of such pleasure, laughter in those days. Now everything being gone, his own existence but a stain in such a kingdom. Nothing ever getting better, constantly knowing who has been responsible for such. That hatred building over the numerous years, a chance finally coming to right the wrong of the past.

"Ho—How would you feel...knowing that your entire family was slaughtered by the king you serve?"

"An incomprehensible agony...I have a decent idea..." The vampire depressingly looking away.

Resting their vision on the dying man, slowly understanding his reasoning. Actions guiding the way, neither right nor wrong. Conflict birthing conflict, hatred breeding hatred. Sorrow spreading sorrow, this much is remaining true. No matter how much this is clashing within Richter, no matter how ill this may seem, one must pave their path forward with which they believe in. Sins of deepness, agony incomparable, a heart wishing to return to the time of most pleasure. To punish the ones responsible for his despair, a simple but powerful resolve.

"Yeah...Valkyrie, I know you understand this feeling..." He weakly looks at the maiden.

That young woman looking down at the former knight, their vision meeting with the other. Those words she cannot deny, emotions evermore within her. Memories in the past eluding her, yet the feeling remaining strong. One from the darkness so deep inside, hatred growing stronger. To return to the time she has been most happy, those emotions transcending through time. Even if she is an enemy, that is okay. No matter the morrow ahead, even if the chance is minuscule at best, that is enough to continue on. That will to oppose what is reasoning, a heart of softness.

"Indeed I do."

One taking on the hatred of the Nine Worlds, all to achieve those desires deep inside of her. Despite it all, that heart trying to reach out to as many as it can. An enemy she may be, but that unifying force of necessity. Even if the conflict is eternal, that person slowly reaching out, her desires extending to many. Standing from the ground, looking upon Reviver. The weapon shining a warm comforting light, accepting her decision. Those eyes of the young woman meeting with Richter, directing her staff at him. That light growing warmer, his vision blurring by the moment. That pain inside of him slowly going away, blissful one can say. Perhaps in another life things can go differently, but definitely not this one. Even so, no matter where the future is leading, those desires residing in the hands of another.

"May your soul finally know rest, leave the rest to me." Her voice gentle upon him.

"Heh..."

It is feeling nice, to finally know a moment's rest, even in death. That former knight wondering if redemption is even a possibility, perhaps that is hoping for far too much. No matter so, Cyra having an entirely different idea in mind. Reprehensible his actions may have been, but his heart always doing what it has been believing to be right. That white light brightly shining, Anya and the vampire gazing upon it. That princess evermore curious, the vampire faintly smiling. A pure white orb revealing out of the darkness, floating in front of the angel. Grasping the energy in her hands, Cyra looking upon the former knight, that warm light slowly subsiding.

"You may be full of imperfections Richter, but your soul can definitely be redeemed, I welcome you." She softly speaks.

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