Chapter 47: Chapter 13: Selfish Aspirations(Conclusion)

That white orb floating towards her body, vanishing deep inside of the young woman. It may be a very long time, but certainly one day, Richter will be able to return to the world of the living. Until then, she will give him guidance. Anya slightly propping her head, wondering of the event at hand, that orb disappearing inside of the maiden. Numerous questions lingering inside of the night, but at the time, answers cannot be of possibility. That vampire knowing well that Cyra is committing yet another sin of greatness, no matter so, that heart doing what she is believing is the right path. Turning in the direction of the Cerberus, that demon witnessing it rising to its feet. That hound angrily growling at the young woman, soon loudly roaring, a massive shockwave ripping through the area. That vampire and Anya blocking out the intensity of the assault, this hatred deep inside of the monster.

"Ugh...Cyra, you need to make haste..." The vampire warning.

Facing in the direction of the beast, witnessing a void of negativity slowly surrounding the Cerberus. That malevolence tearing away at the fiend, those many emotions coming from the monster. Despair, sorrow, hatred ripping away at the hound. That one ahead of it, the angel taking the life of Richter. Closing her eyes, accepting all that is to come. That one from the past returning more with each passing hour, their resolve slowly making its way back into reality. A heart in bondage, a soul shackling to the land. Despite it all, this no less her way in going forward. Even if there is only a bit she can do, that will be enough. That young woman embracing what she is, one traveling alone in the deepest of abyss.

"Hatred for me huh, I accept it..." She calmly states.

Those pure white feathery wings revealing from her once again, that mesmerizing light shining through. That young woman ascending just above the ground, opening her eyes, calmly gazing upon the beast. Even if the chances are not of the greatest, that hound wishing to free the former knight. Rushing at her with speed of greatness, the angel witnessing it approaching her, those mighty fangs revealing. Extending her blade afar, her vision meeting with its own, that monster closing in. Those fangs nearing her, swiftly striking, that blade meeting the neck of another head, severing it from its body. Howling deeply in pain, falling back on the ground. Cyra ascending even higher into the air, those wings expanding far and wide, her vision resting on the suffering monster. Her heart still wishing to do one last thing, that fiend appearing within an inch of its life. That angel extending her blade, her expression much more gentle.

"Farewell..." Her voice softly resonating through the monster.

Malevolence brightly burning from her body, that maiden transferring the negativity towards her blade. Rebellion crying out, that darkness rushing in every direction. Those eyes of the angel setting upon her target, that monster desperately trying to resist. Everything slowly coming to an end, that will of one so long ago returning into reality. Even if it is but a somber morrow, it does not mean one has to play along with the hands of fate. That will to resist what is reasoning, that heart yearning to be free, a soul wishing to bask in the wind.

"May you repent in another life."

Descending upon the monster, sweeping it off of the ground. The surrounding area breaking apart, rubble flying everywhere, the Cerberus propelling high into the air. Flying around the area, barraging the beast with a flurry of assaults within each direction, lances of malevolence formulating from the deepest of darkness. Those weapons closing in one after the next, impaling the monster from every angle. Rebounding from afar, continuing her assault, shockwaves tearing through the area with each attack. Cyra appearing high above the beast, taking aim with her blade. Her eyes locking onto her target, that angel hurling her sword at the monster, the weapon colliding into the skull of the beast, that force crashing the hound into the land. Darkness compressing within her sword, soon violently exploding, massive objects wildly flying in each direction. That vampire and Anya blocking out the intensity of the assault, uneasily looking onward.

"I should seriously consider getting her anger management classes..." The vampire thinking.

Cyra slowly descending from above, feathers of purity raining down, illuminating the land. Walking in the direction of her blade, a dark floating orb of energy resting above the weapon. That maiden standing in front of her weapon, extending her hands, grasping the orb within her palms. Those eyes of hers gently looking at the energy, well in awareness that Richter has a very close bond with this animal. It may be an abomination, but certainly its actions does not warrant complete annihilation. Closing her eyes, moving her hands to her chest, that orb of negativity floating into her body, soon disappearing. Her vision soon opening, feeling gentleness from those two.

"You both will be with me for a very long time, so at least enjoy your stay." Cyra softly states.

"Ya know, there is something called restraint you crazy woman!" the vampire stressing.

That voice of an all too familiar one, her expression becoming slightly stern. No matter so, this time she will be playing along with his childish nature. Her expression lightening, gripping Rebellion by the handle, removing it from the ground. Facing the vampire, slightly glaring at him. That demon realizing that expression all too well, perhaps it may have been better to wait until they are outside of a place where the dead is put to rest. This no doubt being very poor choices of words, that devil feeling his heart rate intensifying. That angel no doubt having the means necessary to put him in one of those coffins, sealing the deal for good.

"Do you have a death wish as well?" she faintly smiles.

"Do I get a lawyer...?" he blankly questions.

"Sure, which one? Rebellion? Or Reviver?" she smirks.

"Never mind then..." He looks away, scratching his cheek with his index finger.

Neither option of a good choice, that vampire in awareness of this, those two weapons passing judgment on countless souls. Then there is the whole other scenario of him possibly annoying them as well, needless to say, the devil is not on their good side. All the while, Anya noticing a presence in that moment. Alarm coming over the princess, the servant of the Prince of Dragons. Urgently squawking, this catching the maiden and vampire's attention. Lucia having the coffin at her side, the angel suspiciously looking upon the servant. Another presence, and this deep darkness inside of the dragon, unsettling it is in all actuality.

"Identify yourself." Cyra's voice a bit strict upon the servant.

The vampire racing to one end, blocking off the dragon, Lucia looking to her right, witnessing Anya barring her path as well. That servant paying the two little to no mind, her vision resting on the young woman ahead. That angel possessing frightening capabilities, an even deeper darkness residing inside of the young woman. Extreme caution no doubt of necessity, a single misstep meaning everything going away in an instant. That angel constantly becoming stronger in the previous battle, but even then, that information not enough.

"Sorry, my master request's of me to bring the body of the late king." Lucia bowing.

"Hold up now, doing such a thing is very reckless. That won't stop Hades, you'll be a sitting target." That vampire warning.

A reckless move this will be, taking the body only resulting in an even worse problem. The Harmonizer of necessity, all of the night no doubt raining down on the one possessing it. Lucia in awareness of the situation, knowing that bringing the body back will only have repercussions. However so, a request she cannot refuse. That one from her older days, those times of pleasure. Even if such a request is a foolish one, that dragon faithfully doing her part to make his desires into a reality. Lucia understanding the concern of those enemies, but this no less a job she must complete.

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"Perhaps so, but I have my orders." She apologizes.

Desperate the night is growing, the phases of the war slowly moving towards a conclusion. No matter so, this body being the key in order to winning this battle. A most important piece to have, Lucia wondering what her master is having in mind for it. For now, she will simply have to find out at a later point. Cyra and the rest keeping their vision upon the dragon, that servant extending her hand high. An ancient magic invoking, dark pentagrams appearing beneath her feet. Fading away by the moment, her eyes upon her enemies ahead.

"Hold on!" The vampire taking a step towards her.

That vision of the young woman of seriousness, that dragon making her escape. Extending Rebellion afar, rushing at the servant. That young woman coming closer, the pentagram reacting. A blinding light stretching high, the angel striking forward, that energy teleporting Lucia and the coffin far away. That subsiding light, Cyra passing through it, floating just above the ground. Frustration growing inside of her, the body right within her grasp. Now it is within another set of hands, the longer this night is continuing on, the worse it is becoming. Despite it all, concerning herself over such doing no good.

"Why does everyone do that?" that vampire slapping his forehead in dismay.

"Never mind on that, now we have to go retrieve the body. Vampire, where exactly is the Kingdom of Dragonkins?" Cyra positioning her arms in a thinking posture.

Positioning his hand to his chin, carefully thinking for a moment. It has certainly been a while, the vampire eliminating the possibilities at hand. An idea soon coming to his mind, his vision more of seriousness. Resting his eyes upon the maiden, Cyra knowing that this devil will come true once again. Despite his childish nature, no doubt this demon has been of use. Alas, such knowledge she will never allow him in knowing. That angel having a good idea of the never ending excitement, that demon no doubt will never be giving her a break. No matter so, this devil contributing in different ways aside from battling.

"It's north of here. I know a path that we won't be spotted, however, it ain't gonna be easy." He informs her.

"Then you will lead." She declares.

Anya looking towards the vampire, soon turning her attention in the direction of the angel. Squawking in confusion, the princess uncertain on what else to do. That body in another location, enemies having it within their hands. Uncertainty on the actions going forward, odds massively stacking against them. The longer the night is continuing on, the more grim it is becoming. Her heart desperately trying to hold onto hope. Even so, it is becoming harder to believe. Sorrow gripping at her, that princess wondering how much longer it can be. Cyra knowing well of the toll war can take, morale constantly falling.

"Do not worry Anya, this is a setback, but we will succeed in the end. You just keep holding onto those dreams, that bond you share with him." Cyra assuring her.

"Okay..." Anya slowly calming.

Cyra turning her attention to the vampire, thinking for a moment, determining the longer the night, the more she will need to learn about him. Waiting any longer doing no good, that is for certain. Identifying specifically who he is has some more relevance now, those events happening from earlier, her suspicion growing even more. That ability of ice, her experiences with it. No matter so, jumping to conclusions having no benefit. Even so, the young woman having her own ways of slowly tearing the information out of him. A demon with similar abilities, a possibility it is, but not of likeliness.

"You there, I never bothered to know your name, so tell me now." She calmly speaks

Quite a bit of time those two have been traveling together, that young woman never even bothering to learn his name. Her own goal in mind, those desires burning more with each passing hour. Even so, now proving a good opportunity, those pieces slowly aligning. All the while, that vampire knowing that she can always be a bit bossy. No matter so, this of naturalness to her personality. Expecting anything else will be lying to himself, even so, that one from so long ago slowly returning to the surface. A night so long ago, that abyss she is treading through, the young woman growing a much thicker skin. This no less of necessity to continue on, despite it all, that heart of softness still remaining at her core.

"A bit bossy...but...okay...call me Aster." He slightly kicks the ground.

Encrypting as always, his pause catching her attention. Suspicion growing even more inside of her, no doubt he is still concealing his identity. Either way, at least this is a step forward. That angel doing well, maintaining a calm demeanor. At this point, if her speculation is correct, that demon is already aware of her interrogation process. Even so, answers slowly coming into reality. One from times of yore, those skills returning to light. A horrifying one this angel can be, that darkness slowly rising to the surface. Emotions burning at the core, desires growing stronger. Pressing onward with another question, those pieces slowly connecting together.

"Very well then, Aster. Tell me, why do you have such similar abilities to 'him?'" she places her hand upon her waist.

"It's because we were close friends once..." He scratches the back of his head.

"I see...very well then."

Judging from his reaction, there is definitely more to it than close friends, this vampire time and time and again drawing more suspicion to himself. Not in a negative way she is thinking, but more on a personal level. Cyra turning from him, glancing back to him for a moment. Secrets inside of the night, questions residing in the depths. No matter so, those answers slowly coming into the light, that angel soon walking onward. Anya looking on in confusion, following behind the young woman. The vampire looking away, feeling sorrow deep within him. Up until this point, half-truths it has been, such paining him each and every step of the way. Even so, this being of necessity, for that one so long ago to return. A heart of softness, hatred boiling at the core. To be able to finally right a wrong so long ago, that one that can give hope to the hopeless. Facing his attention ahead, shaking his doubts out of mind, trailing along.

You are hiding something vampire...I will not press onward, not just yet. For now our objective is to reclaim that stolen body.