Chapter 48: Chapter 14: Growing Fear(Part 1)

Secrets hiding away inside of the night, memories residing within the past. Abilities of similarity, suspicion at an all new high. One from the deepest of abyss returning to the surface, a heart maintaining its softness. Even if the sins upon the angel is great, then that is okay. That will to oppose what is reasoning taking hold, those desires igniting even stronger. That young woman understanding Richter's drive, his reasoning for pushing so far. Even if the chances are minuscule at best, it is well worth holding onto the faintest of hope. A figure moving in the shadows, those movements catching the attention of the angel. Cyra glancing in the direction, witnessing the approaching of someone or something. Ceasing her movements, extending her hand, blocking the way of her companions.

"Halt!" she commands.

"Hm?"

Around every corner existing yet another entity, never a moment's rest, the night continuously revealing what is hiding away inside of it. The longer it is continuing on, the more severe it is becoming. Aster and Anya looking towards the other in confusion, immediately stopping their movements. Companions of more meaning to the angel, taking it upon herself in guiding them out of this nightmare. Trailing her eyes along the shadows, her vision soon fixating on a position. The figure ceasing their movements, this catching her attention. Cyra motioning her hand to her blade, taking hold of it by the hilt.

"Identify yourself." She coldly states.

Facing the direction of the figure concealing themselves within the shadows, her vision meeting those fiery red eyes. Even if victory has been of success, there is no guarantee another battle will end in the same result. Fighting in countless wars, her displeasure for each battle growing more. No matter so, to be able to finally put down her arms, she will continue on. Those distant days inside of the past, memories of haziness. These many emotions rising inside of her, hatred at her core. Despite it all, that heart of fragility still remaining. Hearing a voice of softness, this catching the attention of the angel. Slowly lowering her blade, taking some caution to the person ahead.

"Please...do not take alarm to me..." The voice pleading.

That Queen stepping out of the shadows, those ferocious eyes unveiling in a gentle gaze, surprising it is to everyone. One not of the dead, but still within the living, hope washing over the night. The demise of Raiser, the end of the prince, that woman nowhere in sight. Numerous assuming her a victim of the night, relief if not anything else. Anya resting her vision on the woman, her eyes of uncertainty. This form she is within, meeting that one so close to her once again. That Queen walking forward into the light, her hands firmly down, many questions lingering inside of the night.

"So...you do live..." Aster states in some surprise.

An existence still there, that word of cruelness. Death possibly better in such a world, losing her husband, her son, and her entire kingdom as well. Her grieving heart a the edge of despair, everything falling apart, this nightmare all around her. That woman desperately trying to survive, to find any solution in reclaiming her kingdom, her home. Those days of torment, hearing of a single entity making their way through, defeating those of the night. Alone it might be a fruitless endeavor, but together there is certainly a chance.

"Barely so. I saw what happened, if you feel Richter can be redeemed, then I hope so as well. I know my husband did much wrong, but he tried desperately to right those wrongs. Even taking in that man. I can feel for his pain, but at the same time...this is much too extreme." Her voice expressing such a disheartening tone.

Much wrong the former knight has done, sins greatly upon him, Cyra finding that his soul can be of redemption. Those desires inside of him, selfish they are, but understandable. One wishing to return to the time he has been most happy, to be able to truly smile again. Many actions leading up to the eternal night, all for the faintest of hope. Coming so close, despite it all, his will unable in reaching. No matter so, his resolve passing onto the maiden. Loneliness gripping at him, despair clawing away at his soul. Those of the kingdom never accepting him, Richter finally having a place of belonging in the end. That angel strongly believing his soul can repent, that heart remaining true to itself. Those countless wars, her own desires slowly reaching into reality.

"True, I must regretfully inform you that those of the Dragonkins have taken his body. If I can retrieve it, then I can reverse the matter of his demise. This kingdom can return to being mostly normal." Cyra explaining, looking directly at the Queen.

A Queen holding onto her life, fighting through the harshness of the night. Everything seeming hopeless, despair clawing away at her soul. Despite it all, that will to oppose burning within her. Pain gripping at her heart, agony incomparable. A chance finally revealing, pinpointing the destination of the angel. Racing through the vast lands, escaping Richter's pursuit. After so much time, a light finally unveiling at the end of the path. Through this all, finally coming upon some relieving news. Even if it is seeming of an impossibility, the chance for her husband to return, for her kingdom to have normalcy again. Even if it is more out of a fairy tale, such hope is well worth the pursuit.

"Is that so...? Then please...take me with you, I am certain I can have them turn over the body." She holds her hand to her chest, stepping towards the maiden.

That vampire carefully thinking for a moment, soon turning his attention to Cyra. That maiden glancing towards him, the devil nodding confirmation in her direction. No doubt both of them seeing the possibility ahead, certain pieces on the chessboard. Correctly playing those pieces, overcoming events with more ease. In the beginning, where one has been alone in this endless war, now more joining the battle. Even if it is faint, this light well worth the effort. Chaos around every corner, despair far inside. That angel fighting against the harshest of tides, those few coming to her aid.

"That's right...you were once of the proud race of the dragons. Cyra, she will be a most valuable asset. We can possibly even avoid combat with the dragons." Aster explaining, looking to the Queen.

"I suppose so." She agrees, positioning her arms in a thinking posture.

Some relief coming over the Queen, her suspicion of correctness from the beginning. That one resisting the night, willing in allowing for her presence, everything slowly turning in a new light. Horror may be around every corner, but certainly it does not have to be without hope. That Queen trailing her vision, soon seeing Anya standing behind the maiden. Those eyes, the Queen never mistaking the princess, heartbreaking this is. Bearing witness to the cruelty done onto the Elven, that Queen's heart sinking at the sight of her. Someone so close suffering such a transformation, despite it all, having her there is better than not seeing her at all.

"Anya...? Is that you...?" the Queen questions, slowly stepping towards her.

Anya slightly lowering her head, uncertainty in her eyes. That princess desperately hoping of her form returning before an encounter such as this, her heart trembling a bit. Hesitantly looking ahead, Cyra stepping aside. That vampire holding his hand at the back of his head, knowing that this is not an easy thing. A river of emotions grabbing the princess, remembering those joyful times. Stepping forward, slightly scraping her claw against the ground. Contemplating on her direction in approaching the Queen, this occurrence not of avoidance. The night of cruelty, those of the past returning at the worst moment. No matter so, this also of the faintest of hope.

"..."

Anya wishing there has been more time, to be able to reclaim her original state. This form the Elven never wishing the Queen to see her within. That woman more like a sister to her, taking her into a new home. Those two passing away the time, most pleasureful it has been. Always doing everything together, despite the age difference, they have been close shortly after meeting. That Queen setting aside enough time to simply enjoy her moments with the Elven, days out in the open field. Her heart quivering, uncertainty on how to even approach this situation. No matter so, the princess knowing that she must. Walking onward, slowly making her way towards the Queen.

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"Ye—yes..." She hesitantly answers.

Cyra and Aster looking away, giving them a moment. Devastating it is, seeing one of dearness in a monstrous state. The Queen standing before Anya, gently patting her head. Remembering those days of the past, how the Queen has always been comforting her. Indescribable emotions flowing inside of Anya, those times seeming more like a possibility once again. Tears welling up within the eyes of the princess, unable in formulating words. Horribleness within the night, but even in the most unlikely of times, there can be a moment of joy. Terrifying it may be, but this revealing the faintest of light.

"How could...how could Richter do this...?" the Queen sorrowful gazing upon the princess.

Extending her arms, pulling the Elven close, comforting her with a hug. An action not much, but a start no less. Those many hours of running, the night never ceasing, that Queen's heart paining by the moment. This horror coming to her vision, despite it all, that princess still remaining with her innocence. Even if it is but a somber morrow, it is never truly hopeless. This night slowly turning, a war that is anyone's game. Dreadfulness within it, but the presence of Anya giving the Queen even more will to continue on.

"..."

That Elven relishing in the embrace of one of closeness, her heart finally setting to ease. At least the Queen is okay she is thinking, that princess still having her sister. Dreadfulness of the experience, but also blissfulness within it. Cyra tapping Aster with her staff, the vampire looking towards her in confusion. Gesturing her head towards the Queen and princess, that demon looking to the two. Turning his attention back to the maiden, blankly pointing to his face. That angel nodding in agreement, Aster quickly shaking his head in refusal. Slightly scowling in some dissatisfaction, an electrical force of energy sparking from Reviver. That vampire immediately sweating bullets, his feet hastily moving in the direction of the Queen and princess. Standing before the two, guilt coming over the devil.

"Um...highness, we have naught the time for a reunion. We can catchup on the road...time is of the essence..." Aster glancing back to the maiden.

Cyra holding her hand to her cheek a bit girlishly, a smile expressing from her face. Unamusing of the vampire’s gaze upon her, behavior of normalcy. Always having her way, making him look like the bad guy in a situation such as this emotional one. One constantly in the wrong place at the right time for her, a most unsettling situation. That Queen and Anya turning to face the vampire, Aster straightening up towards them. Embarrassment coming over him for intruding on their moment, slightly hanging his head low. In all reality, it might have been a better idea to keep walking after finding out the Queen is truly alive.

"You are right, forgive me." That Queen bowing.

Gazing upon Anya for a moment, gently patting her head. That Elven faintly smiling, her heart finally at a rest. The Queen stepping away, turning her attention towards the maiden. Time of appreciation in catching up, no less this having to wait for a bit. The night increasing in strength, the body of the king within the hands of the dragons. Everything slowly falling apart, no matter so, this will to continue on growing even stronger. The Lord of Darkness nearing his goal, unrest escalating within the night.

"We must be going now." Cyra turning.

Positioning his arms in a thinking posture, the vampire having a pretty good idea of how to get back at her just a bit. Walking up behind the maiden, leaning towards her ear. Glancing back to him, her vision slightly more serious. This devil never letting up in the least, not even when everything is crashing down upon them. No matter so, this is what it is meaning to have hope. To be able to continue on, despite the conflict at hand. A smile coming to his face, that vampire whispering into her ear, the situation aligning simply perfectly.

"I told ya, road-trip." He teases.

This no less of her expectance, that demon never letting a moment go by. The larger their party is growing, the longer they are on the road, the more it is appearing as such. Even in the deepest of darkness, there is always a light. That one from the farthest of abyss returning into reality, those emotions crying out once again. That will to oppose what is reasoning taking hold, a heart evermore soft. Faintly smiling in disbelief, the maiden pushing back his head. Walking onward, slowly shaking her head from left to right. Letting him have this one, the night becoming more enlightening.

"Haha, oh come on, ya know this trip just became fun." He quickly follows behind her.

"It is a miracle you are still alive." She glances back to him.

Both smiling at the other, soon letting out a laugh. It is feeling good, to laugh she is thinking. How very long it has been. Ever since the encounter with Hades, there has been no joy, only sorrow really. Occurrences strange of the vampire, that young woman suspecting his identity. Continuing onward, fitting together those pieces, unmasking him it is of necessity. The Queen and Anya both laughing, joyously following behind them. Dreadfulness in night, pleasure within the presence of others. At that moment, through the vast lands, the chilling breeze rushing against the numerous monsters lurking around.

The castle of Raiser inhabiting with so many fiends, horror intensifying with each hour. Deep underground, through the countless pathways, a room hiding away far below. The Dark Lord standing alone in his prison, gazing at the brightly burning seal. His claw crashing against the barrier in frustration, pulling back his arm, watching steam rising from his claw and into the air. A powerful seal it is, a restriction in equivalence to the one set upon the Iconoclast. Requirement of the Harmonizer's body, his freedom on the line. One of legend so long ago, an entity capable of taking on the Nine Worlds, desires so strong. A tale for many demons, revealing the results of pushing beyond.

"It would seem the angel could not retrieve the body...and now the dragons have it. Even more...that damn angel...to think her power would exceed that in which she had in her original form..." He angrily pounds the ground by his feet.

"Damn you, Valor. You planned this...!" he hatefully states.

That dragon still enduring the pain of the battle, still feeling the scars on him. Those wounds burning upon him from the battle with the dynamic duo, an angel and a god, friends of closeness for countless years. Knowledge of risk of combatting both at the same time, a mistake of foolishness. Two providing an almost impenetrable wall together, continuously covering the other, reading the movement of one another. Appropriate actions in kind, those working excellently in battle. Even so, Hades managing to successfully weaken them. Formidable they are together, but exploitable apart. The body of the Dark Lord yearning in settling the score, but the seal confining him refusing to give him freedom, hatred growing by the hour. That one from the deepest of abyss slowly returning, a will much stronger than the Nine Worlds in combination.

"I need that body...that is the only way I will be able to leave here..." He roughly expresses.

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