Chapter 55: Chapter 15: A Reprieve(Part 2)

Memories of dearness, pleasureful those days of the past have been. Even if her smile is not of sincerity, those times of joyfulness. No matter the turmoil ahead, those two friends facing whatever is in the way. Everything seeming more like a distant dream, questions lingering inside of the night. Cyra extending Reviver forward, Aster, the Queen, and Anya gazing upon it. One of the seven treasures, an ancient artifact of the gods. A valuable gift from of closeness, one holding so many meanings inside of it. This weapon giving her hope, that childish one of the past somewhere out there. No matter how long it may take, certainly they will reunite at some point. Even if there are endless conflicts to come, no matter the amount of turmoil, that angel willing in persevering through the harshest of tides.

"It is right here, I found it a while back." Her voice soft, gently looking upon the weapon.

"I see..."

One expecting every sort of possibility in war, accepting their potential ending at any moment. That sorrow reaching far and wide, one loathing the battlefield, yet always having to meet the challenge at hand. That reflecting to her reasoning for confronting Hades, the young woman in awareness of her limitation. Those infinite enemies, her agony deep within. Even so, that mistake giving light to so many outcomes, meeting these few valuable companions. Cyra holding onto that staff, that hope of reuniting with her old friend. No matter of the dreadfulness, certainly the stars aligning at some point in this endless night.

"This is no ordinary weapon, it's the most powerful Artifact. Even the gods feared its power." Aster slightly looking down, folding his arms.

Yet another comment revealing more about the vampire, one knowing a bit too much for a demon. Glancing in his direction, her expression slightly more of suspicion. Information in seclusion, knowledge capable of starting another war. A weapon infinite in potential, one having the capacity in raising countless armies. That devil never disappointing with his knowledge, each instance bringing him closer into the light. Gods fearing this power, a weapon choosing the young woman, guiding her through the harshest of times. Even when despair is clawing away at her, that staff always residing there.

"So you are aware of this then." Her tone slightly more serious upon him.

Gazing upon her, his expression lightening a bit. Those eyes of hers penetrating deep into him, one that will keep pushing. No matter how long it will take, that young woman constantly progressing onward, until the moment where she can unravel the mysteries inside of the shadows. In awareness of the risk within his knowledge, such of importance. That one from the deepest of abyss must keep resisting, until the awakening is at completion. The greatest of all threats of necessity, this no less the only way in saying farewell to this night of eternity. Each passing hour, the night dreadfully growing, horror rising around each corner.

"Yeah, they thought Valor to be insane to give you that weapon. Though, he trusted you more than anyone, and wanted a way to keep you safe. It was killing two birds with one stone, a no-brainer decision." Aster explaining, slightly looking away.

Anya looking upon the two, confusion expressing upon her face. That princess propping her head, trying to make sense of it all. Important this discussion is, even so, her understanding still of limitation. A weapon of great power, gods fearing that staff. Anya understanding this much, but the connection of little clarification. Slightly looking down, that Elven wondering of the assistance she can give. Feeling a hand of gentleness on her shoulder, turning her attention to the Queen, witnessing that smile of softness upon her. That woman always guiding the princess, even in those older days. A bond between two, developing close like siblings.

"Do not worry, I am certain there is much you can do." She smiles.

That smile of brightness, Anya calming a bit, looking down. Even if what she can do is of restriction, the princess knowing for certain that there is something, that doing anything is always better than nothing. That Queen turning her attention to the maiden, Cyra looking away from her. No matter of her explanation, an impossibility in making things right. That young woman having only this gift as her comfort, an undying trust to protect. Life of cruelty, despair clawing away at the soul. Despite the efforts of one, sometimes it may not be enough. Even so, even if the world is in a state of pitifulness. Hope still in existence, a relentless fire burning deep inside of the angel. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, one willing to resist what is reasoning, grabbing hold of the nigh impossible.

"You two are very close huh..." The Queen's soft voice upon the maiden.

A bond between two from so long ago, memories suffering underneath a seal. Even without such, that connection always existing. The body may forget, but the soul certainly remembering. Through the deepest of abyss, no matter the conflict at hand, those two extending a hand to the other. Enemies around every corner, even if one is falling, the other gladly raising them back to their feet. A faint smile unveiling from the expression of the angel, those pleasant emotions flowing through her. Some time it may be, but certainly this night will reunite them at one point or another.

"Indeed, he was the reason I survived my first day as a soldier...my entire squad had died...but he was determined to keep me alive. That was a bit more than a thousand years ago..." Her heart of heaviness.

The Queen looking down, that woman able in relating to such. Vastly different they may be from each other, no matter so, common grounds of existence. Even if one is so far away, it is never truly hopeless. Despair gripping at the soul, one wishing to give in, yet doing no good. A heart despising the battlefield, pain indescribable, those images never leaving the mind of the young woman. Yet, memories continuously eluding her. Cyra wondering on the specifics of it all, her heart desperately reaching out. Emotions flowing through her, gentleness washing over the area. The night slowly revealing the past, hatred at the core, revealing a time of pleasantry in times of yore.

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"I know the feeling, right now I feel torn in two with my husband's demise. It must be driving you crazy not knowing what condition he's in." The Queen's voice extending some sadness.

Accurate those words of Queen are, every moment tearing away at the young woman. Alive that old friend may be, but yet there is no telling of his condition. Emotions of dreadfulness clawing away at her, wondering of the possibility of reuniting with him too late. Even so, knowing that he is not one to easily falter. Straightening up, Cyra folding her arms. A bit careless she has been, sharing her experiences with another. Those emotions only for two, those years of dread, a heart unwilling in trusting. No matter so, those few around the fire feeling like a family. An emotion distant within the past, pleasure within it. In the end, it is not so bad learning about another, sharing her own stories with them.

"Hmph...all that is mattering at this point is stopping this threat, I know he will not die easily, he has always been much too stubborn." Her tone calm and steady.

"Seems about right." Aster shrugging.

That vampire looking into the velvet moon for a moment, blissful the night is feeling. Even if horror is around every corner, everyone able in sharing in a moment of pleasure. Memories inside of the past, two hearts constantly reaching out to the other. Pain of dreadfulness, but that is okay. No matter so, two old friends constantly extending their hand in this game of chance that is life. Slightly looking away, a smile coming to the face of the demon. That Queen faintly smiling, gazing into the beautifully burning fire. Even if the maiden herself is full of imperfections and selfish desires, in reality, that angel portraying feelings of similarity to humans. This proving that even the most unlikely can connect, befriending each other.

"What will you do after this is all over?" the Queen curiously questions.

Cyra looking away, her expression slightly changing to that of sorrow, another question that will be of difficulty in stating. No matter so, it is better that her companions are in awareness. Slowly inhaling and exhaling, soon turning her attention towards Anya. That princess looking upon the angel in much confusion, Cyra shortly turning her vision to the Queen, some uneasiness rising inside of the woman. Aster looking away, knowing all too well of the punishment at hand, even so, something not of rightness. A setup of convenience, her involvement in it all.

"I will return to the Heavenly Realm, facing punishment for what I have brought onto the world of the humans. No matter my intention, no matter what I can do to right the wrong, this is an unforgivable act." She explains.

Punishment coming at hand, this no less of expectance. A wrong of greatness upon the realm of the humans, agony incomparable. The eternal night taking so much, demons roaming at their pleasure. Darkness bathing the world, devils growing even stronger. Those numerous souls in torment, countless becoming monsters. No matter what the intention may have been, this action driving the world of the humans towards the End of Days. Even so, no matter the sin at hand, that one from the deepest of abyss willing to face up to her innumerable wrongs.

"Your punishment...? And what would that be?" the Queen feeling a bit of tension within her.

That maiden looking to Aster, eyes of familiarity upon her. That young woman faintly smiling, gazing up into the velvet moon. Naturalness in it all, dreadful even. A heart forever in pain, trying to maintain what it is. A night plaguing the realm of the humans, despair clawing away at countless. Misfortune that object is bringing, these emotions inside of her feeling more of closeness. Distressing it may be, but despite it all, a connection forming. One having a curse of a birth, numerous aiming for her life. This will opposing every step of the way, grabbing hold of the nigh impossible. That entity reaching out, finally witnessing the chance of her deepest desire.

"Death, no more, no less." She softly utters.

Those words sending a chilling feeling down the spine of Anya and the Queen, silence coming over the two, unable in responding. Death for her role, such a thing of expectance. The sins resting deep within her, causing misfortune, an unforgivable action. A wrong of grandness washing over the world of the mortals, endless sorrow protruding. The Lord of Darkness gaining his opportunity, even the most horrible rising from the shadows. Everything resulting from her moment of weakness, Rose's words making a bit more sense. For the young woman to find safety, encrypting yet comforting really.

"..."

Gazing upon her companions, first Anya who is giving her such a depressing look, then the Queen whose painful eyes are upon her. Turning her attention to Aster, that vampire evermore a peculiar one. His expression calm in comparison to the rest, that young woman having a solid idea on why. Even if the sorrow is indescribable, no matter of the greatest of all sins, that one from the deepest of shadows continuously resisting. A heart of softness, a resolve unwavering to the challenges ahead. No matter the morrow, that will from so long ago slowly returning to the surface, branding her image once again into the souls of countless.

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