Chapter 9: Chapter 4: Two Halves Once Whole(Part 1)

Hope fading in each moment, despair clawing away at the soul. The night evermore terrifying, that bleeding moon forever in the sky. Deep within it residing even more mysteries, events from the past hazy to the mind. The revelation of such possibly meaning an even graver threat at hand, desires rising from the depths of the abyss. No matter the morrow, even if the sorrow is agonizing, that will to continue on forever taking hold. Deep underground, far below the castle, through the perils of the dungeon, a gateway revealing itself. A man standing there, casually shrugging, a sigh escaping him. Wearing crimson armor with the sigil of a lion, looking at his right hand. A stern expression coming to his face, perhaps disgust it is one may conclude.

"You stole everything from me...even if this night must be eternal. Everyone has to face up to their sins eventually...and I am no different for sure..." He distantly thinks.

Sins evermore eternal, the heart with unyielding rage, desires that can never reach into reality. Even so, no matter the path ahead, that will to resist what is reasoning. This guiding force from so long ago, the will of a certain one leading the hearts of many, both negatively and positively. A heart on the edge, a fleeting wind taking hold of those willing to bask within it. That man looking ahead, the gateway opening. A blinding light revealing from within. Perhaps his actions are indeed reprehensible, but such is the path to push onward. Walking onward, stepping through the gate, the light slowly fading away. It is not long until he is finding himself in a room of seclusion, one hiding in the deepest reaches of the castle. 

Around the walls are the statues of the Four Generals, mighty beings under the command of the Lord of Darkness. Accursed in identification, warriors returning to life upon the order of Hades, damnation eternally grabbing at them. A tradeoff it may be, but a small price to pay in having their desires reaching reality. A massive pentagram of malevolence extending from the center of the room, a seal it is. That mighty beast standing at the center, frustration lingering deep within them as they gaze upon the seal, their freedom not too far from them. The Dark Lord he is, a seal it may be, his goal in mind for a throne. Disgust expressing from his eyes, to succumb to a trap himself, this place of his imprisonment. Eyes black as the abyss, scales sharp as knives. A dragon evermore mighty, that tail scraping against the ground. An existence shrouding in darkness, his mighty fangs secreting an acidic compound, steam rising from the ground.

"I can feel that angel's presence..." He distantly looks on. 

Closeness of him, his desire being within his grasp. A fatal miscalculation leading to his imprisonment, frustration expressing from his eyes, knowing well that the angel has someone who will dive even into the deepest of abyss to reach her. That shady man entering into the room, a former knight one can say. Now in allegiance with the Lord of Darkness, brown hair and brown eyes, a rather casual person he is. Never concerning himself much about his appearance, so long as his own desire can become a reality. It is mattering little of how far he must reach, that will burning evermore bright from him.

"Richter, you came at a rather good time." Hades satisfyingly speaks.

"Oh? Have I now?" he questions, folding his arms.

A most welcoming timing, indeed the Dark Lord can have a few anger moments. Imprisonment is never a pleasureful thing, let alone being at the end of one's bite. Even so, this is of expectance, to writhe in agony, knowing that they have been so close. A companionship forming, to give something in order to gain something. A simple trade of interest, much of which the former knight is well in agreement on. Despair clawing away at the soul, hatred of deepness. That will, that resolve shining even harsher.

"Indeed you have, that angel Rose really made a mess of things." Hades pleasantly responds.

"Hm? How so?" Richter questions, positioning his arms in a thinking posture.

"The King who was felled by her. Anyway, I need you to invoke the Four Generals." Hades explaining.

This of littleness to go on, however, his words catching the attention of the former knight. The Four Generals, the best of Hades servants. Their presence suffering imprisonment long ago, and the chance finally coming to light to rise once again. Looking deep into those dark eyes, the knight in awareness that the situation at hand is worsening by the hour. For Hades to take such extreme actions, the threat at hand truly of criticalness. It may not be an easy task, but definitely one of possibility. The eternal night bringing with it the chance to make the nigh impossible an actuality. 

"Have things really become so dire, sire?" Richter questions, lowering his arms.

"Indeed...I need that King's body. Raiser, he holds an ancient power deep within him. If I can get that body...if I can get that power, then there will be no force that can stop me." The Lord of Darkness explaining.

An ancient power residing inside of the late King, that body no more. A solution coming into place, a way in restoring it. Hades evermore grand, that former knight wondering how much more the Dark Lord is wishing for. A truly frightening foe, the possibility of no force being able to rival him. Even so, within his tone, the knight sensing the unrest inside the Lord of Darkness. Power in which can make this deity even more grand, a body possessing such, time becoming of the essence. 

"Are you concerned about some threat?" Richter placing his hand upon his waist.

"I suppose you can say that. Before she develops her power in such a weakened state, have the generals dispatch of her. Afterwards, have the generals restore the body of Raiser." Hades responds.

"A rather simple task sire, I will get right on it." Richter bowing.

Those words taking the interest of Richter, an entity having the potential to rival even the Lord of Darkness. Unbelievable, but most impressive, the Nine Worlds truly holding infinite mysteries inside of it. Standing straight, Richter turning from the Dark Lord, occurrences of understanding the longer the night is continuing on. Casually shrugging, a sigh escaping him. Hearing of what is so bothersome to the Dark Lord, such is of most useful information. Maybe, just maybe, this can be of benefit to himself.

"This enemy can prove to be a problem if she is giving Hades cold feet."  He cleverly thinks.

An angel, one that is half of a whole. Despite the limitation of her power, this being more than enough to give Hades cold feet. Almost as if this threat is even worse than the last, dreadful emotions clawing away at the core of the Dark Lord. Walking onward, the knight considering the many possibilities available to him now. However, on a scale of more importance, this new threat at hand is one he must take caution towards. For this enemy to be able to rattle even Hades, they are definitely on a much higher level. 

At that moment, within the wonderful garden, the night growing even more at an unrest. Devils feeling fearful with each passing moment, their will to oppose this threat coming into focus. Quite sometime passing, that angel wandering the garden from front to back. No matter which direction she is going in, all paths leading to the same destination. Making her way to the fountain, the maiden standing in front of it, watching the falling water, seeing it pouring into the container below. The reflection of the water revealing the doubt deep inside of her eyes. With each passing minute, the night growing even more severe, and the young woman making no progress.

I can feel its power...but...it seems to be inside the castle. How can I enter into the castle...?

All routes leading to the castle, yet none appearing even remotely possible to use. That question plaguing the mind of the angel, wondering how she can enter into a place of restriction. Without her former power, it will be impossible to penetrate the shield that Hades is secluding himself within. Thus, making it impossible to retrieve what is rightfully her own. Tricky this situation is, but maybe it might have a solution right under her nose. A seal in prevention to the front, but the possibility of another way few will think about.

"Wait a moment...this is a castle...which means there should be an alternative entrance," realization coming over her. 

Positioning her arms in a thinking posture, carefully surveying the area around her. If there is an alternative entrance, this will make sense. In case of an emergency, a castle will have multiple ways in and out of it, certain passages not easily noticeable by the naked eye. A way to move in and out where both the people and enemies alike may not think about, her suspicion growing by the moment. Those eyes of hers trailing the surrounding area, her vision identifying points of possibilities.

"If I am correct, this barrier only prevents those from above from entering. Though, proceeding from below is a whole other story."

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Looking to the ground at her feet, carefully thinking where the connection points will be. An approaching presence, feeling the air thickening around her, eyes resting upon her. Standing still, that maiden glancing back. Lurking within the shadows resting an atrocity, the unrestful wind. Taking notice of this, that young woman directing her blade at the fiend, her cold eyes piercing through the ravenous gaze of the demon.

"My, I must say, I am impressed you were able to discover me so easily." A voice speaks.

"Vampire, reveal yourself." She states in disgust.

"Very well, I suppose I owe you that much."

Stepping out of the shadows, that devil revealing himself towards the maiden. A demon certainly having a sense of fashion, perhaps a bit too much with such a noble setup of clothing, black from top to bottom yet elegant. Well in place he may appear, his vision and fangs telling another story. A monstrosity he is upon the world of the humans, one thriving in the depths of the night. Those eyes of the two meeting with the other, Cyra's vision serious on the fiend ahead of her.

"Rest easy angel, I have no interest to do battle." He turns, looking into the velvet moon.

"If not, then why are you trailing me?" She questions, slightly lowering her weapon.

"Even a vampire likes the daylight now and then." He glances back to her.

"I do not follow."

A peculiar one this demon is, one that is not wishing in partaking in battle. Her own race being the last thing any of his kind will like to see, suspicious the situation is. Demons easily deceiving, this much the angel is well in awareness of. Her state of exposure, an opportunity for devils in gaining the drop on her. Unwise it is in lowering her guard, a heart of softness, yet far from foolish. Numerous battles over the years, enemies pushing out many fronts.

"I came to warn you, even I like the daylight as I said." He turns to her with a slightly more serious expression.

"Warn me you say?" she questions, completely lowering her weapon.

"I'm aware you are looking for a certain artifact, find it quickly." He speaks with a bit of urgency in his voice.

"..."

That urgency in his tone, where a demon will wish for her to reclaim what is rightfully her own. This being most peculiar, confusion deeply striking at her. Demons naturally willing to deceive, yet there is no deception in his tone or posture. Desperation appearing in the eyes of the devil, one of sincerity and nothing less. Looking straight into the eyes of the maiden, that gaze appearing harmless. Perhaps he may mean no ill will, at least not at the moment either way.

"I am afraid the Four Generals will be summoned to this world." 

The revelation of such news striking like lightning, that expression on the vampire, unnerving it is to him. The Four Generals of all beings, it is appearing that there is much more to this night than what is meeting the eye. To call upon those atrocities, one having no reinforcements, that maiden wondering of her chances of success. Her one lifeline in the wind, some hesitancy expressing from the vision of the angel. Unsettling this situation is, that maiden searching for a way in going forward. 

"In your current state, I doubt you can win. Stay low until you find that weapon." He warns, folding his arms. 

"What is Hades planning?" she questions, placing away her blade.

"A world existing apart from the Nine Worlds, where he can freely rule for all eternity, him and his demons. A place of only chaos. To be honest, that is way too much of a hassle. I rather not be looking over my shoulder wondering who will try to kill or rob me next," he props his arms behind his head.

"I see, you are merely concerned about your own hide." She places her hand upon her waist.

"Pretty much, at least this way we can come to a compromise." He smiles.

A pleasant one he is if anything, much like someone to her awareness. In such a night, innocence like that is a virtue. The weight of it all slowly crushing down upon Cyra, that wrong seeming even harder to right. Despite this dilemma, even if there is a minuscule chance of success, she must continue onward. This will steadily raising from deep within her, to be able to remember what is missing so far inside of her. No matter the sorrow ahead, those mixture of emotions slowly rising to the surface.

"Anyway—" the vampire turning, lowering his arms to his side.

"—I'm gonna go take a nap." He heads off deep into the night as he stretches.

The Four Generals...at a time like this. Hades...Rose...and them...I have no reinforcements...what am I to do...? What would he do...?

Her vision resting upon the velvet moon so high above, that maiden deeply thinking on the situation at hand. Her old friend being gone, Hades moving closer towards his goal, and the night itself completely overtaking any sort of hope that may remain. That moon she is gazing upon, one reflecting the sorrow deep within her. Feeling the memories flowing through her, emotions far inside taking hold of her.

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