Infinite in emotions, painful experiences inside of the past. Memories hazy to the mind, a heart yearning to be free, the soul shackling down to the land. Those feelings boiling at the core, this indescribable rage far within. One embracing their imperfections and selfish desires, reaching further into this game of chance that is life. Wishes in days so long ago, one traveling within the deepest of abyss. The eternal night slowly bringing a true nightmare into reality, a heart evermore soft, fighting against the nigh impossible.
That maiden standing there for a moment, her eyes resting upon the crimson moon. That object fully coming into view, an endless night continuing to worsen. It is strange really, the strife she is enduring. A familiar feeling, as if such is of experience many times before. Those dreadful emotions flowing through her, an eternal conflict, a soul never knowing a moment's rest. Every step of the way, the further she is venturing into the night, the stronger these feelings are becoming. The vampire looking upon her for a moment, soon turning away from her.
"Sorry...I never wanted you to experience this again. After all, you have endured so much..." He distantly thinks.
That devil gazing up to the sky, remembering the waves of emotions flooding him numerous years ago. A calamity, an abomination upon the Nine Worlds. To eternally fight, clashing against the destiny setting forth. That is who she has always been, even after the promise so many years ago. That young woman continuing in pressing onward, diving deeper into the abyss. Emotions of powerfulness, rage deep inside, a heart yearning to achieve its deepest desire. After countless years, that one from so long ago returning to the surface. Even so, something has been strange, the eternal night influencing the rate in which the seal upon her soul is breaking. The vampire wondering if it is the night, or if it is the will of the Iconoclast themselves. To meet the challenges at hand, crushing it beneath her feet. Desires forever strong, that voice eternally engraving upon the soul. That vampire turning in the direction of the maiden, Cyra standing there, her vision of suspicion upon him.
"Hm?" the vampire blankly pointing to his face.
"You know something...you know why this night is affecting me." She folds her arms.
His expression slightly becoming sullen, that heart paining with each passing moment. Cyra noticing this shift in his demeanor, no doubt he is well in awareness of the reasoning. A sharp one she has always been, those eyes of hers striking a chilling blow down the spine of both allies and enemies alike. His hesitation bringing some more frustration inside of her, that malevolence slowly burning even brighter from her. Confronting him in that instant, her blade reaching his neck. The vampire freezing for a moment, their eyes meeting with the other. Indeed she is the Iconoclast, even with most of her power in a seal. Those eyes, that sheer will, the corruption eternally branding itself within her. All of which is continuing its existence, even after so many years.
"Answer, I have pardoned you far too long." She threatens.
The vampire slightly looking down, this hardly coming as a surprise. One that will go to any lengths, even if the truth is but a harsh one. That person never relenting, pain may eternally be upon her, but that is okay. That faint light of hope always guiding her, no matter how far she is inside of the abyss. The longer the night is continuing on, the more her nature is returning. Despite it all, there are some things he will rather not bring to her awareness. That smile from the earliest days turning into such hatred, that heart eternally pursuing its desires. Even so, the vampire knowing well that she is not one to avoid the truth. No matter the morrow ahead, that young woman will reach out, grabbing hold of the sorrow that is coming with it.
"I can only tell you this much...you and the eternal night are one and the same." He regrettably informs her.
Hearing such, her eyes slightly trembling. Slowly lowering her blade, the maiden thinking on his words. While it is appearing unbelievable, perhaps there is truth to what he is speaking of. After all, the eternal night and herself seeming to have a link. This feeling has been with her ever since the beginning, those many emotions deep inside of her. This unyielding rage, those many sins clawing its way to the surface. Fear she may be experiencing, those memories of the past. Despite it all, these are also the ones she must face in order to move onward. Painful it may be, agonizing really, but certainly for there to be success, she must know.
"What do you mean?" she questions in some hesitancy.
The gentle breeze blowing against them, the vampire looking straight into her eyes. Even if the truth is but a harsh one, that person ahead of him eternally holding true to herself. Her memories may be gone, but that does not mean her resolve will fade with it. Every step of the way, that one from so long ago slowly surfacing, tackling the countless challenges ahead of her. Cyra noticing his difficulty, a devil knowing something of value, no less a necessity for her. No matter how painful it may be, while he will rather have her not enduring such pain, this being her desire.
"Deep down, you know this. The reason for why so many enemies presents themselves towards you." His painful eyes upon her.
That sorrowful tone, those painful eyes of his. A heart desperately trying to find the best way to easily transition the information, difficult it is, but one of importance. Slightly looking down, Cyra thinking on his words. A feeling being with her for a long time, reasoning for her eternal conflict. No matter how hard she might try to finish this endless struggle, it is never appearing like a possibility. Those emotions deep inside of her, that malevolence growing stronger by the moment.
"You are one who can control the night, some may even refer to you as the eternal night itself. Only a few are born with this ability. Granting them great power, at the extent of forever being branded an abomination." He reluctantly explains.
Turning from him, positioning her arms in a thinking posture. Those words seeming evermore true, one forever fighting. A birth that is a curse of an existence, one battling against the shackles trying to bind them. Joy no more than an impossibility, agony incomparable. That maiden glancing back to him, carefully assessing the information. There is no denying it at this point, those emotions inside of her. One that must eternally fight, constantly growing stronger, meeting the many challenges ahead. A never ending struggle, a heart paining every step of the way. No matter so, a step in going forward, in order for her to grasp those desires hiding away inside of the abyss.
"So...as long as I live, enemies will keep growing stronger. No matter how hard I fight, this struggle might never end, all due to my birth..." Cyra distantly verifying.
Those words being sour in her mouth, her heart desperately trying to find a way towards a better morrow. That soul wishing to be free from the shackles binding it, her expression growing slightly grim. Devils, gods, any sort of being all aiming to silence her life. Everything reflecting to her birth, this agony inside of her, unable in remembering the last time of truly smiling. A facade constantly in place, to keep herself going. Sickening really, but it is making sense. Why the night is affecting her, the reason these devils are lunging at her. One that is an abomination, an enemy to every life, everything slowly coming together.
"That's the short explanation of things."
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"And you are saying this is fate at work." She states a bit more seriously.
Her voice chilling upon him, that malevolence thickening inside of the area. The vampire looking away from her, unable in saying anymore. That demon knowing well that she despises that word more than anything, one that is the will to oppose what is reasoning. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, her image eternally branding itself into the souls of countless. Even if the memories of the past may be gone, her existence still residing in one way or another. Slightly frowning, anger building inside of her. One who is fighting against cherished beliefs, to be able to make her own way forward. Those many desires within her, one true wish far inside of her. Those efforts all in place to be able to return to the time she has been most happy, those memories may be no more, but the feeling continuing to exist.
"Do not speak of such nonsense...!" she raises her voice, turning to him.
Looking towards her, the devil seeing that same resolve. That one from so long ago, those crimson eyes evermore unyielding, that heart resisting the shackles binding it. That soul yearning to be free to the wind, darkness burning even brighter from her body. Those many emotions, every step of the way it is becoming worse, one always rebelling against anything trying to bind her. No matter the confinement, the maiden will continue resisting, that is simply who she is. Someone who has gone to lengths of extremity, all for a chance to grasp her deepest desire. Painful it may be, but it certainly does not mean her efforts are pointless.
"Fate is a fool's word—!" she swings out her right hand.
That malevolence burning even brighter from her, that resolve being evermore clear. The vampire witnessing this, those memories inside of the past. That one from so long ago making this clear, even if she must continuously battle, then she will. One day, certainly this conflict has to come to an end. That energy exerting from her body, building upon itself. Extending her hand, curling it into a fist, his words sparking deep hatred inside of her. One that is able to take hold of their own future, so long as they have the resolve to do so.
"—There is no such thing as fate—" hanging her head low, her fist shaking in frustration.
"—even if the Nine Worlds shall be damned to oblivion! I will create my own path! My own life! So do not dare go saying my life is part of a wheel of fate—!" slightly looking away, glaring at him.
The vampire feeling cold, almost as if her icy glare is freezing him over. That one in front of him letting her emotions reach into reality, dreadful the night may be, but certainly it is within her hands. Even if she must damn the Nine Worlds, then so be it. Her own life, her own desires. Even if enemies are around every corner, she shall strike them down. Cyra certainly being someone to fear, a being fighting against those shackles continuing to try and bind her. Placing her hand upon her waist, the maiden persisting onward. Her vision evermore serious, that will slowly revealing itself from the abyss.
"—I may not remember what lies in the past—" she looks down with sorrowful eyes.
"—but even so...—" Cyra looking towards him, her eyes brimming with confidence.
"—I am positive there has never been a waking moment where I have given into this, and that is how it will continue on. Until those days are finally realized once again..."
The maiden slowly calming, a faint smile coming to the vampire's face. Those words he has been wishing to hear for a very long time, that one returning by the moment. Even if those all around are trying to silence her, she will resist. Even if she is an enemy, then that is fine. Much like anyone else, she as well having just as much of a right to live an existence of peace. Battles never seeming to come to an end, despair clawing away at the soul. No matter so, this will to continue on constantly taking hold of her. That young woman resting her vision onward, seeing the devil turning from her. A strange one he is, but one of familiarity .
"That's right...you have always been a fighter. Keep resisting...Cyra." He gently speaks.
Turning from him, that maiden looking away. To keep fighting, to continue breaking down any obstacle in her path. Such appearing very familiar to her, to keep rebelling, even if the worlds so shall damn her. To embrace oneself, the many sins of the past, those bountiful desires deep inside of her. One can say that an Iconoclast is consisting of all the traits of the seven sins, making them truly a force to fear, one that has no limitation. To keep persisting, achieving the nigh impossible time and time and again. Depressing it may be, agonizing even, but that is okay. Even in the farthest of abyss, there is a light.
"Let us go, we must make haste now." She glances back to the vampire.
The vampire turning his attention towards her, nodding in agreement. Her words being a guide, her resolve serving as an example. That maiden walking onward, and the vampire following behind her. Even through the deepest of darkness, even if the worlds so shall reject her very existence, the young woman will continue fighting against it. Even without her memories, that burning resolve far within her continuing to brightly shine. That will so long ago reaching out once more, playing this game of chance that is life once again. One willing to oppose what is reasoning, that will evermore unwavering.
Fate huh...? An abomination...the eternal night. Even if I am an enemy, I will keep persisting. Hades possessing this capability as well, hmph, brace yourself, I am coming for you. These desires deep inside of me shall become a reality...