Darkness ever so deep inside, hatred forever staining the soul. Power being but a double edged sword. Maybe it can do good as well as causing great destruction. A once mighty being, two halves once whole. One of innocence, the other of malice. Both being a reflection of one ever so high. That being binding to the weaker half, under the identity of Cyra.
Infinite in sins they are, embracing those imperfections and selfish desires. Clashing against those endless emotions, memories tormenting but ever so pleasureful. Maybe in the deepest of despair, there can be solace. Even if one is to forever travel in the harshest of sorrow, it is never truly hopeless. That being trying to right the wrong that has been done. No matter the morrow ahead, perseverance relentlessly protruding. Will Cyra succeed? Or will her enemies?
"My other half...when will you cease this pointless resistance, and join me to become whole once again?"
“Even if I must fight for an eternity, then so be it, to reclaim those pleasureful times...”
"I will no longer live in your shadow Maria!"
A fierce battle now reflecting into reality. A being from the deepest of abyss awakening once again, bringing demise in the wake of their despair. What is hiding away in the deepest reaches of the past? Why are both halves ever so conflicted? All of this may be answered.
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