Flames stinging his flesh, his family burning away. Echoing screams in his mind, constantly reliving that nightmare. Empowering himself, rising to his challenges. Awaiting the day to meet the Iconoclast, wanting justice for those no more. Two in this chaos, devastating the surroundings. Misunderstandings from the past, a conflict from her birth. Unable to convince him, acknowledging his sentiments.

Both inside this black abyss, their eyes on their light. Bursting through, their fist crashing against the other. Feeling the heavy impact, his notable strength. Someone modifying his body, results beyond normal. Forcing against the other, the man breaking their position. Immediately wrapping his arm around her own, closing the gap. His crushing blow to her rib, the young woman enduring it. Pulling him close, slamming her head against his skull. Stunning him, the hero stepping away from her.

Displeasure growing in the devil, her mild state. Understanding his rage, another party at hand. The man taking to the air, fuel releasing from his feet. Pursuing his foe, sparks unleashing from his hand. Spreading her stance, blocking with her wrist. This intense collision, rubble rising above. Annoyance from her, not wishing for conflict. Hearts opposing one another, both leading their own way. A purpose in his actions, their intertwining lives. Azim pushing back on her, shortly leaping away. Landing from afar, his hands in his coat pockets.

"Why is it that you refuse to use your power?" his serious eyes.

"For the longest while, I have hated it. It brings me nothing but pain, nothing but sorrow..." Her vision slightly away.

"Then why would you take so many lives?" folding his arms.

"If you are referring to that event, as I said, I was merely passing by that night." Her gaze to him.

"Then you will have to forgive me, since I do not believe you." His eyes above.

Unable to trust her, a picture showing otherwise. Everything pointing at her, those endless amount of enemies. Fire scarring the land, innocents screaming. A man not able to protect them, one at the center of it. Following his heart, this heroic soul. Carrying it in him, reaching after his own justice. His eyes on her, waves unleashing from him.

Divinity secreting from his body, his increasing pressure. A grand foe, anger showing from the demon. Those continuously pushing her back into this life, her feverish wish to maintain her peace. Rushing at one another, turning to their side. Their high kick crossing the other, a shockwave powerfully ripping through. Her changing behavior, someone pushing onward.

A surprising development, an entity severing their gap, closing in on him. Forcing her palm into him, this tremendous assault crashing into his chest. Withstanding it, sliding back on his feet. His foe not stopping, enragement from her. Meeting the current challenge, appearing before him. Her leg above, immediately slamming it down on him. Defending himself, the cracking surroundings. Determination in his eyes, dashing away from her, the cyborg soon standing from a distance.

"I had a daughter and wife, I made a promise to them. One that I cannot keep, because of that night." Straightening himself.

"I can understand your pain..." Her hand to her chest.

"Can you now? This unyielding rage within me. Before I was a part time hero, had a family you know. When they died, I devoted myself to it. Waiting for the day I can end the life of the one who stripped everything from me." Sharply glaring at her.

"And what do you think drove me down my path? I suppose we were both dealt a pitiful hand." Sadness from her, slightly looking away.

Growing up in the NetherWorld, a realm once lawless. Power driving them, her family in shambles. A Tyrant falling into the depths of despair, constantly underneath his watchful eye. Some freedom coming to her, this eventually going away. Wanting it again, not remaining in silence. Surpassing her trials, crushing countless. Refusing to destroy her family, releasing her father's soul. Choosing them over innumerable, driving the worlds to the brink of ruin. Her selfish actions over her years, embracing what is inside. This hero in front of her, relating to his pain. Standing on her side, folding her arms.

"If you believe I am the one who took everything from you, then come and strike me down." Her solemn tone.

"You are a strange one, Iconoclast." Faintly smiling.

Advancing through her stages, not allowing anyone to take away her current life. Blackness releasing from her, great rage from her. Her massively expanding arm, shortly revealing the shadowy claw of a dragon, her pulsing veins. The tense hero, his quickly beating chest. His uncertainty on her power, someone continuously showing more. Weapons from above locking onto them both, those two dashing to the other. Clashing against one another, many rays firing at them. These approaching assaults, their eyes in the direction.

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Facing it, the man's wide vision. Unable to stop it, the Iconoclast stepping forward. Her high claw, drawing in these attacks. Assimilating it into her body, this painful force. Sparks emitting from her, shortly lowering her arm. Steam rising from it, holding her talon in pain. Glaring at the ones above, a weapon able to damage her. That cyborg's attention on her, wondering on her reason for saving him. Shifting his eyes to the sky again, five fleets along with the main one. A giant black vessel stretching far, its thick armor. His mission to deal with her, an attack on him. Grabbing the lapel on his coat, speaking into the intercom.

"Why did you fire those things knowing that I am here?" some anger in his tone.

"To kill the Iconoclast, you will need to hold her attention. Unfortunately, this means you will have to sacrifice yourself. Keep her busy until we fire another round." That leader's mild voice.

"This was not part of the plan at all, what aren't you telling me, Astek?" Azim moving ahead a bit.

Great weapons before the young woman, their immense forces. Damage from devouring it, her growing strength. Clenching her claw in and out, fitting together the pieces. A hero no more than a pawn, a commodity playing a role to wipe her out along with him. Her stern gaze on the fleets, his situation making more sense. Some missing fragments, her certainty on some parts. Glancing to the man, folding her arms. Sentiments within this streaming wave, their grand enemies.

"In a chain of power, it does not matter if they have to snuff out the smaller ones amongst themselves. Success is all that matters." Her calm voice.

"So you are saying, I was merely a pawn for their goal." His vision towards her.

"That is the short version of it. We can settle our issues later, but for now. Those are our enemies, unless. You can die, and leave behind the world you worked so hard to protect." Facing away from him.

A symbol for his family, protecting others as well. Losing everything, choosing to remodel his body, his purpose towards his goal. Something not right, these conflicting emotions. Some missing parts, his vision below, weapons charging once more. Taking out his locket, opening it. Looking at his smiling wife and child, his decision in mind. Closing it, soon returning his attention above. Residing in a black abyss, his heart pursuing what is inside. A situation before the man, his serious eyes.

"I am not dying yet, not until I find out what is actually going on." Swinging out his arm.

Rising to this challenge, those once his allies. His willingness to go against them, his powerful soul. Cyra feeling it, her soft smile. Turning ahead, her vision on the fleets. These intensifying weapons, her quickly beating chest. Dangerously approaching her peak, not wishing for it. Her unyielding rage, not allowing anyone to bind her. Her spirit desiring to soar, another way existing to quell the problem. Raising her claw, striking in front of her. A rift appearing, the cyborg's eyes on it.

"We should retreat for now. Come, I have a few that will assist us." Her hand on her waist.

"You damned all of the worlds, why would you need backup?" folding his arms, looking to her.

"That is precisely why. I do not want it to come to that point, and neither do you." Her gaze on him.

An individual trying to limit herself, this not adding up. Fire scarring his mind, her presence in that place. A difference in his knowledge, his conflicting information. This heart inside her, someone concerning with others. Her great power, a devil not wanting to exert it. Agreeing with her, his vision to the foes above. His frustrating sentiments, watching the weapons firing at them.

Those individuals rushing into the rift, narrowly avoiding the attack, that assault ripping away at the ruinous area. Anger from Astek, pounding the counter in front him. Soon arriving at a mansion, two stepping into a wide flowery field. A fountain flowing down the center, a place filling with life. The hero not expecting this sight, shortly seeing three confronting them.

Her son, a boy around the age of fourteen, his blonde hair and velvet eyes. Casuals on him, his bright smile at her. The other her daughter, a young woman reflecting her mother. Similarly carrying herself, waving at the demon, her shimmering grin. Her husband walking behind them, the once supreme deity, his fiery hair and eyes of the ocean. A red top on him, his short blue pants. The iguana at his side, his emerald color.

"Your family?" Azim glancing to her.

"Yes, I did a lot for this life. And even though I hate fighting, I do so, to protect them when I have to." Her vision to him.

"I see..." His eyes below.

Common feelings linking together, an enemy having a family. Her resolve to protect them, not caring about her reputation. Someone proceeding in her own direction, shouting her soul. A hero understanding these sentiments, watching her move to them. Her son and daughter embracing her, a mother cherishing her kids. His faint smile, slightly looking away. Her husband behind them, folding his arms. Simple desires, the cyborg remembering the past.

Days long ago, light on his path. Defeating countless, protecting those close to him. Saving many lives, choosing his direction. Defending innocents, developing his abilities. Believing in betterment, toppling great powers. The man arriving home in the afternoon, the sun shining down on him. A two floor house, flowers surrounding it. That opening door, his daughter running out. Her bright grin, that small one embracing him. Kneeling to her, tightly holding her in his arms. His attention shortly ahead, his wife by the door. These two constantly there, supporting him.

"Daddy, why do you keep fighting?" his daughter stepping back, tilting her head at him.

"I fight, so that I can protect you and your mom." Smiling at her.