An entity once alone, carrying her great weight. Her powerfully sounding soul, damning the worlds in her feverish frenzy. Many years going by, countless leading her along her route, showing her the way forward.
Her companion diving to the depths, facing her with the will of a demon. Her steadily repairing life, eventually facing reality again as herself, setting forward towards her new life. Never ending problems, a mighty being in the NetherWorld.
A realm doing better over the passing time, following the will of the Iconoclast. Large buildings stretching tall in a city, devils roaming in the place. A tall one making his way through, his dark skin and yellow eyes. Malefic armor on him, its extending spikes.
"If what I have gathered is true, then you shall be the one to aid me, Iconoclast." His calm tone.
A great entity rising above her countless challenges, engraving her sentiments into the realms. Some still seeking after her, hoping to bring her down. His eyes from one end to the next, retracing her movements.
A bounty hunter silencing her enemies, his attention above to the crumbling buildings from the past, angels pursuing her. A world directing her course, the young woman's path towards becoming a true enemy. The man shortly arriving at an alley, soon descending the stairs.
Making his way to the back, opening the door. Stepping inside, his vision on the bar. Many tables throughout, a bit of light on the place. Plants in the corners, some devils loudly enjoying their drinks. The demon moving forward, eventually sitting down at the counter.
His attention on the wall, Ryan and another there. The Iconoclast, her long blonde hair and crimson eyes, those two brightly smiling. Shortly shifting his gaze to the ghoul ahead, the individual's red vision, someone wearing casuals.
"You're a new face around here. So, what can I get ya?" wiping the top with a cloth.
"Ryan, right?" his faint smile.
"Whose askin'?" folding his arms, his serious vision.
A suspicious person before him, the ghoul's unrest. An individual building the bar far, giving others a place to belong. His caring efforts over the years, learning many tricks.
Ryan feeling the demon's negativity, this greatly crushing influence. The man looking to his side, visualizing the Iconoclast sitting there, that devil consuming a beverage. His vision soon to the bartender, sharply looking at them.
"A demon that is now referred to as the Iconoclast comes by here now and then." His blade at Ryan's throat.
"What do you want with her...? If it is a fight, she had put that life long behind her..." His quickly beating chest.
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"I am aware, which is why...I am going to need you to help bring her out of retirement for a bit." The cold demon.
A devil putting aside her life of fighting, choosing a simple existence. Her many branding actions, some still seeking after her. That man's determination to meet her, his rising resolve.
Countless standing up from their seat, not allowing anyone to threaten their family. The ghoul worrying about them, gesturing his arm, halting their actions. An unrestful situation, Ryan concerning with his old friend.
The Iconoclast living in the human world, someone residing in a small town. A place advancing over the passing time from a village, steadily expanding themselves. Tall buildings underneath the sunlight, lively people going on with their day.
Towards the back, by a large gate, a shrine next to it. Further in, a fountain flowing water down at the center, a large mansion standing farther behind. From within, the shining granite floors. Statues of comrades on the sides, old pictures on the walls.
A few on the bottom floor, the Iconoclast before her two kids in a black suit. A red ribbon tying at the end of her hair, holding a binder in her hand.
"Thank you again Maria. Valor should be back in a few hours, this is an important meeting." Cyra's hand to her chest.
A daughter mirroring her mother, their long blonde hair and red eyes, the young woman wearing a velvet shirt and blue shorts. Someone helping her mother, their long chats leading up to this moment.
An entity allowing for more risks, pushing forward in her path to expand her medicine passion. Her high mistrust in others, yet having a hard time reaching out on her own. Eventually stifling her unrest, stepping closer to her goal.
"Don't worry about it, I'll keep Azad out of trouble. Plus, we have Fernandez. Just go do what you need to." Maria brightly smiling at them.
Appreciating her daughter's help, a person assisting her through her struggles. The entity running forward along her path, her great desire to expand her range. A soul freely soaring, setting the way towards tomorrow. Cyra facing away from Maria, soon heading on her way.
A person once in darkness, walking along her lonely path. An individual spreading her warmth, many coming to her aid, showing her the way out. The Iconoclast carrying these feelings, commanding her own path in life.
Some passing time, a rift opening in front of the fountain. That demon in black stepping out, his heavy footsteps. Taking in the surroundings, a place once void of flowers in a young village.
A mansion there in a poor state, the Iconoclast happily embracing Valor. Shortly facing the direction to their new home, resting her hand on her chest. A person planning out the smallest points, her small daughter the age of ten by her side.
The fading vision, soon looking to a young woman. An iguana at their side, the animal clutching a football, shortly racing onward. A boy unable to catch the creature, his blonde hair and red eyes, someone wearing a blue shirt and short black pants.
"Jeez, I can never catch him." Azad sighing, hanging himself in defeat.
"Fernandez is trained for combat, if you want to keep up, you will have to continue learning." Maria smiling at him.
"Easier said than done. For some reason, everyone thinks an insane trial is a good idea." Facing her, holding the side of his head.
"I know what you mean, the rest of us had very unfavorable conditions. We will try and take it at a slower pace." The young woman's hands behind her back.
Challenges from the old days, life and death constantly in play. Those emerging stronger, feverishly opposing their enemies. The passing time, conditions naturally changing.
From afar, the devil in black moving towards the three. Azad noticing the person, seeing them punch their fist into their palm, the demon's great malefic pressure on the field.
"S—sis..." Azad slowly stepping back.
"Stay behind us Azad." Maria walking in front of him.