Two meeting long ago, a bond forming between a demon and deity. Their ventures throughout the worlds, hearts with one another. Words remaining in silence, yet these feelings steadily coming free.

One in a distant realm targeting an individual, this person in a tower stretching tall. In his lab, Elrich standing on a pentagram. His flowing magic, tearing a rip in the dimension.

"One born from a deity and devil, I call upon you from the distant past. Bend to my will, and appear before me in shackles! I Elrich Velzar summon you, Cyra Von Erit!" raising his arm above.

Trying to further his plan, steadily approaching its completion. Those pods in the room, a man nearing the completion of a vessel.

Getting the pieces in place, a mage stepping on a domain far above his own. His desire for his success, keeping a sharp eye on his goal.

Watching the spiraling pentagrams, a flowing space within the dimension. Electrical waves wildly discharging, crimson eyes revealing from within it.

A smile coming to his face, chains rushing in. Blackness forcing against it, shredding the restraints. A powerful force unleashing, blasting away the man.

"Gyah..!!"

Hitting his back against the wall, soon falling to his knee. His uncertainty onward, seeing the demon heading elsewhere. The shortly closing rift, that man rising to his feet. A result outside of his conclusion, this matter to his attention.

Elrich's hand to his chin, thinking on the reason. The mage soon walking to his desk, going over his research plan. These inconsistencies with the performance, the man eventually coming to a solution.

"I see, you are one who defies fate. Quite a setback, but I will simply have to go another angle. We will meet soon, goddess." The shrugging mage.

A devil opposing her bindings, overcoming his magic. An error outside of his calculations, yet a most interesting development to him.

Someone persisting through her obstacles, breaking down her challenges. One standing against the most powerful foes, feverishly shouting what is within.

A soft heart extending her hand to others, wrapping many in her black warmth. Guiding them in her light, an individual continuously sinking further into the abyss. A certain time coming, this entity standing against the gods, bringing demise in the wake of her despair.

Becoming the Iconoclast, creating infinite possibilities. Eternally branding her soul, setting the course for the future. High above the clouds, far from the worlds below. Many floating platforms connecting through chains, a familiar gate stretching tall, old symbols burning from it.

The realm of the gods and home to the angels beyond it, a place constantly evolving. Tall buildings everywhere, many busy roads. Numerous paths within a space, countless establishments inside them.

To the back, that palace purely shining. A labyrinth extending in every direction, statues detailing valuable comrades, lakes on each end. The mighty leviathan resting to the north, their silver scales glistening in the warm sun.

A distortion by the creature, Levi catching the disruption. Shortly rising from the ground, his eyes on it. Seeing the strange portal, sensing a great power from inside. That familiar energy, slightly tilting his head. Someone soon walking out, a slight difference to them.

Her long blonde hair, those eyes of the crimson moon. A red ribbon tying at the back of her head, the maiden clad in gold. Her feathery helm, a crimson noble cape extending from the lower half of her back, the demon sword Lævatein there as well.

This strange place to her, her vision slightly behind, witnessing the vanishing rift. A concerning development, someone uncertain on her location. Shifting her gaze ahead, the leviathan's excitement.

The creature flying up to her, happily pushing against her. A surprising action, the young woman stepping away. A peculiar response to the animal, Levi grunting at her in confusion.

"What a strange creature you are..." Her soft voice.

Her arrival in a weird location, the maiden slowly looking around. Positioning her arms in a thinking posture, the person trying to figure out her position.

Everything quickly happening, an individual attempting to pull her elsewhere. Overcoming their influence, setting herself on a new course. Shortly lowering her arms, shifting her attention to the leviathan, that friendly beast.

"I hate to be a bother, but can you take me to whoever is in charge here?" folding her arms.

A heart from elsewhere, someone reflecting another. A person's plan to further his course, someone miscalculating his target. An entity refusing to bend, crushing his influence.

Finding herself in this place, her words confusing the animal more. Levi slightly tilting his head, the creature trying to make sense of the situation. The beast shortly nudging her by the shoulder, his action surprising her.

"If you are saying that I am, then you are mistaken. This is the first time I have ever seen this place." Her hand to her chin.

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A devil's uncertainty on the occurrence, an attack setting her on a different course. This concerning threat, having to set it aside for now.

Needing to find the person in charge, her vision to the friendly creature. Levi's wandering mind, unable to make sense of the problem. The animal gesturing his head in the opposite direction, soon turning from her.

"You have my thanks." The calm maiden.

A concerning dilemma on her, yet excitement filling her. A strange land to the person, someone wishing to see places far beyond.

A heart freely flying, an individual soaring far. The young woman following the leviathan, eventually finding her way to the palace.

Shortly standing on the lower floor, her vision on the granite floor. Soon shifting it to her surroundings, seeing the statues along the ends.

Marvelous pictures across the walls, a chandelier hanging above, twin stairs extending higher. A young girl walking in, someone around the age of seven.

An individual reflecting the person at the door, her long blonde hair, those crimson eyes. The small one wearing a white dress, a smile spreading across her face. Maria running up to the young woman, that maiden folding her arms, wondering on the child's parents.

"How did you get here mom? Weren't you above?" slightly tilting her head.

"Pardon me?" the demon stepping back in surprise.

Someone from a different place, this strange occurrence to her. Trying to fit together the pieces, an attack leading her elsewhere. The maiden thinking on the fragments, two knowing her.

A leviathan believing her to be the owner, a child viewing her as their mother. A connecting point between this, her hand to her chin. Her mind on the possibilities, her slightly stern expression.

"You okay, mom...?" the girl holding her hand to her chest confusion.

"Child, I am not your mother, or is this some kind of custom?" the young woman's hand on her waist, her lightening expression.

Steadily testing the water, gathering more knowledge in her hands. The small one scratching the side of her head, her vision a bit below. The leviathan's uncertainty, a creature trying to figure out the problem.

A large iguana shortly walking into the room, soon approaching the maiden on his hind-legs, raising a coffee mug to the person. An action catching her off-guard, seeing them taking a sip. This strange behavior to Maria, something feeling off to her.

"Let's head up, something is weird here..." The girl slightly looking away.

"I agree, please lead the way." The maiden gesturing her arm onward.

The leviathan rubbing up against the demon, a sigh soon leaving her, giving him a gentle pat on his head. Her eyes on the iguana, the creature speaking to her. These warm sentiments in this place, the young woman feeling it.

The girl running up to her, taking hold of her hand. Pulling her further in, leading the devil up the stairs, the others following. The maiden's eyes on the red carpets, shortly shifting it to the paintings and finer jewels.

Eventually finding herself in the throne room, seeing the crystal windows. Her eyes soon passing the statues and rosy carpet, shortly setting it on someone. That person's long blonde hair, her eyes reflecting the crimson moon.

The velvet ribbon tying at the end of her hair, a person clad in gold, a red noble-cape stretching down from the lower half of her back. At the sides of the seat, the demon sword Lævateinn and the staff Reviver resting there.

"I suppose the issues with the Vanir's will have to wait for now." The Iconoclast rising from her chair, looking to the person ahead.

Two reflecting each other, a slight difference in them, yet this actuality before both. The young woman's eyes on her child, gesturing for the animals to secure them.

Those creatures immediately acting, shielding the small one from the entity. Their confusion at the situation, wondering on this problem.

The girl's eyes on the two, feeling her mother's great pressure on the area. That maiden's unease, shortly standing on her side. Reaching back, gripping her demon sword.

The devil at the throne, someone assessing the strange situation. Extending her hand, calling Lævateinn to her, shortly gripping it in her hand.

"Who are you? There is only supposed to be one Lævateinn..." The maiden's unease.

The two reacting demon swords, malice secreting from them. These mightily crying weapons, Reviver joining in. The three artifacts dancing in darkness and light, their intensifying pressures.

Intense emotions stirring at the Iconoclast and the young woman, these great powers in one place. The leviathan and iguana guiding Maria to a corner, these few watching the unfolding situation.

"Answer, what kind of trickery is this?" the demon's careful voice.

"That is what I will like to ask. However, it does appear we can settle things peacefully." The Iconoclast setting aside her sword.

"I guess so. All I can say, is that I was attacked by someone trying to pull me into some place. I managed to overpower them, but was sent to this location." The entity putting away her blade.

Encountering a mage with great abilities, a demon refusing his will, surpassing his expectations. Overwhelming the person, finding herself elsewhere. The animals moving aside, soon watching the girl run over to her mother.

That maiden's eyes on the small one, seeing them hide behind the person. The three calming weapons, their settling malice and divinity. From behind the Iconoclast, the Seraph standing out of sight. Her long blonde hair, those red eyes, an entity in armor resembling wings.

"Cyra, this is you. At least from another time period." Folding her arms.

Two reflecting one, both from different time periods. A heart from the past, someone endlessly soaring. Words catching the devil's attention, her vision slightly behind to the Seraph.

Thinking on the possibilities, a few to her mind. A concerning individual going far, their obsession with her. Positioning her arms in a thinking posture, biting her lower lip.

"Elrich Velzar I assume." Cyra's stern expression.

"Mostly likely. No matter, we have to deal with the rebellion with the Vanir's right now. Otherwise, they may end up becoming a larger threat." The Seraph gesturing her hand onward.

Multiple concerning ends, one taking priority for now. A man elsewhere defiling lives, proceeding towards his research. A worsening threat, needing to quell him soon. The demon's eyes on the one from the past, a way to close some loose ends.

Shortly walking up to them, soon before the individual. The leviathan and iguana watching the two, Maria curiously tilting her head. That turning Seraph, her awareness on the Iconoclast's intention.

"Cyra, that is your name." The one from the present calmly extending her hand.

The young woman alarmingly stepping back, this person knowing her name. Two in an abyss reflecting one another, their gentle eyes on the other. Both understanding each other, these simply flowing sentiments.

The maiden's eyes to the girl, remembering them referring her to their mother. Shifting her vision to the two animals, those creatures familiar with her. The entity shortly calming herself, faintly smiling.

"We are the same huh..." Stepping forward, shaking the Iconoclast's hand.

"Yes, we are, one of my enemies targeted you. For now though, he will have to wait. Do you mind assisting me with a problem?" the demon moving back a bit, her hand on her waist.

Two hearts before the other, their different time periods. A chance for one from the present, these many choices in her hands. Wanting a difference, her increasing feelings.

Someone desiring for the old days, a possibility to set things in a new direction. Yet, something within her pulling her away from it. These swirling emotions, its feverish might burning within her.