Two walking in an abyss, one with an uncertain road. Her many paths, the decisions to come along the numerous routes. The individual from the present, her wandering mind.
These growing sentiments, seeing a way to a different actuality. The shortly opening door, everyone's attention to the front. The once supreme deity at the entrance, his red hair, those eyes reflecting the ocean.
Someone wearing armor reflecting his beliefs, a person doing his best to grant the Iconoclast her wish. That god standing there, trying to process the reality of two Cyra's.
"Hey doc, sign me up for another session. My life insurance does not cover two devil women..." His eyes to the iguana.
The creature giving him a thumbs up, soon making note of an appointment in a notebook. Close hearts from the old days, a bond extending to the current day. A mischievous demon, someone embracing what is inside her. Tormenting him, relishing in the simplest activities.
A person steadily returning, seeing her more with the passing days. The maiden looking to the Iconoclast, witnessing her shaking her head in disbelief. That god walking forward, shortly standing before the two. His hands defensively to his chest, Maria and the leviathan pitying him.
"You did not trick me, and we are not having an extended Halloween, right..?" the deity's unease.
A demon's love for the event, someone taking it far. Blanketing the worlds in an eternal night, embracing in its horrific bliss. Sweeping her partner away in it, wishing to enjoy it with him.
His heart unable to bear it, a deity constantly trying to escape it. The Iconoclast giggling a bit, soon assuring him. Her hand to her chest, stepping back a bit.
"Valor, it turns out that there has been a tear in time. I strongly suspect it was Elrich Velzar's doing. This Cyra is most likely from the time during the days of our endless adventures." The Iconoclast's soft voice.
"Why does this universe hate me...? I love animals...!" Valor covering his face in dismay.
"Excuse me?" the two Cyra's humorless vision on him.
Two from different times, these purely flowing feelings. Both embracing in simple bliss, wishing to relish in an endless adventure. A deity's trouble, having his hands full with one.
The girl looking at them, feeling some sympathy for the once supreme god. Those animals sitting down, both getting an idea on the situation. These few in this place, each linking in the current actuality.
"How bad did you torture him?" the maiden pressing her index finger to her chin.
"Somewhere around a hundred out of ten?" the Iconoclast gesturing her head to the demon.
"Seems like something I will do hehe." The one from the past giggling.
"Hey doc, double my session..." Valor looking to the iguana.
A demon steadily returning, someone embracing in her old behavior. A mischievous person seeking out adventures, freely soaring in the sky. Two in one actuality, the deity fearing them tag teaming him.
The iguana barking, giving him a thumbs up. An animal taking up a job, helping the god through his difficulties. A bond connecting from the young woman, this individual linking many together, wrapping them in her warmth.
"Anyway, I will deal with Elrich Velzar later. For now, there is a concern in Vanaheim to deal with." The Iconoclast positioning her arms in a thinking posture.
An increasing threat, a mage targeting the young woman in a different time. Unable to allow this any longer, her intention to shortly deal with him. That maiden from long ago, a person existing in a happier time.
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The Iconoclast's hasty heart, thinking on the possibility to set a new course. One embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, withstanding her agony, reaching for the light at the end of her sorrow. Those few soon heading out, making their way to Vanaheim.
Passing the many lands, the crimson moon shining down its light on the grassy field. From a distance, a civilization rapidly advancing. Thick walls stretching like a fort, in the back a massive castle standing tall.
The people at an unrest, many opposing the invading forces. Vanir's turning into frightening beasts, their great rampage. Thick muscles, their spiky armor. Panic everywhere, elites running in, aiding others in the chaos.
In the throne room of the castle, great damage everywhere, fire spreading in the place. Those ancient murals detailing along the walls, a legend from old. One eternally devouring, an old friend forever following the individual. A woman with a demonic, shadowy claw of a dragon.
The queen against a few enemies, her hair tying back, representing the land. Those eyes reflecting the sun, someone wearing pure armor. The person's serious vision on her targets, directing her blade at the beasts. Massive humanoid lions and wolves, their hatred towards her.
"When will you wake up? The Nine Worlds will never know peace unless the Iconoclast is no more!" a lion's angry voice.
"As a result, you disrupt the peace yourselves. The Iconoclast has no interest in war or conflict, your actions are what continuously forces her into battle." Eres' sharp voice.
A soft heart despising the battlefield, the young woman's desire for a simple existence. A curse branding on her at birth, stripping everything away from her.
Eventually refusing to remain silent, selfishly forcing onward. A soul wrapping others in her warmth, carrying their hopes and dreams, bringing forward miracles.
An intense fire burning from the queen, her greatly increasing pressure. Her enormous blade radiating an intense aura, its immensely displaying fury.
Eres' eyes on her comrades on the ground, life no longer in them. Their weapons spreading along the floor, this sickening sight to her. Extending her sword afar, her determination to end the rebellion.
"Time and time and again, constantly repeating the same mistakes. The Iconoclast granted us the miracle of a future with endless possibilities, and so I will uphold it." The queen glaring at them.
A demon's path, someone opposing the All-Father, taking the battle to the realm of the gods. A devil nearing her deepest desire, selfishly pursuing her goal.
Choosing to become the true enemy, damning the worlds in her feverish emotions. An individual shattering the endless cycle, creating infinite possibilities.
A raging inferno surrounding Eres, her sharp eyes on the beasts stepping back, their clear unease. Readying their massive weapons, the queen lunging forward. Swiftly striking, passing through them.
Those enemies devastation, glancing behind. Turning to her targets, immediately barraging them with a flurry of attacks in every direction.
Shortly launching an uppercut, sending them flying into the air. The person soon facing away, a powerful explosion ripping through the area, her opponents lifelessly falling to the ground.
"Cyra...you are going to owe me a lot for these damages. Though, first thing is first, dealing with this madness..." Eres frowning.
Countless scorning the Bringer of Demise, believing her to be a curse. Raising their arms against her, wishing to silence her. The entity's warm hand to others, linking many together.
Their efforts to aid her, refusing to allow their progress to go away. From the city, a few arriving. Two from the past and present, Valor standing behind them.
The leviathan and iguana lending their assistance, not wishing for anymore madness. Many bodies piling around, disarray everywhere. Numerous people noticing their arrival, their clear shock, seeing two Iconoclasts. The surrounding beasts shifting to their direction, those trembling eyes from the foes.
"Why are they so afraid...?" the maiden positioning her arms in a thinking posture.
"Apparently you left everyone quaking in their booths a few times, especially in the last war. Two of you are practically overkill." Valor folding his arms.
"Clear out!" the Iconoclast's hand on her waist, glaring at the enemies.
A long history, these branding sentiments. The one from the past feeling it, her many damning actions. Her sad eyes, shortly moving forward.
That young woman looking to her, seeing the maiden acting on the moment. Eyes carrying the same ferocity, their hand on their waist. This demon pushing forward, spreading her wings, flying far from the abyss.
"This is your last warning! Leave at once!" the devil commanding.
"I suppose they are not aware, that this one is from a time before she gained great power..." Valor's hand to his chin.
Levi and Fernandez glaring at the surrounding enemies, this hostile place underneath the bleeding light. The Iconoclast, an entity damning the worlds, scarring her emotions into countless.
A demon amassing power far beyond countless, feverishly pushing towards her goal. Unable to handle a second one, the quickly retreating foes. The group soon looking ahead, seeing the burning castle.
"Eres...!" Valor's unease.
A woman coming in his time of need long ago, giving him a place to belong. Concerning with her, the deity racing to the location. An infuriating sight, someone saving him on a certain day.
A rebellion going far, upending peace in their wrath. Madness around every corner, screams filling the area. Having to end the insanity, this painful occurrence.
"Eres...?" the maiden walking onward.