Endlessly flowing streams, his lingering doubts. A man walking in a black abyss, shortly ceasing his movements. His path without light, unable to find a direction forward. Filling with sorrow, these surrounding tides. Washing him away in its force, that man trying to resist. Sinking below the surface, arms reaching in. His weak vision, two familiar ones. Grabbing his hand, pulling him above. Darkness around him, the mercenary on his knee. Luna and Serenity before him, their faint smile on him. His attention behind them, Cyra folding her arms.

"So, you never left goddess." Calmly rising to his feet.

"There is light in the deepest of darkness, what is your path?" her gentle gaze on him.

Her great sorrow, constantly persevering. Leaving behind a lesson, her branding actions. One born underneath the crimson light, growing in a lawless realm. Associating herself as a demon, those identifying her in many ways. Not caring for this, reaching out her hand. Her soft heart, giving a chance onto others. A choice for the mercenary, a path to choose. Michael looking away, thinking on his route. An eternal torment in his direction, victory not mattering. A man tiring of this, wanting to rest from the madness.

"Hey, goddess...can you promise me one thing...?" his slightly serious tone, looking at her.

A hundred, a thousand, a million? What is the point...?

Luna and Serenity concerning with him, his unsettling tone. That entity noticing it, their meeting visions. Those finding their way through harsh trials, enduring countless cruelty. No longer willing to endure, clashing against others, shouting their souls. Steadily falling into blackness, racing towards a dim light. A heart feverishly resisting, yearning for something more. These natural sentiments, nothing else remaining. A way to go forward, wishing to meet two again.

"Michael...? What are you saying...?" unease within Luna.

"Brother...?" Serenity's hesitant voice, her hands to her chest.

Roaming through darkness, wandering in loneliness. Pushing onward, his long silence. Shouting what is within, a revealing path. His great sorrow, rage fueling his way. Stopping for a moment, thinking on his direction. Nothing even in success, a fugitive to countless. A leaf in a storm, witnessing horrible occurrences over his years. A valuable one with him, his purpose to continue onward. Meeting another, both slipping out of his hands. These painful memories, the demon relating to this. Feeling his dread, that beating within his chest, his agony.

"What is it?" Cyra's soft voice.

"Can you guarantee the rulers are no more? Not the common people, let them guide the future towards betterment." Folding his arms.

Selfish this is, I know. Powerless I am alone, but this is what I can do in the least...

A mercenary serving this kingdom, taking on numerous jobs, everything contributing to its path. His own fault in some of it, this burden constantly with him. Unable to do more, remaining on the side. Witnessing cruelty, those struggling to survive. People no different from himself, having to trample on them. Leadership of the problem, a way to free them. This small action, wanting to push things forward a bit. That devil thinking for a moment, considering his bold request.

"That much I can grant you." Gesturing her hand to him.

Real colors, those releasing it in the presence of power. Crushing down others, stomping on the hopes and dreams of numerous. Seeing it over her years, once a victim of it herself. That young woman rising above it, her feverish emotions, returning even stronger. Stepping on the domain of the gods, damning the worlds. Her pure feelings, shouting her soul. The devastating result, crushing the realms. Creating infinite possibilities, becoming the true enemy. Her soft heart, his existence reflecting the fruits of her efforts. Her words setting him to ease, his gentle gaze on her.

"Thanks..."

There is nothing left for me here, and that is fine...I did enough...

Flowing sentiments, actions over his years. Scars on his body, experiences branding on him. Carrying them, cries constantly to his awareness. Not able to do more, his life dictating by his need for money. Those no more than pieces, moving them in place. Lying to himself, no longer doing so, acknowledging his faults. Faintly smiling, looking towards Serenity, then Luna. Confusion from the two, horror shortly coming to their eyes. This comforting blackness, a light steadily surrounding him. Shrugging, tossing aside his massive sword. This shocking the two, that mercenary taking out a dagger.

"I will be seeing you two soon...wait for me...Luna...—" directing the weapon at his chest.

"—Michael! Don't!" Luna and Serenity desperately pleading.

Living with this for years, proceeding in his path. His stabbing guilt, his sister aiding him through it. Concerning with her, persistently pushing onward. Staining his hands for wealth, living on the battlefield, ignoring the cries of others. His hatred for the world, his true words within. Steadily coming out, none other in the living. His choice towards this, wanting to continue elsewhere. Two close individuals on the other side, these presence around him in the darkness. Plunging the dagger through his heart, everything slowly fading away. His body falling to the ground, his powerful desire.

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"Michael!!!" Luna and Serenity screaming out.

Rangald, this is not over...not yet...

Choosing his path, refusing to play into the hands of another. Nothing else remaining, sins carrying on his shoulders. Accepting it, a way towards a better morrow. Holding onto this faint hope, believing in his chance. Suffering throughout his days, wanting his deepest desire. Cyra understanding this, witnessing his final moments. Those with her trembling in horror, that individual's soul breaking free of his chains. Revealing in his spiritual form, his presence before them. His eyes on the entity, Agni in his hand.

"Very well, I shall accept your answer. Now then, you will all enter into a Demon Contract with me."

"A demon huh, better than serving that one down there. Let's get this over with, and go finish up." Michael faintly smiling.

"Heh..." Cyra looking away a bit.

Binding in shackles, yearning for the endless sky. Years in bondage, silence for a long time. Refusing to endure, her powerful sentiments. Ripping away those confinements, rising to the challenges. Her feverish emotions, those learning of it. Branding her image, many following this guidance. Her soft heart, extending a hand to numerous. Once in loneliness, wandering in a black abyss. Sinking below, hands reaching in, pulling her to the surface. Invoking the contract, a black pentagram, an ancient seal on it. Each agreeing, their gratefulness to her. That young woman shortly materializing, the king's vision on her. Watching her descend in front of him, her presence unnerving him. Touching down, her calm gaze on him.

"So, the fool decided to take his own life..." Rangald slightly frowning.

Conflicting hearts, those following their direction. Uncertainty at times, yet having to believe in their way. Living in torment, continuously pushing onward. They're guiding selfishness, clashing against the reason of others. Forcing forward, shouting what is with. Crying souls, many wanting to do more. These natural emotions, their deep sins, that faint light shining on their path. Unease in the king, his attention on the entity. Raising Reviver, that brightly shining weapon, its warm light washing over the room. The man's trembling gaze, this harsh pressure crushing down around him.

"My comrades, to my side." Her calm voice.

This pure energy, three steadily coming into view. Taking into physical form, descending behind the young woman. One able to command the dead, a weapon of old. That Seraph behind her, her divine wings wrapping around the demon. Urging her onward, both faintly smiling at the other. This presence always with her, protecting her. Never ending problems, different views lining the way. Opposing the rationality of each other, some coming to an understanding. That fading angel, shortly leaving the battlefield.

"L—Luna..." Rangald's shaking voice.

Betrayal by a loving hand, a pawn no more to his end. A piece on a board, his true intention. Her small view, one widening her horizon, bearing witness to cruelty. Her naivety at first, her innocent heart. A bond between two, their happiness for a bit. Everything slipping away, rage consuming the person remaining. Secrets hiding away, atrocities by her father. Gazing at him, disappointment from the princess, aching within her.

"Father...I am ashamed to have been raised here..." Sadness from her.

Death being the beginning, those existing elsewhere. One guiding them, a hand in blackness. Reaching for the slimmest light, grasping it. Shining it onto others, understanding their sorrows. Living it herself, her never ending conflict. These connecting sentiments, her soft heart. An entity above others, her efforts over the years. Descending to a miserable realm, a human drawing her attention. Serenity pointing at the king, standing on her side. Her furious gaze, her tormenting memories. Her brother sacrificing much, working a fair hand, a man betraying him.

"You...it's your fault my brother had to work so hard. He gave everything for you, and you stabbed him in the back." Her hateful voice.

"I did what I had to do..." Rangald stepping away.

Lamenting waves, forcing against its harshness. Enduring cruelty, withstanding its madness. Wanting simpleness, those taking more. A repetitive cycle, hearts speaking what is inside. Refusing to remain in silence, breaking their shackles, spreading their wings. Taking flight, wanting the endless sky. These displaying emotions, that mercenary with them. Wrongs in his life, questioning his stance. Witnessing atrocities, unable to do anything. His ill views, containing it. Not able to keep it in anymore, his current position.

"In that case, then we are doing what we must as well." Michael's blade afar.

An entity once closing off her heart, burning in agony. Sorrow over the years, yearning for the nigh impossible. Racing in blackness, her lonely path. Silence for a long time, eventually refusing to endure any longer. Breaking free, shouting what is within. Time going by, hands reaching in, pulling her to the surface. Standing on her side, directing Reviver onward. The staff of the Seraph, a valuable weapon. Her current job, maintaining balance. These infinite possibilities, bearing witness to developments, her efforts reflecting this.

"Rangald, annihilation is your punishment." Her calm tone.

"We'll see, goddess." Expanding his arms.

Opposing hearts, those seeking what is inside. Trampling on others, their powerful desires. Selfishness guiding them, a soft entity embracing this. Her gentle hand touching countless, numerous coming to her aid, pulling her from her despair. Her gratefulness to them, her truly returning smile. The chilling surroundings, an icy mist spreading through, surrounding everyone. Three bracing themselves, their unease by the magic. That devil calmly residing there, emitting a warm light. The steadily fading fog, this blissful experience.

"What in the world?!" Rangald shockingly stepping away.

These burning feelings, following its flowing streams. Running along its endless length, carrying deep beliefs. Words from old, continuously holding onto them. Her never leaving pain, her nightmarish horrors. Quietness for years, shackles binding her. Wings yearning to soar, eventually breaking free. Her shaky state, walking in darkness. Memories eternally with her, her companions attention on her. This surprising occurrence, wondering on the depths of her power. An entity only stepping on the battlefield when it is necessary, this person now displaying her strength.

"Even if one walks in blackness, there is light in the deepest of darkness." Her sharp crimson eyes.