A suspicious individual, not trusting her. Steadily opening, a princess shining light onto his black path. Innocence in this miserable realm, widening her view, that one doing the same for him. Their pleasant interactions, a guard to her. His meaningless assignment, yearning to reach her. Nearing her, witnessing her pain. Loud howling in the night, ceasing his movements. The stagnant air, his eyes on his surroundings. A thick crimson mist rolling in, black werewolves rushing out from the depths. Enemies around him, six of them, those growling foes.

"You lot...you're attracted to the energy Luna is giving off...!"

Needing to reach the princess, her terrible state. These nearing enemies, drawing towards her energy. His attention to her, the struggling young woman. Little time on his hands, having to get her medicine. His growing fear, his quickly beating chest. Encountering numerous over his years, different shades of individuals. This miserable realm, his increasing fury. Innocence existing, those trampling on it. Refusing to give in, opposing this reason before him.

"Dammit...I don't have time for this..."

Wandering in blackness, his path before him. Silencing his enemies, proceeding with his purpose. Racing after a faint light, yearning for betterment. His sister requiring it, two in a terrible realm. Accepting its cruelty, witnessing atrocities. Containing his disgust, a condition of his job. Keeping quiet, getting his payment. No longer remaining silent, his blade afar. Glaring at his opponents, his left thumb towards himself. His mighty stance, betting on a gamble.

"Come on! I dare ya! Come right at me!"

Projecting his confidence, his firm posture. Taunting his opponents, the surroundings burning in his aura. Unease from the werewolves, growling at him. Glaring into his eyes, these beasts slowly moving away, standing straight, glancing to each of his enemies. Distancing themselves from him, his cold piercing eyes. Building his reputation, wounds detailing his efforts. Commanding the battlefield, unleashing his resolve. Shouting what is within, this disgusting situation. Steadying himself, one to his mind, yearning to reach her.

"Good, if you value your lives, you will keep moving." Walking towards Luna.

The cold night, enemies in the shadows. This great dilemma on him, his careful steps. His vision on his foes, those growling at him. Steadily backing away from him, his indimiatiing presence. Little time on his hands, his quickly beating chest. Worrying about failure, a solution in his possession. Those fleeing beasts, his moment to act. Racing forward, running along his black path. Reaching for the princess, shortly arriving at her. Kneeling to her, his hand on her shoulder.

"Luna, it's okay. I have some medicine here, it will work on devil sickness as well." His assuring voice, taking out an herb.

Fortunately coming across it, intending it for another. An innocent one needing it, making his decision. His grim dilemma, finding his way in blackness. His ill views, sharing it with another. Her light brightening his direction, this persist individual, experiences paving a new path. That object in her line of sight, the crimson and black markings. Her enormous pain, her dreadful vision.

"B—but...that is for your...sister..." Her shaky voice.

Coming across valuable medicine, an answer to his troubles. Possessing one, his willingness to give it to another. Coldly living, pushing out others. Building his title over the years, witnessing cruelty. An innocent individual entering into his life, brightening his black world. This pure existence, not concerning with her health. Refusing to allow her to succumb to a monstrosity in her body, time still in his hands.

"Don't worry, I'll find another somewhere..." Gently assuring her.

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Proceeding down his path, this faint light in the abyss. His many reflecting experiences, those soundings cries. Countless suffering, pushing onward in this madness. A pure one coming into his life, extending her guiding hand. Eyes from the shadows, the mercenary ignoring them. The chilling breeze, the terrible stench. Thickening malevolence, this confusing him. That still princess, her vision shifting to blood red. Unease from him, a cold feeling rushing down his spine.

"Luna...?" hesitancy from him, his hand to her.

Struggling from her, reaching out a hand to him. Malice rushing through her body, manifesting into physical form. His widening eyes, his quickly beating chest. Her transforming arm, a crimson claw, this alarming situation. Striking at him, narrowly dashing away. Colliding into the ground, an imprint on the land. Unease from the mercenary, rising to his feet. A deplorable plan by a king, its monstrous effect. Medicine in his grasp, a way to save her. Fearing the worst, cherishing their time together.

"Luna! Just hold out!" his desperate voice.

Eyes leering from the shadows, this grim moment. The swaying blades of grass, the rustling leaves around. Silence over his years, passing along countless. Holding in his displeasure, completing his tasks. One entering into his life, shining light on his black path. Suspecting her at first, their growing bond. His attention onward, that princess rising to her feet. Fear deep in her vision, the sickening air. The chilling breeze, intensifying by the second. Swarming darkness, this enveloping her.

"I—I can't...! What's happening to me...?!"

Her trembling eyes, pain surging through her body. Excruciatingly screaming out, malevolence spiraling around her, the mercenary motioning towards her. Experiences from the past, witnessing this a few times. His many jobs, the horrifying outcomes. Containing his sentiments, progressing in his way. Meeting a strange one, a nice individual. His ill views, that one widening his vision, her guiding hand in an abyss of blackness. Trying to reach her, not wanting this ending. His hasty chest, his sounding voice.

"Luna!!!"

Roaming in darkness, his lonely path. Distrusting others, witnessing cruelty. Biting his tongue, allowing atrocities. Payment of his way, these natural occurrences. His rising reputation, surpassing his challenges. His desperate situation, accepting a suspicious job. Escorting a high one, his shifting view. This dilemma in front of him, his voice in the night. Malice rapidly overtaking her, infusing into the princess. Her expanding body, her dark and pale skin. Twin claws pulsing crimson, horns of a devil, an arch-demon. That mercenary slightly pulling away, his trembling gaze.

"Luna..." His dreadful tone.

Failing to reach her, her transformation at completion. The blood of a demon, its monstrous results. A horrible realm, commodities of individuals. Mistrusting others, holding in sentiments. His cold direction, yet yearning for something else. Finding a way, walking along it. A blissful moment, a close one slipping out of his hands. Lowering his head, his frustratingly shaking fists. This powerless feeling, unable to save her. His brewing hatred, agony tormenting him. Aching within, that princess ahead of him. This dreadful night, emotions endlessly flowing within it.

What kind of madness is this...? Turning my blade on her...? Rangald...King of Xia...you will pay, you bastard...!

Despairing his path, directing his blade at her. Those planning an atrocity, not noticing it. Orders from a king, pieces on the board. A bright individual, innocence in a terrible realm. A world continuously taking, his deep anger, his binding soul. Chains shackling him, wanting to break free. Those in the battlefield, cruelty constantly displaying.

"Luna...sorry...I just wish...I could have taken you around the city like you wanted..." His disheartening voice.

Their different worlds, each within their own. One stepping out, descending below, extending her hand. Their growing bond, a promise to a pure one. Unable to keep it, his dreadful eyes, that beast in front of him. Moving towards him, illusions in her steps. Her horrific transformation, his great agony. Glancing to his right, the princess appearing beside him. Slightly pulling away, her claw narrowly missing his face. Following up, homing in on him. Vertically motioning his blade, blocking her strike. Pushing against him, feeling her frightening power. His trembling body, something not right, her weak strength.

"Luna...you're...holding back...I see now..." Lowering his head, his shaking sword.

Her remaining heart, her body not her own. Resisting its influence, not wishing to harm him. Their little time, cherishing it. Innocence in a terrible realm, those taking advantage of others. This horrible display, learning more each passing day. Her conscience still intact, a painful scenario for him, a princess yearning for release. Pleading to him, a difficult decision for him, his awareness on his path.

"Fine then...I will release you from your torment..."