A night of endlessness, horrors lurking within its depths. Selfishness persisting, embracing imperfections. One from the deepest of abyss awakening once again, innumerable fearing her. Devouring Wrath, her direction of clearness. Hair reaching long, shining its brilliant gold. Eyes of crimson, armor of aurum, that velvet cape of nobility extending down the lower half of her back. Souls supporting her, combatting fiends. Connecting points, many angles to her awareness. Sinisterness of a presence, stopping by an intersection. Gazing to her left, trailing her vision up the stairway. Redness of the carpet, bodies mounting on the walls. Thickness of the stench of blood, facing in the direction. Ascending the path, making her way down the hallway. Shadows glaring at her, moving along the sides.

Rushing at her, swiftness of her movements. Striking through, standing straight. Calmness from her, equipping Rebellion to the lower half of her back. Spilling blood of her foes, flying parts of their bodies. This intensifying influence, following it. The scent of fire to her senses, strangeness of it. Finding herself before a massive door, a sigil of the royal family upon it. Gripping the handles, pushing it open. Flames scorching the inside, burning paintings. Debris breaking away, that throne seat engulfing in its harshness. An elderly man at the front, clothing of the church.

"Welcome, Iconoclast." His hands behind his back.

"So, you were the one I was sensing." She moves ahead.

Mysteries of the night, those within its presence. A moon bleeding its crimson light, casting down on countless. Acknowledgment of the presence of one, an entity born underneath it. A curse of an existence, eternally residing after the setting sun. Blackness of the heart, a resolve powerfully extending. Yearning to grasp what is within, a simple wish. Refusing to endure, unleashing sentiments. Desires existing in her, a wrong in righting no less one of them. Her wish in returning to her happiest days, this of most importance. Stopping a few feet in front of the cardinal, carefulness of her.

"I must thank you. If not for your weakness, Raiser would have been almost impossible to deal with." His faint smile.

"Hades, the Magi's, and you. This was all a coordinated effort." Her hand upon her waist.

"I suppose there is no point in hiding it." That cardinal turning, gazing to the picture of the king above the throne seat.

Efforts with each other, commonality of a goal. A piece in a raging tide, a tipping point towards madness. Chaos ensuing, screaming of numerous. Souls desiring for freedom, an entity seeking after what is within. Softness inside, extending a hand to others. A great wrong, wanting in correcting it. A world in ruin, those reaching for their own way. Naturalness of this, willingness in committing atrocities. Tears in an abyss of loneliness, one steadily awakening, bringing demise in the wake of her despair. Connecting fragments, this person before her, his role in it.

"This was no easy feat to accomplish, that is for certain." Sternness of her gaze.

"Indeed, it required efforts from two sides. Then on top of this, your involvement was a must." Glancing back to her.

"Because of the power I hold in me, correct?" folding her arms.

"At least you are aware." Facing her.

Playing along in their hand, not in awareness on it. Those requiring her, unleashing a night of eternity. Her fault in it all, that power residing inside of her. Despising it, loathing the battlefield. Wanting times of old, her path towards her wish. Trampling on others, sentiments of powerfulness. Enemies in the dusk, those no more than victims. Bringing them along, some of the living, others of the dead. Souls within her, each giving her support. A wrong of massiveness, kindness of many. Blackness secreting from the man, that young woman feeling it. His increasing pressure, the intensifying heat. Falling debris, rubble crashing around her.

"A devil from the NetherWorld, one who lost everything. Your desire for what is no more, that awakening your power. Even so, at times your will becomes weak, and you doubt yourself." Calmness of his tone.

"If you believe I will suddenly have second thoughts. I hate to disappoint, but I am far too close to look back."

"Even now, you are willing to use the lives of even your own comrades to seek out your wish. Still, not like I do not understand." His hand on his chin.

Selfishness of deepness, embracing her imperfections. Her path over her years, becoming the Bringer of Demise. A night of eternity, racing through its horrors. Befriending many, enemies joining in arms with her. Lives in her hands, willingness in using them. Those backing her in this, emotions aligning. Rising to her challenges, giving hope onto others. Her despair within, resisting its harshness. Pushing onward, finding herself again. Decisiveness of her, this foe before her. His part in it all, everything connecting. This wave of misfortune, a plan from multiple angles.

"And now that you have what you wish for. What do you plan to do next?" gripping the handle of her blade.

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"I plan to devour you. With the power of the Iconoclast, the worlds will all fall into my hands." Expanding his arms, determination of his smile.

Refusing in stopping, those going further. Never changing of this, learning from perseverance. Wanting a wish of simpleness for herself, forcing against the reason of others. Each proceeding in their own way, her path of similarity. Essentialness of power, this of the deciding factor. Trueness of it, this forever remaining. Despising conflict, endlessness of her tragedies. Meeting her challenges, this of another one. One wanting in devouring her, seeking her strength. Encircling blackness, her attention around her. Darkness sealing them in, that intensifying fire. His staff in view, floating above. Gazing down at her, certainty in going onward.

"I know much about you. How you brought demise to the gods, a marvelous power that brought ruin to all of our worlds. Yet so wasted, on someone who doesn't even want it." Strictness of him.

"If you know this much, then you should know why I despise it. This power has brought me nothing but sorrow! My birth has brought me nothing but agony!" her blade afar.

"And that is why, despite your hatred for it. You knew it was your only way to claim what you want for yourself." Calmness of him.

Tiring in living in bondage, seeking the sky of endlessness. A way in doing so, embracing what is within. Awakening to a power of grandness, steadily growing it. Loathing it, those welling emotions. Her building hatred, differences of two sides. One of innocence, the other of malice, both reflecting her. Seeking power, times of doubt. Vulnerability of her, a companion constantly racing after her. Pursuing her path, unwillingness in relenting. This cardinal knowing much, knowledgeable of an individual. Heinousness of his actions, drawing her further into despair.

"Indeed, and when this is over. I will put away my arms, only taking it up when I need to do so."

"Hmph, what a waste. As I said, I will devour you, and take your power for myself!" his widening gaze.

Differences of methods, those seeking power. One despising it, another relishing in it. A night of endlessness, horrors in the dusk. Roaming monsters, those fearing the Iconoclast. An entity bringing demise in the wake of her despair, a Countdown to Ruin. Nearing completion, this foe before her. Those racing around the burning room, falling rubble. Debris crashing below, scorching the carpets. Pieces of statues about, blackness surrounding the young woman. Compressing into her, violently releasing. Enduring this assault, blood streaming down the side of her face. Appearing behind her, pressing his staff into her neck.

"Your reluctance to use your power will be your end. You are quite powerful, but a fool nonetheless."

Those continuously persisting, drawing her deeper into this nightmare. Walking in an abyss of blackness, mirrors surrounding her. Tears inside of loneliness, none hearing her. A light of faintness, these building sentiments. Yearning for it, those wings of shakiness. Highness of emotions, darkness secreting from her body. Increasing pressure, balls of negativity in front of her. Glancing back to the elderly man, those eyes of madness. Gripping the staff, forcing against this influence. That attack harshly releasing, smoke filling the area. Blocking out the intensity, that man resting his vision ahead. Eyes of redness glaring from the shadows, that entity lunging forward. Dispersing smoke, that maiden scraping her sword along the land. Clashing against the staff of the man, heaviness of the impact.

"If it is ruin you seek, then I will bring about it. None will stop my path." Her solemn tone.

"If you do so this time, will your psyche be able to take it? Or will you run once more?" strictness of him.

"This time, I will not flee. What I have done is unforgivable, but that is in the past." Calmness from her.

Shifting in her, this person before him. Two sides of the same, one of innocence, another of malice. Harmonious to each other, embracing this. Her eyes piercing through him, his unsettling heart. Her rising strength, pushing against him. Breaking away, slightly moving to his right. Her blade narrowly missing him, crashing into the ground. Rubble flying into the air, her vision fixating on him. Rushing at him, that cardinal slamming his staff into the ground. Waves of darkness rushing through, crushing against her. Blasting her afar, hitting her through a pillar. Her sword staking down beside her, that man descending on her. Those eyes meeting with the other, negativity tearing away at her right arm. Massiveness of its expansion, that shadowy claw of a dragon revealing. Clashing against his weapon, her pulsing veins.

"I have had enough of my life being dictated by another..." Lowering her head, crushing his weapon.

Chaining in shackles, her voice of silence. Frustrating of this, loneliness for longness. Those never fading sentiments, constantly branding upon her. Haziness of her memories, yet the sinister smiling of one becoming clearer. Her wish within, commonality of it. Desiring times of old, wanting those days of joy again. Closeness of her, individuals pulling the strings in her existence. Opposing the rationality of them, those welling feelings. That cardinal releasing his weapon, the young woman lunging at him. Grabbing his neck, holding him high with her other hand, tossing aside his staff. Hatred expressing from her gaze, blackness surrounding her, devouring his influence.

"I command my own life, my own path. If you wish to see the horrors of power, then similarly to yourself. I will devour you and show you!" her harsh voice.

Crying star, one once in happiness. Smallness of the time, agony of her existence. Her birth of a curse, infinite potential residing within. Not wishing for it, wanting something else. Bondage for years, a way in escaping. Grasping it, awakening to what is inside. Steadily building her way, creating her own direction. Steering her wheel, individuals trying to dictate her life. Finding her way, proceeding as herself. Softness at her depths, this eternally remaining. Her tone to that elderly man, his trembling gaze. Raising her claw, those pulsing veins. Gripping his head with it, crushing down on his skull. Shrilling of him, that voice echoing through. Darkness tearing away at him, consuming those flames with them. Turning into energy of blackness, flowing into her body. That fire no more, ash throughout the room. That seal going away, her arm reverting to normal. Her hand to her chest, slightly looking down.

Selfish I am, I know. Atrocities I have committed, all for my deepest desire. Even so, I will continue pushing, until I achieve what I wish for most. I am almost there, so...if you can trust in me my friends, then please do so for a bit longer...