Chaos over the seas, torment throughout the land. Horror along each end, fiends lurking in the shadows. War raging far, an entity from the heavens descending. Insecurities deep within, seeking what is beyond her grasp. Deception from the Lord of Darkness, an old friend coming to her aid. Two battling the Dark Lord, victory for a moment. Foolishness in their acceptance, an ambush upon the angel. Splitting into two, halves of innocence and malice. Desperation of the situation, that companion sending the one of purity afar, facing the threat alone. Memories going away, chasing her other half. Finding her way into the town, combatting those of the night. An incubus of uselessness, frustration at her core.

Chilling the wind is, thickness of the air. Mist of crimson rolling in, heart at an unrest, armor of gold shimmering underneath the light of the crimson moon. That velvet cape of nobility on the lower half of her back, flowing in the intensifying wind, eyes of redness gazing onward. Shaking of the land, stepping away, her blonde hair racing in the immensity. Unrest within her vision, a void forming from in front of the gate. Smaller animals scurrying along, malice draining their lives. Some tiny ones falling to the ground, a metallic staff rising. Closely fixating her eyes, her blade defensively forward. Robe of blackness, vision covering in cloth. Hair of the abyss, a halo behind his back.

"Dasco..."

"Oh how long I have been waiting for this opportunity, Cyra..." He states more seriously.

Pressure of intensity, divinity surging through. A night of mystery, those of powerfulness revealing themselves. Weakness at the moment, a foe of greatness. A threat of severity, her staff not within her possession. One going so far, actions of foolishness. Horror over the realm of the humans, a deity presenting himself before her. Raising his staff, pounding the hilt down into the ground. A massive force ripping through the area, crashing against the angel. Resisting the influence, narrowly keeping her ground. Darkness swirling high, divinity merging with it.

"Time and time and again I try to pass judgment on you, but that damn god kept getting in the way..." He calmly speaks.

"I do not understand...why would Valor protect me from you?" she confusingly responds.

"There is so much you do not remember, but that does not exonerate you from your crimes." He gazes into the moon.

Sins of deepness, secrets residing inside of the past. An enemy of grandness, one yearning in passing judgment upon the young woman. Unsettling the situation is, memories hiding away. A deity protecting her from this foe, crimes over the years. Wishing in knowing of them, fear at her depths. Torment upon the world of the humans, this no less one of innumerable. Blood flowing through, her heart rate intensifying. Energy of grandness, an enemy far above her standing. That will in opposing, her resolve igniting. Vision slightly more serious, that mysterious foe sealing them in an arena.

"My sins may be great, but I shall not die here, not until I right this wrong..." She softly responds.

"As much as I would like to believe your words, I cannot, so forgive me for this." He extends his staff.

Two meeting on the battlefield, one wishing to know of her sins, the other in awareness. Actions of the past, unforgiving of them. A wrong of enormousness, that angel wishing in righting it. Horror on the realm of the humans, death plaguing the land. Chasing her other half, necessity to reclaim her weapon. A god before her, refusing in relenting. Selfishness far within, an entity from the deepest of abyss steadily reaching into reality. That being fading from her vision, sinking into the surrounding land. Rays of light piercing from the ground, that maiden adjusting her footing. Dashing away, rubble flying into the air. Energy in concentration. Explosions violently releasing. Blocking the intensity, skidding back upon her feet. Her vision above, that god materializing.

"I shall not allow your awakening, forever sleep, Iconoclast."

Hurling his staff towards her, pressure holding her position. That title of familiarity, pulsing of deepness. Blackness slowly leaving her body, emotions rising to the surface. Times of yore, one embracing her imperfections and selfish desires. Going so far, shouting her soul. Haziness of them, seeking the past. Two halves once whole, one of innocence, the other of malice. Softness of purity, coldness of darkness. Electricity of divinity and blackness crashing down into the maiden, shattering the surrounding land. Compression of the force, that energy violently releasing. Dasco floating in place, gazing down on the crater.

"Hmph...better to snuff out the problem in its early stage, rather than waiting until later."

One from the farthest of abyss, a legend throughout time. An entity capable of feats of grandness, numerous unable in meeting the same height. A heart once filling with love, anger consuming it. Pushing onward, grabbing hold of the nigh impossible. Challenges of greatness, continuously rising to it. Memories of haziness, resolve feverishly igniting. Vision from far above, hatred revealing to the surface. Force of intensity crushing down, Dasco alarmingly turning his attention to his enemy. Her blade raising high, eyes fixating on her target.

"Even after so long...it never ends. Fine then, I will humor you."

"Dammit...so the seal really was damaged. Hades you damn fool..." Dasco defensively holding his staff forward.

Descending upon her foe, resolve far within. One refusing in giving in, a heart from times of yore. Mysteries hiding away, that will in opposing what is reason. Smallness of the chances, a single being willing in grabbing hold. A seal upon her, that Lord of Darkness damaging it. Emotions of horridness, scars never healing. Following those feelings, speaking what is inside. Conflicting it is with her heart of gentleness, truth within it. Unwillingness in perishing, crashing her blade into the staff of the god. Force of greatness, pressure of massiveness. Intensity blasting the deity into the ground, tiles cracking around him. Homing in, that young woman rushing down at her enemy. Rising to his knee, plunging his weapon into the land. A wave washing through, stopping her movements.

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"Tch...!"

"What happened to you? You used to be a person full of love, now all I see is hatred." Dasco standing.

"That is all I have, as far as I know..."

One once filling with love, anger at her depths. Events of the past, wounds never healing. Feelings forever branding, memories of fogginess. Yearning for answers, trying to righther wrong. Sentiments of deepness, embracing her selfishness. Weakness of the past, wishing in gaining power. A word triggering a horrifying state, that will in opposing others. Changing time, trying to reclaim what is so long ago. Emotions far inside, instability of the young woman. That god extending his staff, leaping afar. Directing his weapon at her, that maiden pulling against her restraints.

"You continue to harm those around you, even without your memories." He states.

"That I do not deny, and certainly I will have to face up to what I have done. Though, not now..." She responds a bit more seriously.

A judger of those within the realms, one seeking the maiden for innumerable years. A god constantly getting in the way, protecting his companion. A foe of greatness, power far above her own. No less, resolve of deepness. One refusing in relenting, steadily rising to the challenge. A heart once on the wind, desiring for those experiences again. Wishing in righting her wrong, harming numerous in her path. Punishment no doubt down the line, that angel pushing onward. Weapons materializing for miles, each directing at the maiden. Her boiling blood, malevolence seeping out of her body.

"Farewell..."

Hitting the hilt of his staff to the ground, those innumerable weapons locking on, racing in her direction. Times of the past, answers residing in the living. Restraints of massiveness, pulling against them. Intensity of it, those assaults crashing into her. Devastation within her eyes, excruciating pain. Refusing in giving in, seriousness of her vision. Blackness burning even brighter from her, that energy of the attacks compressing, violently releasing. Rubble wildly scattering, smaller animals flying in each direction. Dasco closely looking onward, smoke steadily clearing. Body hanging low, malevolence escaping the young woman. Blood dripping to the land, shakily holding on. Eyes of crimson piercing ahead, swinging her sword afar, shattering the area. Stepping away, the god defensively aiming his staff ahead.

"The seal should still have a strong hold on you, why do you continue to resist?" he uneasily questions.

"Even if I must fight for an eternity, then so be it. I feel like there is something I must reclaim..." Her expression of coldness upon him.

One constantly rising to the challenge, enduring great pain. Aching of her body, blackness leaving her. Selfishness at her depths, yearning to reclaim something of mystery. Memories of haziness, power inside of a seal. A heart once filling with love, hatred consuming it. Loneliness over the years, sentiments of illness continuously within her presence. Resisting the influence of others, grabbing onto the faintest light. Standing upon her side, directing her sword at her foe. Eyes of seriousness, visualizing a path going forward.

"Sometimes...it is okay to be selfish..."

Speaking what is within, feelings of deepness. Force of intensity, anger fueling her. Darkness rushing in every direction, her footing slightly shifting. Bursting through the field, scraping the edge of her sword along the land. Approaching her target, crashing against his staff. Dashing around her enemy, colliding into his weapon. Her speed steadily increasing, power repeatedly rising. Turning herself, rendering her foot into his weapon. His body shaking from the impact, unrest within him. Sweeping her sword in an uppercut, shattering his staff in two, those pieces of the weapon falling to the ground. Spreading her stance, locking onto her opportunity.

"The gods foretold their demise..." She chillingly states.

His heart rate intensifying, slowly moving away. Plunging her blade into the ground, spikes of negativity rising, piercing through the god. Agony of greatness, his positioning in place. Rushing onward, crashing her sword into his body. Flipping over him, assaulting him from behind. Dashing to his side, continuing her onslaught. Racing in front of him, holding her weapon backward. Blackness intensifying, hatred deep within her. Her soul crying out, one no longer willing in staying silent. Stabbing her sword through his body, releasing the concentration of energy, cataclysmically exploding the area. Stepping back, stardust rising into the air. Bumping into someone, glancing back. Her widening eyes, happiness within them.

"Valor..."

"There was never a doubt in my mind, Cyra..."

Words resonating, calmness within. Embracing her companion, his hand upon her head. Searching through the night, fear at her depths. Those feelings of illness fading away, painfulness in the vision of the god. Allowing her a moment, knowing well that someone from the farthest of abyss is of necessity. Memories not yet of the time, a promise from days of yore. Divinity shining from his hand, that young woman losing consciousness. Holding her in his arms, kneeling to the ground, setting her down. His body steadily breaking away into a pure light, eyes of sadness upon her.

"If there is any hope, then for now it is best we stay apart..."

Desiring in remaining, unable to do so. One from the deepest of abyss of necessity, hope of slimness within them. Facing a threat of grandness, ease for a moment. Wounds upon her body, those injuries going away. Smallness of the actions, this no less the least he can do. That area repairing, smaller animals scurrying along. Some time passing, that maiden awakening. Groaning a bit, rising to her knee, her hand upon the side of her head. Looking around a bit, uncertainty on the reason for her passing out. Events beforehand not within her mind, strangeness of it. Standing up, recalling anything of worth. One searching the body of an incubus, a key not present. Her eyes ahead, that gate still in place. Shaking her head from left to right, entry into the castle of essentialness. Extending her sword, rushing onward, striking at the object. A powerful barrier repelling her, that maiden skidding back upon her feet. Shaking off the shock of it, positioning her arms in a thinking posture.

"The strength of this barrier, Hades must have put this in place to keep me out. If I can find my weapon, then I can surely shatter it." Unease from her.

Closeness in entering, a powerful influence over it. A night of horridness, mysteries residing inside of it. Disappointment of this, an outcome of expectance. Disheartening it is, nearness yet so far away. Distantly looking towards her right, shortly her attention to her left. Uncertainty in the direction in taking, confusing the endless night is. One without support, only herself. No doubt a chance in existence, that heart trying to hold strong, no matter of the trial ahead. Grimness of the situation, that faintest light guiding her way.

"I cannot tell which direction my weapon is...and Rose...she is moving around quite a lot, so it is likely she has not found it as well."

That is something too precious to give up. That is something you cannot have, Rose.

A weapon of preciousness, a gift from one of closeness. Memories of blissfulness, seeking his location. A night of horror, one resisting its influence. An entity from the farthest of abyss, that one of importance. Turning to her left, walking onward. Even if it is but a somber morrow, that young woman continuously pressing onward. No matter the sorrow, it does not mean it is hopeless. One willing in diving into the deepest of darkness, reaching out, grabbing hold of the nigh impossible. An old fire sparking anew, a resolve so far coming into reality, this being the will to oppose what is reason.

Gathering the pieces of my soul...is that even possible...? Even if it is...what I have done is unforgivable...still...I must try...