Those resisting the reason of others, proceeding in their own way. Sentiments driving their desires, their willingness to proceed. An entity from the deepest of abyss, one growing in the NetherWorld. A soft individual, everything slipping out of her hands. Eventually refusing to remain in silence, her sounding voice. Her many trials, becoming the Bringer of Demise, clashing against the weapon of the gods. Going further, that person treading on the god's domain, shouting her soul. This young woman not aware, her memories in a seal. Living in a realm far above the others, guarding the gate to heaven.
Those floating platforms connecting through chains, a tall old gate separating entry, its old igniting symbols. Someone floating there, uncertainty from her. Her long blonde hair, those crimson eyes. Wearing armor of the Nine Winged Seraph, those pure massive wings. These feelings inside of her, her increasing blackness, needing power. Others watching between dimensions, the Magi's gazing down at her. Robes covering them, seven floating in the throne room. Statues lining the walls, a place designing in their image.
"This is our opportunity, it is unlikely we will have another chance for quite a while." Bethlehem folding his arms.
"Indeed, I will head down and meet with the humans." Melchior calmly glancing to him.
"Then we will ensure to keep a connection going here." Balthasar's hand to his chin.
This aligning moment in the night, tracking the young woman's state. Needing to act, their desire in mind. Her sinister darkness, a great threat in her. Her companion not there, seven having a valuable chance. Linking their line, motioning for what is within. Waiting a long time, yearning to bring Asgard back to its glory days. Desiring to rule over all, two standing in the way. Her memories not with her, an old friend continuously protecting her. Far below, the flowing breeze in the cold dusk.
Some roaming animals, waves crashing against hills. In a loud town, bright lights to the sky. Knights on guard, inhabitants enjoying themselves. At the depths of the castle, within a massive room. An enormous pentagram stretching on the ground, the cardinal standing at the edge. An elderly man, his clothing of the church. Another behind him, Richter, a knight of the kingdom. His crimson armor, that sigil of the lion on him. His way to go forward, his ill sentiments. Choosing his path, a route to reclaim what is no more. Believing in it, his hatred for another.
"Everything is in order, how much longer do we wait?" that knight folding his arms.
"Not too much longer, Lord Melchior should be here shortly." The cardinal glancing back to him.
Each having their own reason, wanting something for themselves. A way to claim it, this powerful seal before them. An entity from old locking away a mighty beast, her power shaking the worlds. The elderly man knowing much, his studies over his years. Piecing together information, discerning fact from fiction. Earning his position, shifting the messages. Everything towards this moment, his quickly beating chest. Feeling a heavy pressure, the distorting space. Melchior appearing out of it, that closing rift. Floating in front of the two, everything on point.
"Well done. Now then, I will release the seal. We have but a short moment to act." Folding his arms.
"Then proceed with it." The cardinal nodding in agreement.
"I don't really care, so long as I reclaim what I had lost." Richter gesturing his hand onward.
Working with others, each playing a role. A seal on a beast, these pieces towards success. Gods planning the phases, steadily progressing forward. This dusk on them, waiting for their opportunity. Melchior shortly facing away from them, expanding his arms, blackness surrounding him. Pentagrams rapidly encircling the seal, sigils branding on it. His sounding voice, commanding the Lord of Darkness to rise. The concentrating negativity, shattering their confinement. An immense pressure crushing the room, Richter and the cardinal backing away a bit, witnessing heavy footsteps.
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That sinister dragon stepping out, his malefic scales. His tail moving across the land, those enormous wings spreading far. Scraping his claw against the ground, the seal burning away. Another step to completion, one from old before them. At this time, a deity in the town, many enjoying the festival. Browsing a shop, his hand to his chin. His crimson hair and eyes of the ocean, wearing armor reflecting his beliefs. Shortly noticing a shift, a certain energy to him. His quickly beating chest, facing the castle's direction. Individuals passing by him, not aware of the threat. A terrible problem at hand, many years since the presence of one.
"Hades...? I better go investigate. Sorry Cyra, I'll definitely get you something for your birthday later." His unease.
Choosing to venture into the human realm, suddenly finding out about a festival. Wanting to bring her, knowing her job's requirement. Deciding to get her a gift, taking time this night to browse the many sections. A resurfacing threat taking priority, an unsettling situation. The god heading onward, not attracting attention. Those far below the castle, Hades scraping his claw against the ground. A long time in a prison, his hazy memories. Not remembering much, an influence suppressing him. His goal still in mind, gazing at the few before him.
"We will connect a line for you to speak with the Archangel Maria. Your job is simply to lure her here, enticing her with power during her time of doubt, and eliminate her." Melchior gesturing his hand to the beast.
"After she is out of the picture, we will move to kill Raiser." The cardinal folding his arms.
"Good, let's get this started." Richter's hand on his waist.
"Indeed. However, you all should leave until I contact you." Hades calm voice.
Coming far, moving pieces into place. Releasing the Dark Lord, each wanting something. Their aligning goals, linking together for this opportunity. Melchior fading into a rift, the cardinal and Richter shortly leaving. Needing to connect the line, a way to manipulate one. From the shadows, the once supreme deity materializing. Residing high above the beast, gazing down at them. His trembling gaze, shortly kneeling below. Listening to Hades words, trying to figure out his plan.
"Lost angel, you seem conflicted." His gentle tone.
"Cyra..." Unease from Valor.
Lurking in the darkness, listening to this. A devil from the NetherWorld, memories not with her. Believing herself to be an angel, the price for her request. Many falling in an old war, one still remaining with the full knowledge. That deity intercepting the connection, his flowing energy, remaining in secrecy. Riding along the line, following their conversation. His awareness on his companion's wavering resolve, a doubtful time for her. This situation on them, a chance of coordination, yet pieces missing from the equation.
"What do you want?" threatening the Dark Lord.
"A bit of a deal, what do you say?" providing an offer.
"Cyra...please see that this is a trap. Dammit...I should not have left her...!" Valor scowling at the dragon.
A sinister plot, the deity remaining in the shadows, trying to think of something. His uncertain odds, that Dark Lord many years prior. An individual close to his goal, the maiden piercing his force, shifting the tides. The deity continuing in the shadows, hearing their exchange. Unable to do anything, his deep frustration. Someone freeing the beast, wondering on the person. That Magi in between dimensions, his eyes on the god. This risky situation to him, shortly retreating.
"Very well...what do you want?" reluctance from her.
"Come to me in the castle of the Harmonizer, here we shall negotiate." Urging her.
Weaving seeds into place, a deal in motion. That deity remaining in blackness, needing to observe. The cardinal and Richter shortly entering, those two soon standing before the Lord of Darkness. Efforts from multiple, witnessing this. The dragon looking around, wondering on the third. Pushing them out of mind for now, their proceeding plan, the young woman heading in their direction. Dismissing the two in front of him, his boiling blood, needing to meet this Seraph.
"It is far too late to go back now. I'll just have to wait, and intercept if things go south. Maybe I can learn more through their encounter." That deity uneasily thinking.
For the longest while, I have noticed you seeking your past Cyra. Doubt coming from this, and that need for power. Please...see through his game. You are so much stronger than you believe...