Defeating countless with her demon sword, their close bond. Its annoyance at first with her passive nature, eventually accepting it. Growing to love her, protecting her. A weapon over performing, crushing its foes. Unable to do more, its deep guilt. Her torturous past, her request to it, keeping quiet.
Time going by, a devil refusing to remain in silence. Wishing for the endless sky, death not releasing her, a mother failing equivalence. That maiden later returning, seeking after what is within. The sword hearing the deity's words, awaiting a polishing session. Remaining underneath this tree, keeping track of his progress.
Never dying emotions, continuously holding onto the past. His forever haunting memories, his agonizing sentiments. Diving below, floating over a seal. Unable to go further, these frustrating feelings. Desiring for her presence, his selfish emotions. High above, birds soaring along, their chirping sounds. Passing the numerous clouds, a realm in view, floating platforms chaining together. A large ancient gate, old symbols burning from it.
From within, the world of the gods and home to the angels, their vast civilization. Some unrestful and lively inhabitants, their concern on the situation. Those large buildings, the many intersecting streets. Some gazing afar, their eyes on the palace. A labyrinth surrounding it, paths in each direction. Statues of the deities, a fountain flowing at the center. From inside, a large throne room, the open windows.
Gods in the area, the warm sun shining in. The gentle breeze on the grim scene, Odin sitting on his throne, stress from him. His white armor, Gungnir at his side. That spear sticking into the ground, five layers of blades on it, ancient words along it. That deity slowly inhaling and exhaling, gathering his nerves.
"Lord Odin, it's Hades again. We cannot keep holding him back, we need a deciding factor." Ares folding his arms.
His flaming armor, those similar eyes. A grand entity no longer there, new threats arriving. This shaky problem, powerful foes in a massive war. That All-Father deeply thinking, analyzing his path. An eternally branding voice, someone capable of turning the situation.
Their great ferocity, driving the worlds to the brink of ruin. One continuously pushing, surpassing their challenges. That descending Lord of Darkness, an enemy closing in on his victory. Little hope with them, those needing a miracle.
"You're right...we need 'her', she will be our best chance to turn this war around." Odin's unsettling tone, gripping the handle of his seat.
An entity from old, her magnificent performance. Stepping on a high plain, instilling fear into numerous. Her great feats, few knowing her efforts. A person clashing against the weapon of the gods, her solution to win. Giving up what is within, that sickening feeling. A devil rising to her challenges, reaching for her simple wish. Envying others, those frustrating feelings.
Loathing the battlefield, her heart not for it. Treading in loneliness, her never ending suffering. Believing in light in the deepest of darkness, giving hope onto others. Freya hearing those words, her slightly wide eyes. Her light armor, her emerald vision. Disgust within her, their willingness to betray the maiden, a person giving them this chance.
"You don't mean, Cyra? Isn't this a bit too cruel Lord Odin?" Freya looking away a bit.
Needing an edge, those against the wall. One able to turn the smallest chance into an actuality, her powerful resolve still to his mind. Her despairing existence, yearning for her deepest desire. Unable to rest, pushing through her trials. An entity awakening to a grand power, her voice shaking those in the heavens.
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A devil eventually standing against a great weapon, her agonizing decision in the end. Bringing defeat to a foe above herself, a legend born before a few. An abomination of her birth, a goddess learning about her. Companions sharing a bond, two constantly separating.
"I agree, she had fought to give us this future. Even more, Valor will be enraged if we bring her into another war, amongst other reasons" Chronos looking away, unease coming over him.
Someone wanting a simple dream, her feverish path towards it. Trampling on her enemies, proceeding as herself. Her selfish end, choosing her family over innumerable. Her natural decision, those countless desires in her.
The devil eventually giving up her wishes, those leaving her in a lonely abyss, that person falling to her knees. Shadowy hands swarming her, her old friend witnessing this. Diving far, screaming out to her, not wanting to let go. Odin thinking for a bit, his risky path. A truce from old, their dire problem.
"This is a desperate situation, we must awaken her." Confidence from Odin.
A demon roaming in blackness, her terrible hand. Refusing to withstand any longer, carrying the chains binding her. Opposing the rationality of others, rising to her numerous challenges. Freya learning of her pain, seeing her powerful resolve.
A faithful deity, someone forever waiting, following her last wish. His shaky state, tiring from his direction. Disgust from the goddess, a being crossing an important line. Artemis positioning her arms in a thinking posture, another issue in actuality. Her vision of the land, armor of the forest, her hair the same.
"And what of Ultima?" Artemis' serious expression.
A young woman sealing away a powerful god, none other able to stand against him. A devil from the land, her selfish path. An entity carrying the hopes and dreams of others, yet unable to wield her own. The demon envying others, her deep anger. Accepting the outcome, bringing defeat to her foe, her price to do so.
Two old friends meeting on the battlefield once more, a deity wishing to bring her home. The All-Father deeply thinking, his hand to his chin. Needing to confine Ultima, the god assessing the link between the maiden and the weapon.
"If we lock her memories, he should remain asleep." Odin resting his arm on the side.
Her precious memories, this driving her onward. Seeking after her deepest desire, racing in blackness, shouting her soul. Her scarring sentiments, proceeding with her soft heart. Gods bringing about a weapon, their plan going up in smoke. A demon's uncertainty on her chance, that person rising to her challenge, unveiling a last miracle. This devil reflecting her mother and father, those two conflicting sides, her feverishly heart.
"Lock her memories? How will that work?" some interest from Ares, his hand on his waist.
"Her memories are keeping him dormant in an endless dream state. So long as she has them, the dream will continue. I was thinking we bind her memories to Ultima, that way only that beast will remain there." The All-Father tapping the handle of his seat.
Those from different worlds, a demon ascending to heights far above his own. His encounter with a goddess, their promise over the passing time. Two growing closer, a life eventually forming between them. Their simple days for a bit, tragedy setting in.
A deity tearing apart their lives, a family in shambles. A child maturing, her tormenting years, her great frustrations inside. Refusing to remain quiet, sounding her soul. The devil closing in on her goal, someone choosing to give it up. Years going by, gods targeting her again, their solution to a problem.
"Though, with her memories gone, what about her battle abilities? Will they not go as well?" Freya looking towards Odin, trying to calm her nerves.
A person wandering in loneliness, not trusting others. Embracing her imperfections, selfishly pushing ahead. A halfbreed associating herself as a demon, damning those in her path. Her recognizable abilities, others witnessing this. Her massive potential in a lock, eventually unleashing it on her enemies.
Her great rage, the young woman ascending to heights far above her own. Those fearing her, someone able to challenge the gods. The All-Father glancing to Freya, understanding her displeasure. This deity having to proceed, an individual reaching for his goal.
"No, she should have formed pathways towards it. In short, she should be able to call upon her power, even without her memories." Odin's eyes above.