A dim light above, the foul surrounding stench. Walls of iron, a few years since a parting. Dreadful sentiments, one weakly holding on. Agonizing pain, clothing in shambles. Chaining to a wall, a prison for the worst. Streaming blood from her body, her heavy breathing. Her long black messy hair, those weak crimson eyes. Echoing cries within, yearning to bring someone back to her. Enemies in mind, one above all else. Her deep wounds, enduring this everyday. A life once in happiness, everything slipping away. Pursuing the truth, taking a stand. Losing one dear to her, her confinement in this hell. Her wish inside, fading into blackness.

If only I could get out of here...if only...I had the power to do so. To save Elina. My body cannot hold out any longer, no...not yet…

Flowing sentiments, streaming along in its endlessness. Desiring to resist, one still out there. This helpless individual, those throwing her into the pit of despair. Ripping away someone close, her great hatred. A long time in this place, these walls around her, enduring brutality. Continuously holding on, believing in the slimmest chance. Her pitiful state, her fading will. Standing in blackness, these rags on her. Her attention on her surroundings, wondering on her location. A warm shining light, gazing onward. A revealing entity, her hair reaching long. Brilliantly shining gold, tying at the base with a crimson ribbon. Her velvet eyes, armor of aurum, her noble red cape extending from the lower half of her back.

"Who...are you...?" that young woman stepping back a bit.

"That is unimportant, you must realize that you are no longer of the living, correct?"

These meeting words, gazing at the darkness around her. Nothing for miles, her state before. Pain not with her, sense in this. Unsurprising in her passing, her existing resolve. Not wishing to give in, another still out there. Living in torment, dread within. Enemies still on the board, wanting to silence them. Desiring to save someone, her attention on the entity ahead. A place for souls, a crossing point. Judgment on her, not caring for this. Refusing to leave, staring down this one. Her burning soul, that person in her mind.

"Even if I am but a spirit, I will save Elina." Her serious tone.

"And without a body, how do you plan to do this?" the calm entity.

This ringing question, unable in interfering with those of the living. A wandering soul, some descending into madness, powerful feelings carrying them for years. Believing in the tiniest possibilities, yet their fading light. Everything slipping out of her hands, this mysterious one before her. Lowering her head, her shaking fists. These frustrating emotions, scenarios racing through her mind. Sense in none of them, importance in a body. Incapability in performing any longer, her feverish resolve. Someone unwilling to give in, this to the entity's awareness.

"Nothing is truly hopeless, even if I must become a monster. Then I will, if it shall mean her safety." Certainty in her voice.

"Even if you must become a monster, is that your final answer?" that being folding her arms.

"It is."

"Then I can give you a way to save her, but the price might be steep." That entity offering.

This coming moment, a way in saving one to her heart, her driving resolve. Bonding from two, willingness in going far. One no longer of the living, determination in her path. The image of the other in her mind, never forgetting those azure eyes. Her echoing cries, a terribly branding day. Unable in besting her challenge, her situation coming from it. Her immense hatred, her quickly beating chest. Holding onto hope, resisting her torment. Visualizing her direction, waiting for her opportunity. This time at hand, not caring for the price, yearning to bring someone back into her arms.

"No matter the price, I will pay it." Her solemn tone.

"Then form a Demon Contract with me. When it is over, I will then determine the price to be paid." Her hand on her waist.

"A Demon Contract huh, quite funny given my previous line of work. Nonetheless, if it can help me save her, then I accept." That young woman folding her arms.

A solution before her, her desperate moment. A way in gaining power, her goal in mind. Enemies in sight, those holding the world in their palms. Countless dancing in ignorance, herself once amongst them. Breaking free from this confinement, those imprisoning her. Losing everything, one of most importance in their grasp. Four years since that horrible day, her extinguishing life. This mysterious one before her, a valuable offer. A helpless soul, something more in a deal. That entity motioning her arm onward, negativity secreting from her, forming a black pentagram. Symbols of old engraving on it, this of her enlightenment.

"Complete the contract Isa, and you will be given power in equivalence to your resolve."

Blissful days, one of innocence in these times. Brightness from an individual, nearness of two. Those taking advantage of others, binding them in a chain of delusion. Few breaking free, punishment in place. Shackling spirits, methods in ridding others. This contract before her, her powerful resolve. Reaching forward her hand, plunging it through the seal. That flowing darkness, this energy merging with her. This heavy pressure, embracing its influence. Intense sparks, her shifting hair color. Shining white, her pale skin, her red and gold eyes. Fangs from her mouth, talons of her nails. That fading seal, this completing the deal. Her vision on her hands, seeing those claws.

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"This is one of the price to be paid, you are no longer a human, but a demon now. Your form forever changed."

"Fine by me."

"You should know, that during your imprisonment. Elina was dragged everywhere, her memories will be in a number of places." That entity informing.

Flowing sentiments, enragement by this. Wondering on the cruelty, little information to her knowledge. Pondering on their angle, those not stopping. Days from old, working alongside them. Not in awareness on their aim, some details eluding her. Concerning with one to her heart, her way in going forward. Giving up her humanity, power mirroring her resolve. Her changing form, fineness with it. Willingness in becoming a monster, her direction towards one of the past. This harsh actuality, playing within their game.

"Where is she being held at?" Isa folding her arms.

"I can say no more. However, the prisoners might know something, or her memories can be a guide."

These frustrating feelings, an entity refusing to speak, wondering on the reason. Strangeness of the worlds, countless lives existing within it. A realm of misery and war, conflict forever plaguing it. One bearing witness to events, her way in aiding those below. Her awareness on cruelty, wanting to do more. Those having to make their own way, pressing through their challenges. Many opposing one another, sentiments guiding the way, circumstances dictating their alignment. That person steadily fading, sharing some parting words.

"There is light in the deepest of darkness. Do not give up, embrace your selfishness...and claim what you most desire, make your own path."

A message throughout time, an entity pressing through the harshest of sorrow. Making her own way, opposing the reason of others. Embracing her selfishness, grasping what is within. Wandering in blackness, racing in its loneliness. Avoiding shadowy hands, shouting her soul. Leaving behind lessons, guiding numerous. These encourage words, understanding them a bit. Facing away, closing her eyes. Returning to her awareness, the young woman chaining to the wall. Rags on her body, wounds present on her. Blood streaming down her, that warden in front of her.

"Oh, so you are still with us. Heh, if only you knew what was going to happen to Elina." His mocking tone.

Her high emotions, those words to her attention. An activating contract, blackness flowing into her body. Pressure immensely crushing down, that warden stepping away. His trembling gaze, bearing witness to this. Her shifting hair color, shining white, her red and gold eyes. Her sharp claws, emerging fangs. Her pale skin, her displaying resolve. Giving up her humanity, yearning to save one to her heart. Forcing against her chains, pulling against the iron wall. Ripping them from their restraint, crumbling debris. Landing below, glaring at her foe ahead. This shocking situation, the turning warden. Throwing her chains forward, wrapping it around him. That screaming person, dragging him closer to her. Tightly holding him with those shackles, glaring at him.

"If you wish to live, you will tell me what you mean." Her cold tone.

"Th—the church is going to sacrifice her!" hastiness from him.

Her trembling gaze, these echoing words. Her quickly beating chest, this information to her. Thinking back a bit, looking deeper. Some missing pieces, shaking at this. Shortness on time, those moving ahead with their plan. Boiling sentiments, rage at her depths. Breaking free of her binding, a contract aiding her. No longer human, a demon of her choice. Wanting to save Elina, her rising feelings. Tightening those chains on the warden, his voice bouncing off the walls. This pitiful room, one far away from the rest.

"Where is she?" her sharp voice.

"I—I don't know! A—all I know, is that it will happen on the altar of the Temple of Seres!" urgency from him.

Cherishing that girl, memories still in her mind. Holding onto this, waiting for her moment to escape. Death claiming her, a way in achieving her goal. A contract with a devil, encouraging words from the individual. Light in the deepest of darkness, grasping at this. Wandering in blackness, a faint glow far ahead. Racing towards it, trailing hands of shadows. Pursuing her path, this man before her. An enemy of him, increasing the pressure of the chains. Intensifying his pain, the screaming person. Crushing him, that one coughing up blood. Silencing his life, shortly searching his pockets. Finding a key, dropping his body. Unchaining herself, those shackles hitting below.

"Elina...I am coming..."

Streaming along an endless line, enduring cruelty over her years. This cell around her, these dusty surroundings. The foul stench, her attention above. A dim light shining in, that one continuously hoping to reach it. Wounds on her body, her deep despair. Passing time, wondering on the possibility. Constantly holding on, this moment before her. Moving onward, standing in front of a long latter. Determination from her, gripping the object, ascending up.

Shortly finding herself at the top, a hallway to her eyes. An open path ahead, diverging in different directions. Carefully proceeding, residing by the wall. Three guards there, dressing in white armor. Gazing at her claw, a weapon no less. Importance in making haste, rushing towards them. Piercing the neck of one, a shocking situation. Redness spilling below, some hitting her. That collapsing body, her attention on the remaining two.

"Wh—what are you...?" one stepping away.

"A demon, nothing more...nothing less..."

Her claw soaking in blood, embracing what she is. Necessity in doing so, that one at the end of this blackness. Flowing energy inside of her, massiveness of it. Feeling it, incredulous of it. Malevolence secreting from her, those enemies in front of her. A katana closing in, clashing against it. Pushing against this one, her fierce vision. Longness of her imprisonment, her goal in mind. Another approaching, his descending blade.

Her heightening senses, piercing the first, swiping their katana. Crimson liquid splashing far, that lifelessly falling body. Extending her blade far with her left hand, infusing darkness into it. Her weapon growing longer, malefic scales coating it. That remaining one trembling, slowly moving away. Locking onto her foe, bursting through. Scraping the sword along the land, slicing her enemy in two. Those halves falling below, blood pouring out.

"Compared to before, this power far surpasses what I could have done at my best..." Her vision distantly on her hand.