A heart proceeding in an endless nightmare, carrying the agony resting deep within. Memories from the past, these boiling sentiments in the maiden. An entity pushing onward in her route, fury driving her way. Many demons mustering their courage, soon slowly surrounding her.
"Come at me with everything you have, I will show you it is pointless." Lowering her stance, swinging her hanging left arm from left to right.
A great being meeting these many in the raging waves, slashing away at them. Spilling their blood in the distance, soon standing amongst countless body-parts.
Feeling the rain on her, the chilling cold in the area. The sharp scent around her, the thick damp air. A demon living in a lawless world, crushing innumerable in her way towards her desire.
"I will keep going, until I find and kill him." Her vision to the crimson moon.
Eternally branding sorrow, one existing underneath the red light. Carrying her desires within her, refusing to quietly remain. A devil walking along her black route, sounding her soul in the melodic waves. Shortly shifting her vision to the swordsman, moving in his direction.
The man's shaking body, gathering his strength. Rushing at her, these two beings before one another, not backing down. Striking down at her, the demon stepping to her side, evading the attack.
Immediately following up, slashing at him three times, hitting him back on his feet. The swordsman's great frustration, extending his blade afar. His black eyes, red malice spilling from him.
"Feel the true might of a Demon Lord!"
His hastily moving feet, running along his long path. Sentiments flowing through him, meeting his challenge in the endless waves. Bursting through, his wide crimson slashes. The maiden stepping back a bit, swiftly avoiding the assaults from one end to the next.
Her enemy closing in, their sharp vision on her. The hunter slipping around her target, slashing into him with the blade from her gauntlet. Instantly slamming her foot into his back, sending him sliding on his feet ahead.
"A Demon Lord, so this is what they pass as some of the mightiest devils these days, disappointing." Her mild tone.
"We will see how disappointing this is, when you're dead." The man facing her, glaring at her.
Blood washing away in the water below, the rain continuously stabbing down at the two. A Demon Lord, this mighty devil surpassing his many obstacles. Making a name for himself, crushing countless in his way.
His harshly flowing malice, the spilling darkness in the dusk. Rushing at his target, clashing against her sword. Immediately breaking her guard, colliding a flurry of assaults. Striking through her, red liquid splashing in the night.
"If you think this is over, then you are sorely mistaken!" lunging at her.
Nearing his opponent, these cold waves splashing against her. A demon's direction, keeping her vision on one. A heart refusing to give in, rising to her challenge. Swiftly turning, colliding her sword into her enemy's own. The two rapidly clashing around the other, tearing apart at their surroundings.
The maiden slightly avoiding to their side, soon hitting their target's weapon above. The man's unease, looking into her piercing red eyes. That hunter lunging forward, stabbing through her target, shortly cutting out from them.
"Well done, I stand corrected a bit." Watching the person lifelessly fall to the ground.
Many bodies surrounding the demon, this legend remaining in the shadows. Some passing time, the young woman entering into a bar. Placing her hands inside her pockets, looking to the devils in the place. An underground home to numerous, a bunch of misfits in one area.
Her eyes on the landscape paintings on the walls, shortly shifting it to the tables. These many blissful souls, each relishing in their simple existence.
The maiden soon walking to the front, sitting down at the massive counter. A ghoul standing on the other side, his dark complexion. Those red eyes of his on her own, the person's casual attire.
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"Heard about the ruckus you caused out there." The bartender smiling at her.
"If I cause a bit of a scene, I might draw a certain one's attention." Tapping her fingers on the counter.
"Speaking of that one, no word about them. However, the gods have been unrestful as of late." His unease.
"What do you mean?" her sharp vision on him.
"I mean, if they send their damned angels here, it will be a bloodbath." Turning from her.
"Maybe so, but he might be amongst them. It is a gamble I am fine with." Looking to her side.
"Even if it means the lives of these demons here?" lowering his head a bit.
"These devils are like my family, they are the only exception in my path." Her slight smile to him.
"Heh, I feel the same on that end." Facing her.
"Now then, mind getting me a drink Ryan?" gesturing her hand to the bartender.
Sinfully proceeding in the shadows, a person cherishing these souls. A demon entering into the bar long ago, that ghoul offering her a drink, their forming friendship that day. This only home to her, a place giving her much. The young woman's mind on one, her desire to meet this challenge.
"The usual?" folding his arms.
"The usual." Nodding to him in agreement.
Blissfully proceeding hearts in a small place, each relishing in a pleasant existence. The bartender putting down a glass in front of her, shortly turning to the many shelves behind him. The ghoul retrieving Devil's Spring Vokda, soon returning to her, pouring out some for the maiden.
"I have no clue how you can withstand something like this." Ryan setting the bottle aside, his slight smile at her.
The young woman lifting the glass, her distant eyes on it. Her many lingering troubles, washing away her problems in the liquid. Memories constantly plaguing her mind, someone's blood painting the ground.
Her mind on an entity, his brilliantly shining armor. A demon constantly pushing forward, her furious soul, despising every moment.
"Alcohol is everyone's best friend, even my own." Glancing to the ghoul, faintly grinning at him.
Taking a mouthful, relishing in the substance. Shortly setting it down, shifting her eyes to the bartender. An entity keeping her sentiments to herself, pushing onward in her selfish direction. That demon seeking out a power above her own, desiring to bring down a mighty foe.
"Now then, I suppose we can negotiate a bit." Gesturing her hand to him.
"Negotiate?" Ryan folding his arms in confusion.
A devil working her jobs, risking her neck towards her goal. Her intention to proceed, embracing her black heart. An individual walking down her dark path, keeping her eye on the slimmest light. The atmosphere growing a bit colder, the surrounding inhabitants glancing to the two.
"A thirty percent raise. My services are a bit too cheap I have come to notice." Lifting her glass, her calm vision on it.
"Thirty percent?!" the bartender alarmingly stepping back.
One seeking answers from her past, an individual ensuring her way towards them. Her heart in chains, her soul shackling to the land. These flowing desires, her will to oppose those before her.
Enduring her displeasure, piercing forward in her raging inferno. The maiden soon shifting her gaze to the ghoul, sharply looking at him, sending a chill down his spine.
"I suppose since we are friends, I can settle for a twenty percent increase. However, if you do not agree to this. Then maybe others might find out how a certain bounty hunter keeps finding them. And do not even think to squeal, you know I never miss my mark." Slightly grinning at him.
An entity embracing her black heart, pushing forward in a hellish world. A lawless realm teaching her many lessons over her years, these eternally branding experiences in her. The ghoul finding himself against a corner, a sigh soon leaving him.
"Tch...! Ever so forceful as always..." His hand behind his head, looking down a bit.
"I am glad we can see eye to eye now. Who knows, bring in some good jobs, and I just might give a discount." Winking at him.
A devil holding back a bit, cherishing her friendship with him. The bartender slightly smiling, shaking his head in disbelief. Those in the area laughing, raising their drinks to the two.
The maiden shortly standing from her seat, looking at the area around her. This home to a bunch of misfits, each flowing in this blissful stream.
"Hey Ryan, everyone here is relying on you to keep this bar up, it is the only home we know. If the gods attack, it is up to us to keep it alive." Glancing back to him.
"It is practically suicide, but I'd gladly die with this bar." Folding his arms, slightly grinning at her.
A devil wandering into the bar long ago, two forming a friendship. Both working together, building it further with one another. This home to her, one giving her a place to belong.
Her mind on the gods, the demon's desire to see her wish through to its end. Walking along her dark route, her shaky wings in the endless plane. An entity not backing down, keeping her eyes on a being in the heavens.
"You know the usual billing, send it to my account." Gesturing her hand to him.
"Got it. Though Maria, be-careful out there." Ryan facing away, bracing back against the counter.
"Right." The maiden walking onward.
This bar, it is the only home I have ever known. Ryan and I working together, making it a place for a bunch of misfits. No matter, my rage can never be quelled, not until I silence the one who took away my joy. Despite my displeasure for the battlefield, I will keep going, I will continue to crush my challenges until I find him.
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