Desires residing in the deepest of darkness, one slowly returning to the surface. Her soft heart, her powerful resolve. Hatred boiling at the core, loathing the battlefield. Eternally fighting, born underneath the light of the blood moon.

A curse of an existence, countless stringing tragedies. Times of old, once filling with love for the worlds. Growing anguish, anger consuming her. This cold night, a castle overrunning with demons, horror around every corner.

Far underground, a room hiding in the depths. That seal on the ground, binding the Lord of Darkness in a prison. Pounding his claw against the pentagram, great frustration within him. Fury from his eyes, thinking back to the deity responsible for this, his ringing voice.

Crimson hair, eyes of the ocean. His brilliantly shining armor, standing before the Lord of Darkness. This once supreme deity, his body slightly hanging low.

Blood dripping from him, refusing to give in. Vision on a morrow of betterment, damage on the seal of another. His desperate move, yearning to bring back one from the abyss. His own reason in doing so, desiring to see that person again.

This dire situation, Hades approaching the god. Stepping away from the dragon, his pitiful state, resisting his enemy. Steam burning from the jaws of the beast, azure flames surrounding the field.

"I must admit, you can certainly put up a resistance." Hades commending.

Glancing around the room, specific points to his interest. The grim situation, this thickening air. A disadvantageous situation, wondering what another will do.

Facing down her challenges, bringing forth miracles. Pulling through the nigh impossible, constantly finding a solution. Her paining heart, reaching many, forever engraving her voice into the souls of innumerable.

Her powerful desires, wanting in seeing her again. Fixating his eyes on the dragon, stepping forward, expanding his arms.

"Come on you overgrown iguana, is that all you can do?" his sharp tone.

Projecting confidence, learning from his old friend. A solution constantly there, necessity in holding onto the smallest chance. Hope always existing, one of old continuously grasping at the nigh impossible, making the slimmest of possibilities into an actuality.

His weakening body, awaiting his moment. Urgency in this action, staring down this mighty dragon. An all or nothing gamble, one final move in this game of chance.

"If it is a death wish you have, then I will grant you such!"

Expanding his wings, loudly roaring. Negativity rushing through the room, that deity blocking out its severity. Determination in his gaze, yearning for those days of the past again.

Wrongs in righting, unable in reaching out. This chance finally coming, his beating chest. Hades rushing at him, this nearing foe. Slyly smiling, dashing away, narrowly evading the strike of this beast. That claw crashing against the land, rubble flying into the air.

This foe continuing his path, revealing his fangs, lunging at the god. Approaching by the moment, a barrier surrounding this area. That Lord of Darkness colliding into it, a powerful seal burning against his scales.

"Gyah...!!"

Falling to the ground, this violently shaking room. That deity standing outside of the barrier, folding his arms. Some relief from him, success in his trick. His will to bet on opportunities, a clever one over the years.

Preparing himself for the return of one, not backing down. Yearning to reach her, incapability in consoling this one in the past. His paining heart, constantly granting her desires. This night providing a chance, to achieve the nigh impossible.

"Hah! How do ya like them apples?" Valor proudly smiling.

Hades slowly rising to his feet, steam leaving his body. Angrily growling, acid dripping from his jaws. Sinking into the ground, smoke ascending to the air. This foul stench, unease in his expression.

An error on his part, a deity still having an option. One no longer holding his title of supreme, still carrying the reason for his greatness. A formidable foe, accounting for his weakness in different ways.

"If you think such a seal will bind me! You are sorely mistaken!" his echoing voice.

Turning from the Lord of Darkness, casually shrugging. Going up and beyond with this seal, his desire within. Yearning to see one of old again, his wrongs in righting.

A wish in granting to her, not allowing this opportunity in going to waste. Her smile long ago, her heart once filling with love for the worlds. Hatred replacing it, a night long ago setting this course.

A facade in her grin, carrying this agony. Wanting in putting down her arms, seeking after those days of joy.

"Good-luck, that seal is as strong as the one I put on the Iconoclast." Valor glancing back to him.

"The Iconoclast? That is supposed to be a legend and nothing more." Hades growling at him.

"There is so much you do not remember, Hades." That god calmly looking ahead.

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A promise of old, granting the wish of the Iconoclast. This paining him, doing everything within his power. Her awakening in progress, diving into the abyss.

His voice infuriating the Dark Lord, fire brightly burning from the jaws of the dragon. Unleashing this on his target, that deity calmly remaining there.

That assault colliding into the barrier, dispersing the flames into nothing. Unease in the beast, stepping back, his trembling gaze.

"Kiss my ass dragon, I am gonna go find someone now." Proudness from Valor.

"I am gonna murder you!" Hades yelling.

"Hah! best of fortune with that." That god shrugging, walking onward.

Grimness of this night, one from the deepest of shadow steadily returning. Her soft heart, her endless emotions rising once again. That deity stopping, a black mist circling him.

Devils revealing out of blackness, eagerness in them. This sickening malevolence, miscalculating a bit. Another challenge in his way, keeping his eyes on his goal. Not giving in, a way towards a morrow of betterment.

"Huh...perhaps I spoke too soon. Well, you have practice for this. You once ran from Cyra for two weeks straight, and in a much worse situation than this. Okay...here goes..." Moving back, those nearing demons.

This engraving event, hatred at the depths of Hades. Falling into a trap, a seal in equivalence to the Iconoclast's own. Thinking of those words, uncertainty in its truth. His attention onward, freedom out of reach. An error causing this, everything once within his grasp.

A deity creating an opening, acting on his opportunity. That maiden roaming around, this steadily intensifying situation. Surpassing her challenges, growing stronger over the passing time, importance in her arrival.

"What could be the delay with that angel?" impatience of Hades

"Oh? You mean, Cyra."

Hearing that voice, shifting his gaze to the death angel. This one floating outside of the barrier, feathers of darkness scattering below. Those azure eyes meeting his menacing own, a god in imprisonment within his own throne, another trapping him in it.

An impressive display, her steadily approaching opportunity. Flying towards the beast, shortly levitating in front of the Lord of Darkness.

"Hmph, you are her other half." Annoyance from the Dark Lord.

"Aye, you seem so frustrated being trapped in this hellhole." Rose faintly smiling.

"That is putting it very lightly, I would never imagine that god to have such energy left to put this seal on me." Anger growing within Hades voice.

A desperate situation, a trick still remaining. Bringing forward a miracle, this one out there. Thinking back, a mistake in contacting the young woman. A deity constantly nearby, their powerful bond.

Two old friends protecting each other, vulnerable apart, yet an almost impenetrable duo together. Turning the tides, their friendship playing a role in his dilemma. Setbacks towards his goal, a slowly shifting war. A way in claiming victory, locking onto his chance.

"She is heading to intercept Richter, you know he will fail to retrieve the body." Rose folding her arms, her expression becoming a bit more serious.

"Which is why I am counting on you. When she returns, take that body and bring it to me. After all, if you can best her, you claim your own life. Now is that not a worthy deal?" Hades gesturing his claw to her.

"Oh very much indeed, for an old dragon, you certainly know how to sweet-talk your way into a deal." Holding her hand to her cheek.

Two halves once whole, one of malice, the other of innocence. A darker secret within this pure one, her powerful resolve. That death angel witnessing this herself, one always finding a way onward. Admirable in this, yet infuriating. Reminding her of another, importance in besting the young woman. Her own desire inside, yearning in moving out of the shadow of an entity.

"Old? Hah, anyway, have you prepared the Accursed in that foolish humans' stead?" Hades calmly looking upon her.

"Of course, one is guarding the gate, another is guarding the interior, and the final one is protecting the path to you. She will have to defeat all of them, and when she is tired, I will kill her and take that body." Rose folding her arms.

"Excellent, your efforts have been most promising." Complementing her.

Turning from the dragon, slightly cracking a smile. Everything slowly setting into place, playing the part of a loyal soldier for a bit. That body holding the answer, seeking after what is inside of her.

Her will to sully her hands, continuously pushing onward. Forcing past her limits, desiring to put a close to her feud with her other half. Soaring down her path, yearning in grasping her light.

"This is all according to plan." Cleverly thinking.

This shifting night, pieces steadily falling into place. That Lord of Darkness moving towards his goal, aligning his board. This death angel extending her hand in a game of chance, a fruitful event for her.

Intending in taking advantage of every moment, chuckling a bit. Flying onward, her direction in going forward. Greatness of sorrow, desires infinitely burning underneath the twilight.

—The Past Revisited—

Over the clouds, passing far above the many worlds below. The realm of the gods, and home to the angels in existence. Floating platforms extending for countless distances, chains connecting the many, an ancient gate reaching high into the sky. From below, a tower stretching into the heavens.

An archangel floating high above it, the young woman gazing at the humans. Her cold eyes, her mesmerizing appearance. Driving fear into them, never ending conflict. Her agonizing heart, trying to maintain its softness. Her vision on a man, his arms expanding towards her.

"Angel, hear us out. Let us speak with the gods." He pleads.

Hatred building inside of her, these many emotions flowing through her. Her deep pain, an endless nightmare never having a conclusion. Her calm vision, directing Reviver at the man before her presence.

Always one problem after the next, an eternal struggle. Her heart wishing for freedom, her shackling spirit. Desiring to put down her arms, never able in doing so.

"Any who shall defile our home shall be met with retribution." Her chilling voice.

Malevolence burning from her body, fury building inside of her. Her heart crying out, despair clawing away at her soul. These emotions wishing for freedom from its torment, this never happening.

Once filling with love for the worlds, hatred plugging the void. These desires inside of her, yearning in returning to her most pleasant days. Unable to truly smiling, her way in going forward.

"A pact was made. In return for the knowledge given, you shall never try to reach this realm." Her slightly threatening tone.

"I know, but please, hear us out!" urging her.

These persisting humans, offering something. Happiness from those below, presenting some valuable information. Her eventual shifting gaze, those witnessing this, fear sinking into them.

Her flowing darkness, a forming sigil. Completion in it, shortly raising Reviver. Glaring down at them, their eyes on her. Unease in them, watching her twirling her staff. Electrical energy surging through her, transferring it to her weapon.

Unleashing this energy on these people, that descending lightning. Crashing into the tower, ripping it apart, destroying the land far below. Seeing the crumbling structure, those plummeting humans, their screams falling on deaf ears.

"And so...this is the price to be paid. Live your lives in eternal misery, never knowing the salvation of death."

Horror in their visions, hatred towards her. Facing away from them, mortals falling to the land. Flying away, their shouting voices. This breaking tower, descending pieces. Emotions far inside, fury at her core.

Continuously dealing with one conflict after another, never a moment's rest. An entity wishing in moving away, a curse of an existence, importance in pushing ahead. Despair gripping at her soul, constantly believing there is light in the deepest of darkness.