That orb floating towards her body, vanishing deep inside of her. His presence within her, resting at her depths. Allowing him to sleep, guiding him onward. Anya slightly tilting her head, wondering on the occurrence.

Committing another sin, choosing this soul. Her heart leading her onward, the vampire in awareness on this. That devil turning to the Cerberus, witnessing it rising to its feet.

Angrily growling at the young woman, loudly roaring. This massively exerting shockwave, ripping through the area. This hatred in the monster, that demon and Anya blocking out its intensity.

"Ugh...Cyra, you need to make haste..." The vampire urging.

Facing the beast, seeing negativity slowly surrounding the Cerberus. Malevolence tearing away at the fiend, those many flowing emotions. Despair, sorrow, hatred ripping away at the hound.

That one ahead of it, an enemy taking the life of the former knight. Closing her eyes, accepting this direction. One from the past returning more with each passing hour, her resolve slowly making its way back into reality.

A heart in bondage, a soul shackling to the land. Her direction in going forward, embracing what is within, traveling alone in the deepest of abyss.

"Hatred for me huh, I accept it..." Calmness from her.

Revealing those pure white feathery wings again, this shining mesmerizing light. Ascending just above the ground, opening her eyes. Gazing at the beast, this foe opposing her.

Wishing for the freedom of his partner, running down his path. Two in this plain of madness, each believing in their way. Rushing at her, witnessing it approaching her, seeing its mighty fangs.

Her blade afar, their meeting visions, swiftly striking at her. Connecting her weapon to another neck, severing it from its body. Deeply howling in pain, falling back on the land.

Rising even higher into the air, expanding her wings. Her eyes on the suffering monster, her wish within. Locking onto her foe, extending her sword, her gentle expression.

"Farewell..." Her softly resonating voice.

Malevolence brightly burning from her body, transferring the negativity towards her blade. Her crying sword, darkness rushing in every direction. Setting her vision on her target, that desperately resisting monster.

This one of old, slowly coming into reality. Feverishly pursuing her direction, making her own path. Not playing in the hands of fate, resisting the reason of others. Her heart yearning for freedom, a soul wishing to bask in the wind.

"I understand your sentiments..."

Descending on the monster, sweeping it off the ground. Breaking the surrounding area, rubble flying everywhere, propelling the Cerberus high into the air.

Flying around the area, barraging the beast from each angle. Lances formulating from the deepest of darkness, these nearing weapons. Impaling the hound from every direction, binding it in place.

Rebounding from afar, continuing her assault, shockwaves tearing through with each attack. Appearing far above the beast, locking onto her target, hurling her sword at it.

Colliding it into its skull, crashing it into the earth. Malice compressing within her sword, shortly violently exploding, massive objects wildly flying. Her companions blocking this intensity, uneasily looking onward.

"I should seriously consider getting her anger management classes..." The vampire thinking.

Slowly descending to the ground, pure feathers raining down, illuminating the land. Walking in the direction of her sword, a dark floating orb of energy resting above her weapon.

Standing in front of her blade, extending her hands, grasping the object in her palms. Her gentle gaze on it, that former knight sharing a close bond with this animal.

Closing her vision, moving her hands to her chest. Negativity floating into her body, shortly disappearing. Two at her depths, resting in darkness, both alongside one another. Soon opening her eyes, feeling gentleness from those two.

"You both will be with me for a very long time, so at least enjoy your stay." Her soft voice.

"Ya know, there is something called restraint you crazy woman!" the vampire stressing.

This familiar one, her slightly stern expression. Playing along with his childish nature, her lightening expression. Gripping Rebellion by the handle, removing it from the earth.

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Facing the vampire, slightly glaring at him. Pausing at this, glancing at his surroundings. Poor timing in his words, betterment in waiting for the outside. His intensifying heart rate, this chilling feeling running down his spine.

"Do you have a death wish as well?" faintly smiling.

"Do I get a lawyer...?" blankly pressing his cheek with his index.

"Sure, which one? Rebellion? Or Reviver?" smirking at him.

"Never-mind then..." Looking away, scratching his cheek.

Two weapons passing judgment, neither a good choice. Thinking on his previous actions, annoying them over the passing time. A losing situation, avoiding this problem. A presence in this area, Anya noticing.

Carefully looking around, seeing one underneath the Prince of Dragons. Urgently squawking, this catching the attention of the other two. That coffin at Lucia's side, the young woman's suspicious eyes on this one. A deep darkness in the dragon, this unsettling feeling.

"Identify yourself." Some strictness from Cyra's voice.

Each splitting off, blocking the direction of this dragon. Not concerning with two, her vision on the maiden ahead. Her frightening capabilities, a deeper blackness within her.

Constantly becoming stronger in the previous battle, this display from her. Overwhelming her enemies, an ability executing the hound. Taking extreme caution, requiring more information on her.

"Sorry, I am requested to bring the body of the late king to my prince." Lucia bowing.

"Hold up now, doing such a thing is very reckless. That won't stop Hades, you'll be a sitting target." That vampire warning.

Importance in the body, this war on them. A night growing worse, this shining ray of hope. One making it possible, fighting through the dusk. Rising to her challenges, enduring hardships, connecting with others.

Steadily returning from the abyss, needing more time. That dragon in awareness on the issue, repercussions in her actions. Trusting in her old friend, not refusing him.

Seeking those times of pleasure again, faithfully doing her part. Understanding the concerns from these three, her willingness in completing her task.

"Perhaps so, but I have my orders." Apologizing to them.

This desperate night, a war slowly moving towards a conclusion. A key in this body, an important piece in this madness. That dragon wondering on her old friend's purpose for it, one constantly worrying about her.

Seeking out solutions, not giving up on her. Extending her hand, those three keeping their eyes on her. Invoking an ancient magic, dark pentagrams appearing below her feet. Fading away by the moment, her vision on the three.

"Hold on!" The vampire stepping towards her.

Not allowing for this, that young woman locking onto the dragon. Extending Rebellion afar, rushing at her foe. Flying along her path, coming closer, the reacting pentagram.

A blinding light stretching high, striking forward. Passing through it, that energy teleporting Lucia and the coffin far away. Floating just above the ground, frustration inside of her.

This body in the grasp of another set of hands, this worsening night. Unable to control this madness, answers deep in her past. Touching below, her dispersing wings, feathers scattering on the ground.

"Why does everyone do that?" that vampire slapping his forehead in dismay.

"Never mind on that, now we have to go retrieve the body. Vampire, where exactly is the Kingdom of Dragonkins?" Cyra positioning her arms in a thinking posture.

His hand to his chin, carefully thinking on this. A while since venturing in these parts, his eyes shortly on her. A useful individual, coming in her time of need.

Setting forward a path, bringing them this far. Keeping this knowledge to herself, awareness on his nature. Never ending excitement, possibly not giving her break. One contributing in another way, appreciating his efforts.

"It's north of here. I know a path that we won't be spotted, however, it ain't gonna be easy." Gesturing his hand to her.

"Then you will lead." Facing him.

A change in direction, a body in the hands of another. This strengthening night, one from the deepest of abyss slowly returning. Her extending hand, guiding others in her presence. That princess looking to them, uneasily squawking.

Uncertainty in going forward, odds stacking against them. Desperately trying to hold onto hope, sorrow gripping at her. Falling morale, that young woman's eyes on the Elven.

"Do not worry Anya, this is a setback, but we will succeed in the end. You just keep holding onto those dreams, that bond you share with him." Cyra assuring her.

"Okay..." Anya slowly calming.

Mysteries from the past, importance to reclaim her memories. Drawing closer to those answers, that young woman's attention to the vampire. Relevance in his identity, that earlier event. Her growing suspicion, his ice abilities.

Her experience with it, not jumping to conclusions. Proceeding in her own way, her path in tearing information out of him. A demon with similar capabilities, unlikeliness in this.

"You there, tell me your name." Calmness from her.

Two traveling together for a while, never bothering with his name. Her goal in mind, those desires in her, burning more with each passing hour. These steadily aligning pieces, acting on this opportunity.

That vampire expecting this, her hostility to others. One slowly returning to the surface, a night long ago. This entity treading in the deepest of abyss, her thickening skin over the years. Her soft heart still remaining, leading her onward.

"A bit bossy...but...okay...call me Aster." Slightly kicking the ground.

His encrypting words, noting his pause. Her growing suspicion, one concealing his identity. A reason in this, wanting to know. A step forward, maintaining her calm demeanor. Her way in interrogating others, that demon aware on it.

One from times of yore, her skills returning to light. A horrifying individual, darkness slowly rising to the surface. Emotions burning at her core, her growing desires. Pressing onward with another question, steadily connecting these pieces.

"Very well then, Aster. Tell me, why do you have such similar abilities to 'him?'" her hand on her waist.

"It's because we were close friends once..." Scratching the back of his head.

"I see..."

Gauging his reaction, something more to this. Her growing suspicion, turning from him. Glancing back for a moment, secrets in the night, questions at the depths.

Answers slowly coming to light, that maiden shortly walking onward. This confusing Anya, following behind the young woman. That vampire looking away, sorrow deep within him.

Telling half-truths, this paining him every step of the way. Importance in her return, this hope with her. Her soft heart, hatred boiling at her core. A wrong to right, that entity giving hope to the hopeless. His attention ahead, shaking his doubts out of mind, trailing along.

You are hiding something vampire...I will not press onward, not just yet. For now, our objective is to reclaim that stolen body.