Sins forever staining the soul, one embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, becoming corruption itself. A price towards this, pursuing her direction. Constantly resisting, this steadily returning entity.

Withstanding sadness, continuously pushing onward, no matter the morrow. Hatred deep within, a heart trying to maintain itself. Far in the valley, Anya soaring high, scouring the land. Doing her best, aiding in the smallest of ways.

This chance to her, a way to reclaim her past. That vampire following the young woman from below, his vision on the surrounding area. That calmly proceeding maiden, emotions slowly boiling inside of her.

"The Royal Crypts should be somewhere around here." That demon's hand behind his head.

Coming this far, Riza guiding their path. A mystery on their destination, royalty taking extensive measures, bodies hiding in a labyrinth of a valley. That Elven searching the area, shortly noticing a path.

Memories returning to her, Lance taking her to the crypts long ago. A strange individual, valuing this experience. Circling the area, that loudly squawking princess, those two below shifting their attention the sky.

"It appears that Anya found it." Calmness from the young woman.

Everything slowly coming together, those finally making head weight. This increasing conflict, importance in preventing Hades path. A war in anyone's hand, Reviver giving the smallest of chance.

Continuing on with this hope, a body holding infinite potential. Similarly to the Iconoclast, a legend of the Nine Worlds, much like the Nine Winged Seraph. Two entities from the past, both eternally engraving their image into the worlds.

"It's about time, let's go before Richter shows himself." Relief from the vampire.

"Indeed." That maiden agreeing.

A night increasing in tension, this weight crushing down on the young woman. Containing those sentiments, her calm eyes. Embracing what is inside, proceeding forward, moving towards the past. That descending princess, excitement from her, hastily circling the maiden.

Innocence underneath the dusk, a handful of this one. These pleasant feelings, that Elven shortly flying ahead, pointing in the direction. This shining hope, a small chance before them, their will to resist pushing them onward.

"Well done, Anya. Though, stay sharp." Cyra softly smiling.

"I will!"

Moving forward, shortly finding their way at the entrance. Twin statues of a king on opposite ends, decaying surroundings. That vampire pressing his index finger to his chin, uncertainty from him.

Connecting these finer points, the dead residing in this place. His racing heart, the maiden likely wishing to bury him there as well. That young woman glancing back, some annoyance from her. This one hiding behind her, hoping for the best.

"Ya know, of all the places I'd ever think of going on a roadtrip...this...this ain't one of them..." Unease from him.

Holding the side of her skull, shaking her head in disbelief. This similar experience to another, wishing for a bit of a rest away from it. Containing these sentiments, the night filling with many.

An intensifying war, increasing pressure on her shoulders. Horror around every corner, sorrow in the vastness. Concerning with her companion, proceeding in this madness. Walking in her black path, her vision on her goal.

"You knew from the beginning we would come here." Some frustration in her tone.

"I mean generally." Shrugging at her.

A pleasant individual, innocence underneath the dusk. Paranoia at the simplest things, constantly smiling in this madness. Pointlessness in this, yet appreciating it. That young woman wishing for his attention on the conflict, an enemy nearby.

A body possibly determining the course of the war, this crushing feeling on her. That one from the deepest of abyss slowly ascending, moving towards her past. Her soft heart, her endlessly rising emotions.

"Just get in." Sighing from her, pointing to the crypts, looking back to him.

His hands to his chest, nervousness from him. A way to kill two problems with one stone, this demon aware on that. His pleading gaze to her, the many possibilities inside of the crypts.

His racing mind, trickery into a coffin. Chaining him down into the place, cementing the floor with a seal on it. Stunts over his years, making grand escapes, not wishing for these stressful situations.

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"You...won't leave me there...right...?" uneasily verifying.

These aggravating feelings washing over her, trying to withstand this. A vampire never letting up, childishness from him. Innocence in the night, wishing for some restraint.

Covering her face with her hand, slowly shaking her head from left to right. A handful of this one, wanting a moment's rest. Continuing onward, always dealing with problems. Differing levels of severity, this on the lower end.

"I will leave you there if you continue to badger me..." Some agitation in her voice.

Relief from the demon, brightly smiling at this. A great deal, his guarantee out of it. Cruelness in the night, a crypt of a worse location. The coldly blowing wind, unrest high in the air.

These small moments, pleasantness in them. This nature of the devil, frustrating yet comforting. Difficulties in the night, hope in blackness. Resisting the rationality of others, pushing onward in this madness.

"Okay...deal..." Agreeing to the condition.

A demon constantly testing her patience, this coming opportunity. Clarifying the situation, safety in her presence. That young woman and princess looking at the other, shrugging at this.

An experience with them, appreciating it. Forming new memories, these pleasant moments leading them towards a brighter morrow. Moving onward, that maiden guiding the way into the Royal Crypts.

Tackling challenges underneath the dusk, embracing in simpleness. Running towards her past, reaching for the smallest of light. Making their way far below, finding themselves on the deepest floor.

An area of luxury, fitting for the royal families no longer of this realm. Treasures around every coffin, portraits on the walls. That young woman entering the room, her companions behind her. That former night in the open space, his calm smile on them.

"Hm hm, you are a bit too late."

Tapping the coffin at his side, her stern expression. That quickly progressing enemy, this shifting night. Limits in her capabilities, these emotions inside of her. Needing time, her weak state.

This former knight traversing the valley, his knowledge of the area. That young woman glancing around the room, shortly returning it to the man ahead. This grim situation, a chance still there, a way in halting Hades.

"Richter..." That scowling vampire.

Rage in Anya, scraping her claw against the ground. This one causing pain, destroying her life. Bringing this madness to the world, pursuing his path. His desire within, nearing his goal.

Not backing down, his sounding spirit. That princess loudly squawking at him, fury in her eyes. These bunch of misfits, that former knight taking it in.

This dusk aligning the most unlikely, the bond of three guiding them down their path. Their small chance, grasping at it. One from long ago slowly returning, her stirring emotions. Hatred making its way into reality, shouting her soul.

"This is quite a setup you have going here angel. A vampire and a mutated princess, rumors have it that you ever only worked with one person." Mildly smiling.

An individual in her life, his bright nature. Working with this one, two tackling their challenges. A deity not there, one on her own. Clashing against those of the night, enduring hardships. Her returning past, steadily finding herself again.

This human prying into her life, her stirring emotions. Gripping Reviver, standing on her side, directing this weapon at him. Her slowly emitting darkness, that vampire looking to her. Someone invading her privacy, her boiling fury.

"I have no obligation to speak of my life to another. Now then, relinquish the body." Her sharp tone.

Diving into the dusk, holding onto the smallest of hope. Uncertainty at first, horrors in the twilight. Gaining answers on her past, moving in this direction. No longer running, facing her challenges. Seeking after what is inside, her sounding soul.

One able in striking fear into enemies and allies, a ferocious person. This unrestful night, that body on the playing field. Blackness seeping from her, these flowing emotions. An entity from long ago coming closer, her will from time of yore surfacing once more.

"Of course, here you go..." Richter tapping the coffin.

Highly raising it, three stepping forward. That former knight in this place, his desire within, yearning for his wish. Hurling it forward, that massive object slamming down at the center of the room.

This suspicious action, the young woman cautiously moving onward. Carefully watching that man, the vampire glancing to the shadows. Ravenous eyes trailing the maiden, malice thickly in the area. Ceasing her steps, her serious gaze.

Unease in Anya, her attention around her, low sounds of discomfort from her. Tracking the enemy, that careful demon. This beast rushing out, targeting her. The young woman facing in its direction, blackness burning underneath its feet.

Nearing her by the moment, that vampire gripping the hilt of his katana. Haste with him, dashing in front of her. Swiftly striking the land, a wall of ice stretching tall. Blocking the path of the Cerberus, a hound with three heads.

"Come now, do you really believe I would come here without a bit of a backup?" chuckling from the former knight.

Coming far, not allowing for failure. His experiences over the years, cautiousness towards his foe. This crumbling wall of ice, that young woman's slightly trembling eyes. The calm former knight, his smile to them.

This beast glaring down at the demon, its dark skin, those blood red eyes. Acting in this moment, that changing devil. This precision, that magic to the maiden's attention, its familiar energy.

"That ability..." Cyra carefully thinking.

A demon coming in a dire time, giving aid to her. Strangeness in this, a night filling with creatures. Countless aiming for her life, those underneath the influence of Hades.

This one bringing hope, these sentiments within her. An odd individual, clashing against the Lord of Darkness. His power on display, her beating chest, her suspicions. This development to the former knight, his research on the maiden, not much on the vampire.

This tide of the battle, a turning wheel, a result not in decision. Desires guiding him onward, yearning in grasping it. Positioning his arms in a thinking posture, assessing the situation.

"Go figure." This sighing former knight, slowly shaking his head from left to right.

Raising his hand to his mouth, sounding a whistle. Alerting the Cerberus, repositioning himself. That rushing hound, biting the handle of the coffin. Dashing to the former knight, dropping it on the ground.

This loud sound, another hand from the man. Grabbing the shoulder of the beast, mounting its back, this howling monster. That ascending princess, flying around the fiend. This beast trailing her movements, both growling at the other. Rushing at her enemy, intensely clashing against the hound.