Truth in his words, one going far, her heart in shackles. Her soul in bondage, her deep desires, emotions rising from the depths. This steadily returning her, these crushing sentiments. A way out for this former knight, believing in this.

Those reaching after their deepest wish, selfishness guiding their way. Releasing her hold on the situation, Richter falling forward. This surprising him, passing her. Hastily catching his footing, turning in her direction. Grabbing his arm, rendering her elbow into his jaw.

"Gyah...!" stepping back, blood streaming down his mouth.

His vision on her, her strict eyes to him. Awareness on this direction, despair in this way. A chance always existing, maintaining her heart. Conflict eternally on her soul, a decision from long ago. Unable to turn back, accepting this. This man still having a possibility, two meeting in this plain of madness.

That Cerberus ready once more, shaking itself. Loudly howling, ripping away at the surroundings. Raging malevolence, this brightly burning. Stomping on the ground, erupting spikes from below, assaults rushing towards the young woman.

"Anya! To the air!" the vampire warning.

Urgently squawking, ascending high above. That following vampire, narrowly avoiding the attack. These rising spikes, splitting off in many directions. Unease in the demon, his beating chest.

Powerful foes in the dusk, their increasing capabilities the longer the night. A worsening situation, time of importance. Necessity in one of old, an entity able to bring forward miracles. Ruin in her path, catastrophic outcomes, yet a better way.

"This is really heating up..." His frowning expression, looking upon the battlefield tearing away.

Racing spikes, surrounding the young woman. Her vision on the approaching assaults, revealing her wings of purity. These nearing attacks, lifting off the ground, narrowly avoiding the collisions. This light illuminating the area, its gentle gleam.

Feathers falling to the land, that angrily growling Cerberus, fear inside of it. That former knight stepping forward, his churning stomach. Aiming his blade at her, his unwavering will. Reaching for his desires, yearning in seeing his goal through to the end.

"I am aware you can do much worse, so what is holding your hand?" certainty from Richter.

These lingering sentiments, her slowly rising feelings. Despising the battlefield, her tormenting sorrow. Sins staining her soul, facing them again. Her eyes on the human and hound, his words to her.

Floating far above, seeking out another solution. One from deepest of abyss making her way into reality, malevolence burning from her body. Years of conflict, meeting countless lives.

Numerous following guidance from days of old, creating one they loathe most. An image eternally engraving into innumerable souls, one willing in taking on the hatred of the worlds, reaching after her deepest desire.

"No one willingly chooses this life, Richter." Her calm voice.

Her resonating message, his decision from the beginning. Seeking after the past, yearning for what is within. Creating this madness, selfishly pursuing his way. Two moving down their direction, clashing against one another.

Reaching after their desires, their strong spirits. Staining sins, powerful resolves. Resisting the reason of others, endless disputes. Battles forever raging, yet a small chance at grasping the nigh impossible.

"I am aware...no matter so, I will have those times again..." Distantness from him.

Reaching out his hand, racing down his path. Reflecting this one high above, that young woman understanding these emotions. An idea in mind, locking onto this opportunity.

Connecting these waves, her vision on the Cerberus. Afterimages in its steps, that vanishing monster, surrounding this field in miasma. Shortly appearing behind her, feeling its approaching movements, its nearing fangs.

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Aiming at her head, glancing behind. Extending her sword, her cold eyes. Swiftly connecting her blade to a neck, severing a head from the hound. Its echoing pain, this falling beast, hitting against the land.

Blood pouring from the wound, unease from Richter. Abilities hiding away inside of her, that vampire in awareness on this. Continuously growing stronger, eternally living on the battlefield.

That slowly descending maiden, landing below. Her dispersing wings, feathers trailing the ground. Observing the beast, this struggling fiend. Shifting her attention to the former knight, this man rushing at her.

Closing in on her, her nearing target, witnessing her opening. Standing on her slide, slightly lowering her stance. Thrusting forward her staff, devastatingly pushing back the defense of her foe. That sliding man, shaking off the impact.

"Even if you are a god, I have come too far!" lunging at her.

"Richter you fool!" meeting his resolve.

Approaching the other, their desperately racing hearts. That nearing blade of the former knight towards her eye, stopping in front of it. Slowly looking down, his devastating gaze.

Witnessing her sword impaling through his chest, his trembling vision. Feeling this steel within him, steadily looking onward. Their meeting eyes, this goddess of death.

"Valkyrie..." His sorrowful vision.

Malevolence meeting his own, slowly removing her blade from him. That former knight falling forward, catching him in her arms. Sadness from her eyes, understanding his path.

Descending to her knees, laying him on the ground. Blood pouring out of his wound, this struggling man. Many sins on him, desires driving his way onward. Everything slipping away, another victim in this chain of madness.

"S—sorry..."

Weakly raising his hand, that young woman taking hold of it. Slightly lowering her head, biting her lower lip. Her growing hatred, another victim in this madness. Two descending by his side, that former knight looking to them.

His gentle eyes on them, enemies witnessing his demise. Not going like an animal, appreciating this. Years of sorrow, loneliness, these few coming to him.

"Anya...I guess you get the last laugh huh..." Mildly smiling at her.

Years in agony, his tormenting emotions. Walking alone, his hatred within. Serving a kingdom, his despair inside. A coming chance, reaching for his deepest desire. These actions of his, connecting to it. A purpose for his path, grabbing at the nigh impossible, nearing his dreams. Her vision slightly to her side, that maiden giving him this moment.

"Richter...why...?" Anya sadly tilting her head in confusion.

Expecting this question, numerous sins weighing on him. His eyes on the ceiling, slowly blinking. Countless emotions within him, pain deeply in him. Tears to his eyes, thinking back to the horror from his home.

His screaming family, laughters going away. His own existence in the kingdom, nothing getting better. Constantly knowing the responsible individual, his building hatred over the years, a chance finally coming.

"Ho—how would you feel...knowing that your entire family was slaughtered by the king you serve?"

"An incomprehensible agony...I have a decent idea..." The vampire depressingly looking away.

Their visions on the dying man, understanding his reason. Actions guiding their direction, circumstances determining their position. Never ending conflict, pursuing what is within.

Paving their way forward, believing in their path. Incomprehensible agony, deepness of sins, a heart wishing to return to its most pleasant days. Desiring to punish those responsible for his despair, his powerful resolve.

"Yeah...Valkyrie, I know you understand this feeling..." Weakly looking to the maiden.

Their meeting visions, unable in denying his words. Emotions within her, a past eluding her. Seeking after it, running down her direction. Shouting what is within, surpassing her challenges.

Darkness deep within, her growing hatred. Yearning to return to her happiest days, sentiments transcending through time. Willingness in becoming an enemy, reaching for the smallest chance. Opposing the reason of others, her soft heart.

"Indeed I do."

Taking on the hatred of the Nine Worlds, grabbing at her desires. Extending a guiding hand, lighting the way for many. A unifying force in her presence, an enemy to countless.

A never ending conflict, that person slowly reaching out to her. These flowing feelings, extending to numerous. Standing from the ground, her eyes on Reviver. This warmly shining weapon, accepting her decision.

Returning her attention to the former knight, directing her staff at him. This warm gleam, his blurring vision. His slowly subsiding pain, these blissful sentiments. A chance of a difference in another life, his desires in the hands of another.

"Sleep now, leave the rest to me." Her gentle voice on him.

"Heh..."

Leaving everything in her hands, believing in the possibility of this entity. One from the deepest abyss, mysteries inside of her. His great sins, these selfish sentiments.

Normal feelings, those acting on it. Proceeding in his path, that young woman in awareness. That brightly shining light, two witnessing this. A curious princess, that faintly smiling vampire.

Her heart leading her onward, steadily returning. A pure white orb revealing out of blackness, floating in front of her. Grasping it in her hands, gazing at the former knight, this warm energy disappearing.

"Selfish you were, embracing your imperfections. Seeking after what was most important to you. This I understand, I welcome you." Her soft tone.