Iconoclast

One embracing their imperfections and selfish desires, diving deeper into darkness, becoming corruption itself. Malevolence secreting from them, their power frighteningly increasing over time.

A thousand years ago, the first Iconoclast coming into existence. Casting the Nine Worlds into chaos, bringing everyone to their knees. Crushing everyone with one wave, one attack. The young woman’s reason towards her direction, to return to the time she has been most happy.

Her simple desire, but a powerful end. It is with the request of the Iconoclast, a selfish one to her old friend. To erase her memories, and make her along with the Nine Winged Seraph a legend.

Vulcan of the Order of Cross

Year: ????

Many acknowledging this man, this one leading an army to purge the world of demons. Serving underneath the guidance of the Nine Winged Seraph, using them to pass judgment on the souls of others. A skillful individual, and influential at that.

Chaos on the world of Midgard, seeking a solution. His men reporting to him, a pattern in this. This man investigating the imbalance, connecting it to the velvet moon. Discovering a bone chilling truth, realness of the Iconoclast. This one amongst the madness, little time on his hands.

Gathering his followers, heading out to execute the Iconoclast. Encountering her, his entire world crashing down. Witnessing those pure white wings, realizing the Nine Winged Seraph and the Iconoclast are the same entity.

Seeing the ferocity before him, watching the land ripping away. Those under him losing their lives, his hope going away. The Iconoclast being far more powerful than he can imagine, this devastating display.

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Bonus Scene From the Iconoclast:

Eternal Resolve

Walking in this endless abyss, the many passing years flowing through this space. Steadily approaching the surface, enduring the crushing fear in me. Slowly gathering the pieces of myself, standing in this sorrowful plane.

"I cannot break now...not yet..."

The many trials over my years, surpassing the hellish sins. Rising to my countless challenges, withstanding the endless tragedies. Enduring the pieces of my psyche breaking away, reaching for the tiniest light at the end of this nightmare.

"After so many years, there is an actual chance, yet..." Lowering my head.

Unable to face up to my sins, falling deeper into the black depths of my heart. Arriving on the platform of memories, a place housing my past. Innumerable images reflecting from their surface, my many ventures throughout the years.

"How long will you continue to hide in this place..."

My eyes behind, seeing the Seraph there, facing away from me. Her pure nine white wings shining its light in the darkness, bringing warmth into this place. Her words grabbing at me, echoing through me.

"I...I am not strong, I never have been. You are expecting too much from me..." Biting my lower lip, my sad eyes.

"I know, but when has that ever stopped you? To reclaim your happiest days, you know what you have to do." Her low voice.

My presence in this dark place, her light bringing warmth into the cold abyss. Shifting my eyes above, watching the flowing streams. The many memories, these moving along in the black plane. Opposing the gods, driving the worlds to ruin.

"I hate fighting, I just want it all to stop. However, you are right. I cannot reclaim those days, not unless I awaken, but not yet..." My hand above.

"Take it one step at a time, I will be here for you like I always have."

Feeling her arms around me, her wings wrapping me in her warmth. An individual protecting me, allowing me to move at my own pace.

I can feel it, it will not be long until I take to the surface once more. These feverish sentiments within me, I will eternally scar my emotions into countless.

"Thank you. When I am successful, I will mostly put down my weapons. That is something I cannot wait for." My hand to my chest.

Pushing along my path, enduring the crushing weight on my pysche. Steadily moving out of the darkness, reaching for the slimmest light. Valor, please endure my selfishness for a bit longer. When this is over, we will have those times again.