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Enemies around every corner, a will from long ago. These emotions flowing through her, that determination to oppose what is reason. No matter the sorrow, her forever extending resolve.

One from the deepest of abyss making her way into reality, her soft heart, her growing hatred. An entity damning the worlds, all for her desires. Vulcan raising his hand, glaring down at the maiden.

This eternal enemy, selfishly damning innumerable, pushing the realms to ruin. Their meeting visions, that maiden's will extending even further. The unsettling wind, unease for miles.

"Your demise has been ordered. You will no longer walk Iconoclast, that is your sentence, your execution is now at hand." His cold voice to her.

Endless conflict, never stopping foes. Always proceeding onward, condemning her to an eternal cycle. These emotions inside of her, many wishing for her demise.

That quickly moving order, seeking her out in the night. This entity from the abyss resisting once again, walking down her lonely direction. Gripping her sword, extending it afar, glancing at her numerous enemies.

Revealing her pure white feathery wings, expanding it. This warmth from her, that mesmerizing light. The man closely looking at her, pictures depicting from legend returning to his memory.

Wings resembling a certain angel, his quickly beating chest. Stepping away, his trembling eyes. Two entities one and the same, those worshipping the young woman. This mysterious night, steadily revealing the truth of the past.

An Iconoclast, one standing as the will to oppose reason. The Nine Winged Seraph, an absolute judge in response to corruption. These contradicting parts, both working together. This devastating revelation, the leader withstanding it. Strongly moving forward, directing his crimson blade at Cyra.

"Onward!" powerfully commanding.

Countless soldiers crying out, rushing to the maiden. Her vision on them, darkness brightly burning from her body. Hatred boiling at her core, the Seraph witnessing this.

Enemies foolishly proceeding, sounds everywhere. Her heightening senses, arrows raining down, cannons firing at her. Calmly standing there, malevolence shrouding her in a barrier. Rapidly assaulting her, these closely looking foes, their disintegrating attacks.

Her cold crimson eyes on her opponents, these wildly raging desires. Malevolence lashing out in every direction, tearing apart the field, blasting away countless. Her immense force, many continuing their advance. High in the sky, Aster, Anya, and the Queen's vision towards them in unease.

"Anyone who goes up against her...should take extreme caution..." That vampire trembling a bit.

One bearing the greatest of all sins, his grim expression, the Queen and Anya's vision on him. An entity going far, becoming the enemy of the worlds, all for a chance to grasp what is within.

Opposing reason, grabbing hold of the smallest chance. Memories from the past, that image of one battling through innumerable.

Pain along every step, her agonizing loss, her deep despair. Suffering day into day out, her heart in bondage, a soul wishing for freedom. Strongly pressing forward, taking the battle to the gods themselves.

"Extreme caution...what exactly is she...?" the Queen's eyes to the maiden.

Not moving an inch, those attacks not affecting the young woman. Her darkness lashing out, ripping away at the land. Remaining there, her violently building malice, this overflowing to the surface.

Her high sentiments, her boiling hatred. Battling against the countless emotions inside of her, these foolish humans. Holding in these many feelings, her steadily showing annoyance.

"That is a good question. The best way to answer that would be...someone who knows no limit..." Aster's slightly grim expression.

Her expanding wings, blackness lashing out, shockwaves enormously ripping through the battlefield. Those three resisting the devastating force, many soldier on their knees.

Vulcan trembling at the sight, his desperately pounding heart. Her cold, yet beautiful eyes on him, her fury towards him. These overflowing emotions, malice brightly burning from her.

Ascending high into the air, many gazing at her. Floating far, her chilling eyes on them all. Extending her sword, locking onto her numerous enemies. Intensely descending, breaking the sound barriers.

Rushing through the field, devastatingly striking the area, tearing away at the entire land. Ridges raising high, fire burning from the ground. Tornados crashing down on the earth, the young woman hastily circling the valley, trapping it in a massive vortex.

Vulcan holding his stance, watching her flying further into the sky. Raising Reviver, her fierce eyes on her targets. Twirling her staff in her right hand, electrical energy surging through her body, transferring this force to her weapon.

"If you think this is hell, this is simply the beginning!!" her echoing voice.

These flowing emotions, her wildly raging malice. Shaking the resolves of countless, electricity intensely sparking far. That angel behind her, bearing witness to her soul. An entity from the deepest of abyss, slowly returning to the surface.

A heart seeking her happiest days again, opposing the rationality of others. Motioning her weapon to the center, unleashing the lightning on her enemies. This leader helplessly watching, her power tearing away at the valley.

Land rising into the air, quickly disintegrating. Standing there, his fading hope. A chance not existing, only the blackness of the night. Beliefs no more than a farce, falling to his knee. Lowering his head, the maiden shattering his confidence.

From deep in the earth, electrical energy compressing, soon violently exploding. High above, this force crashing against her friends. Wind intensely hitting them, the will of the Iconoclast, an order bringing out this madness.

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"Aaahh!!" the Queen and Anya struggling.

These endlessly extending sentiments, her continuously rising hatred, this desire to oppose. One loathing the battlefield, unleashing her wrath on many. Countless hours of nonstop conflict, her crying heart.

Destruction everywhere, loudly screaming enemies. Struggling against her influence, the vampire trying to keep his companions in place, this devastating force blowing them away.

Malevolence, lightning, numerous elements in combination reducing the valley to ruin. Not a single foe remaining, darkness brightly burning from her, her cold eyes on the land. Slowly descending, pure white feathers falling to the earth, a warm light bathing the area.

From far away, Aster rising from the ground, pushing off a massive part of a platform. Holding the side of his head, a sigh escaping him, that demon standing from the ground.

"Damn fools...ughh...when she enrages, there is nothing that can stop her wrath..." Steadily looking around, his vision returning to him.

"Anya! Highness!" the vampire desperately calling out.

His eyes on this apocalyptic sight, memories to his mind. One driving the worlds to ruin, her awakening growing closer with each passing hour.

These desires eternally branding itself on innumerable, a heart despising the battlefield. Making her way deeper into the dusk, her returning abilities. Her slowly breaking seal, her releasing corruption.

Yearning to right his wrong from the past, his final chance. Running after her in the abyss, screaming out to her. His attention to the sky, seeing Anya flying in his direction, the Queen riding on her back.

"Aster!" the dragon waving at him.

A relieving sigh from him, witnessing the princess descending. Two surviving this encounter, fortune in this outcome. Friend or foe, a chance to annihilate everyone in the area. This lenient result, one possibly restraining herself.

An entity within the darkness, a heart wishing for freedom, her soul shackling to the land. Her will to oppose, forcing against the reason of others. That Elven landing in front of him, resting her vision on the damage all around.

"You two okay?" Aster verifying, folding his arms.

"Yeah...somehow..." The Queen stepping onto the ground.

This level of exertion, a truly devastating ending. One from the deepest of blackness coming into reality, seeking after what is within. Hatred boiling at her core, her overflowing emotions. Anya looking around, searching for Cyra, her concerning eyes.

The young woman nowhere in sight, that loudly squawking princess, attempting to draw in attention. Aster and the Queen turning to the Elven, both soon looking away. Ruin everywhere, life no longer existing. Dust blowing in the wind, parts from objects scattering on the land.

"Aster...this entire valley..."

This destruction around her, her hand to her chest. A single entity causing this damage, one standing above the gods themselves. Her awakening not in completion, this small release painting a picture.

A horrifying person, her crying desires. Her stretching feelings, that anger reflecting the damage in each direction. Her burning will to break this endless cycle, even if she is eternally the enemy. To be able to return to those times of pleasure, to put down her arms.

"What...is she...? What kind of angel can do this type of damage...?" the Queen's depressing eyes to the vampire.

A normal question, expecting it at some point. A will from long ago, her heart desperately reaching out, a soul forcing against its bondage. Memories within the past, a resolve pushing through, trying to grab hold of the nigh impossible.

Lowering his arms, looking away. Anya facing him, wanting an answer as well. Her awakening in place since her confrontation with Hades, the devil knowing this. A dragon damaging her seal, returning one from old.

A prison not having much longer, an entity from yore hastily moving to the surface. The young woman constantly breaking her limitations, this ruin around them showing her resolve.

"What you witnessed...is the power of the Iconoclast." Sorrowfully looking into the velvet moon.

His echoing words, the Queen's crawling skin. Truth in Vulcan's message, a fairy tale within actuality. Steadily gathering her nerves, thinking on the situation.

Darkness from the maiden, her devastating power, her powerful voice. One from the deepest of abyss coming back into the light, her overflowing emotions. Her great hatred, her unwavering resolve.

No matter of the chance, constantly turning the nigh impossible in a reality. That princess slightly tilting her head, her uncertainty on the vampire's meaning. Remembering the title from earlier, this not making much sense. The dragon looking at Aster, his painful eyes.

"Please...you must not tell her..." Aster pleading.

Slightly shifting away her sight, hearing the tone in the devil's voice. Thinking on his words, wondering on the reason for secluding this information. Memories inside of the past, feelings reaching into the current time.

Wrongs from the darkest days, a heart trying to ease her back into reality. Needing her presence on the battlefield, this hope with her. Wishing for her happiness, wanting to fulfill her desires. That Queen putting together the pieces, shortly returning her attention to the demon.

"You're...protecting her..." Realization coming over her.

Marginally looking down, sorrow in his eyes. A bond from their older days, forever extending pain. Never connecting words, inactions leading to many repercussions.

Her smile going away, one eternally walking in the abyss, another constantly following. Countless years going by, those times never returning, the reason for her despair coming into actuality.

An individual ripping apart her life long ago, that young woman ending them, becoming the true enemy. That chance to grab hold of the nigh impossible, acting on her opportunity.

This entity remaining an abomination, no matter of her direction. The Queen's vision on the vampire, a demon enduring much. Running after his companion in the darkness, screaming out to her.

"A promise was made...a thousand years ago, to seal away her memories. To make the Iconoclast...and the Nine Winged Seraph a legend. Until the day she is ready to face up to the wrongs she has done onto the Nine Worlds..." Aster depressingly gripping his upper arm, lowering his head.

Silence from the Queen and Anya, one lying to his friend for a thousand years. Enduring pain day into day out, continuing on, smiling when there is no joy.

Knowing well the one to his heart is right there, having to mislead her. Her never sincere smile, these frustrating sentiments. Feeling someone approaching, the devil looking into the sky.

Squinting his eyes, his eyes on a figure in the mist. Those two with him noticing, both turning their attention above. Pure white feathers descending on the land, witnessing Cyra coming into view.

That maiden landing on the ground, her dispersing wings, leaving behind a trail in its passing. A sigh escaping the Queen, her hand to her chest.

"I am glad you are well." The dragon smiling at the entity.

Joyfully squawking, Anya hastily circling her friend. Her finally settling heart, seeing this young woman in good health. Her eyes on each of them, wondering how they can appreciate her presence.

A strange occurrence, one starting to see she is not alone. Many willing to walking alongside her, these warm feelings. Calmly turning, Aster noticing a faint smile from her.

Glancing back to him, his attention slightly away, a grin to his face. Pain over the numerous years, that time coming around once more. To right the wrongs of the past, to move ahead towards a better morrow.

"Everyone...thank you. Let us go, there is no more reason to remain here." Cyra walking onward.

Treading through a dark path, the young woman accepting her faults. These desires, her imperfections. Even if the worlds so shall damn her to oblivion, she shall fight against it with her comrades.

Aster running up beside her, those two companions chatting away with the other. The maiden finding him excitable as usual, laughter from them both. That Seraph following, mildly smiling.

Witnessing her development, an individual slowly approaching her goal. A returning spark, these people aiding her. Anya and the Queen joining in, those lot passing along the time.

A band of misfits they are, tackling their challenges with one another. No matter of their background, these few sharing a familial attachment. Her deep pain, her tormenting agony. Others with her, standing with her against her enemies.

An Iconoclast...no... 'The Iconoclast,' that is who I am, and I accept this...after all, they can all come at me if they so shall wish, and I will tear them down. This heart of mine, soft it is, and this is how it will remain. These people with me, perhaps I am not completely corrupt, they are like a family. To protect them, that is what I wish for...it is strange, to feel such attachments. To be able to return to those times once again, I feel like it is truly a possibility now...