A chaotic world, problems at each end. A worsening situation with the passing hour, this grim night. A new challenge presenting itself around every corner, this dire dilemma. Unnatural abilities from an entity, that young woman striking fear into countless.

Rising from the depths of nothingness, darkness inside of her, her strongly flowing emotions. Strength far from its original, her powerful resolve, reaching for the nigh impossible.

"An angel...? Why does an angel want the body of the Harmonizer?" positioning his arms in a thinking posture.

"I don't know...I can't tell if she means harm or not. She is with a vampire, and a griffin of some sort..."

A solitary race, an unusual group. Their power not much, yet still great. One working with others, covering her weakness. This troubling news, an entity capable of decimating an army on her own.

A tricky situation, that dragon thinking on a solution. This dreadful night, desiring to end it. Wishing for Lucia's peace, his burning desire. Not backing down, meeting this challenge.

"That's a very peculiar group. Well anyway, I am glad you made it out of there, we will use this time to prepare." Faintly smiling at her.

"O—okay..." Her vision away from him, her hands behind her back.

Unease spreading through the land, Hades witnessing this development. Many revering him, his power influencing many. That Prince of Dragons, his ferocity on the battlefield, slaughtering countless.

These two enormous forces, both fearing the hastily approaching threat. That nearing young woman, her sounding soul. Tackling her conflicts, shouting what is within. Raphael turning away, reflecting on the past. Lucia gazing at him, slightly tilting her head.

"Lucia, you remember right? When we got together?" slightly smiling, his hand on his waist.

"Of course, you could have chosen a much better moment." Her humorless eyes on him.

Simple days, their flowing emotions. A laugh escaping him, shortly kicking the ground, remembering those times. Pleasure in the daylight, that companion shy in one moment, yet opposite in the next.

A valuable friend, enjoying the bliss of the sun. Two continuing on away from the influence of others, relishing in the presence of one another. His vision on his hand, those memories to the prince. A welcoming day, this event to his heart.

Days from the past, the warm sun shining through the throne room. Lucia standing behind Raphael, that dragon looking upon a crystal artifact in the palm of his hand. This empty room, that gold seat.

That slightly stern crimson dragon, her friend refusing one suitor after the next. Everything slowing down, constantly dealing with it. Doing her part, no matter of the pain. Some relief with each denial, these conflicting emotions.

"Prince, you have to stop refusing everyone." Her hand to her chest, strictly looking at him.

His slightly grim expression, time running out. Action of importance, endlessly distracting himself with battles, buying a bit more. His final chance, a kingdom requiring stability. Faintly smiling, that prince willing to bet on this chance.

Facing Lucia, his eyes on those eyes of the wind. Her stern gaze, that pure heart. Witnessing his grin, wondering on it. The chance of his decision at last, her heart paining at the possibility.

"What would you say, if I told you, I have my eyes set on one?" gesturing his hand to her.

"Well...that is a good thing..." Her hand to her chest, turning away.

Having his own way to proceed, sense from her not knowing. These dreadful emotions, his action for the dragons. Her awareness on his position, constantly having to move ahead. Lowering her hand, accepting the outcome.

That prince slowly inhaling and exhaling, reaching into his armor, taking out a rose. Two tackling their challenges together, sharing in sadness and laughter. Wanting to know, acting in this moment.

"Hey, Lucia...?"

Her unrestful heart, hearing his voice. Turning in his direction, her eyes on the flower. This surprising her, his faint smile. Holding her hand to her chest, uncertainty in her words.

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A sudden situation, putting her on the spot. An infuriating feeling, yet this of her friend. Stepping towards her, her vision slightly below, thinking on it. Gazing at the rose, slowly extending her hand.

The opening door to the throne room, her heart skipping a beat. Grabbing Raphael by his waist, this action taking him off-guard. Lifting him off the ground, bending back. Slamming him into the floor, this devastating impact on the prince.

"Ughh...I am so confused here!!!" dismay from him.

Lucia turning away, calmly folding her arms, that guard at the front wondering on the scene. Raphael rising to his feet, holding the side of his head, taking a step back.

That prince seeing the person, connecting the dots. His hand behind his head, telling the individual to leave. This confusing situation, complying with the order, soon exiting room.

The prince walking to the door, locking it. Shortly turning to his friend, his humorless gaze on her. That dragon facing his direction, giving him the same expression.

"Yeah, my fault there..."

A sigh escaping him, that poor timing. Putting his companion on the spot, a natural situation. The warm shining sun, that gentle breeze flowing in.

Making his way back over to her, Lucia slightly looking away, holding her arms. Still thinking on the rose, the prince resuming from before. Shortly standing in front of her, that flower in his hand. Her eyes towards it, thinking on her action.

These desires inside of her, her friend from her youngest days. These selfish emotions, embracing in it. Extending her hand, gripping the object. Her slight smile, their meeting visions, two close friends approaching the other.

Days from the past, bliss within it. That prince facing her, her gaze below, his eyes away in some embarrassment. Walking up to her, motioning a rose to her.

Glancing to it, soon looking straight to it. Slightly smiling, extending her hand to it, taking hold of it. These simple feelings, appreciating it. Hearts in this nightmare, tackling their challenges together. At this moment, in the Castle of Raiser, fiends lurking in the shadows.

A gate keeping out intruders, Wrath floating in front of it, a Reaper of Souls. Spikes on his bony armor, these reflecting his many victims, that Accursed awaiting the arrival of the maiden.

"To think someone like you could actually kill Greed, now this will be a most worthy catch hm hm. Come little lost angel, and come soon." Cracking a devious grin.

High above, on top the walls of the castle. The gentle blowing breeze, malevolence swirling in the unforgiving night. The Knight of Darkness, Envy.

This one sitting on the back of his horse, a completely black fiend, malice burning from the animal. Calmly gazing below, numerous within the dusk. An entity possessing power far beyond normalcy, shaking the resolves of countless.

An interesting development, this opportunity to the Accursed. Sins inside of him, a heart yearning for freedom. A body no longer his own, his will stifling from the Lord of Darkness.

"Many were lost in the Great War, yet, such a powerful one still existing..." Folding his arms.

His eyes on the velvet moon, that object cursing those in its light. Signaling a certain presence, one from old. A feverish will throughout time, memories casting away into the abyss.

Actions stripping these away, concealing in the shadows. Slowly returning once more, an igniting soul. Forever residing in torment, those gentle eyes of the Accursed. His vision on a way out of this madness, reaching for his freedom.

This blackness on him, his honor deep within. Hatred in the earlier times, unable to remember the purpose. These branding sentiments, his will to strongly oppose, darkness consuming his partner as well.

"I will be awaiting you, angel. Perhaps then, we can finally rest." Distantly extending his arm above.

His horse hitting its hoof against the ground, both waiting years for this, yearning for their desire. Bodies underneath the command of the Lord of Darkness, resisting his influence.

Holding onto the smallest of hope, the knight's awareness on his disappointment towards another. His slowly surfacing past, the night steadily revealing the secrets in the shadows.

Far below, deep underground, an arena in view. Gates on four ends, a massive open field at the center. Many coming into this place, meeting their ends. Seeking what is within, losing everything. Torture on others, numerous crying souls.

A beast tamer standing at the center, his silver scales, that fiend looking ahead. A hellhound sitting at his side, this monster patiently awaiting its orders. Lust, a fearsome Accursed, his insatiable need to kill.

"If you somehow make it past the other two, then this will be your final resting place angel. Hm hm, ah, I so hope you make it this far." Smirking from him.

His feverish drive, brutalizing his opponents. Punishment in days of old, one residing in the deepest of shadows, engraving their will within him. His hazy memories from those times, these sentiments inside of him, wanting to kill the entity. His deep hatred, many beasts in their cages.

His whip hitting against the land, the calmly sitting hellhound. Farther back, that room hiding in the depths. The Lord of Darkness, his eyes on the door outside the barrier. Aligning the pieces for one final push, this line determining the tides of the war.

"These three defenses will not be enough. I know that for certain...hurry back you damn angel...I need that body...!" deep frustration growing within Hades.

This slowly shifting night, flowing in the direction of another. That young woman breaking through her challenges, one from the deepest of darkness returning to the surface. The words from Valor ringing through the deity, this hell upon him now.

Sense steadily coming from it, his quickly beating chest. Rising to his hind-legs, loudly roaring. A powerful shockwave hitting the barrier, the seal keeping in his devastating power. That Dark Lord landing on his four feet, this vibrating area.

"Valor...next time I see you...! I'll rip you apart!!!" yelling at the top of his lungs.