Dear memories, pleasant days from the past. Her smile no longer sincere, masking her dread. Two friends facing their troubles, everything appearing like a distant dream, questions lingering in the night. Reviver, one of the seven treasures, an artifact of the gods.
A valuable gift, meaning within it. A weapon giving her hope, that childish deity out there somewhere. Believing they will reunite at some point, her willingness to persevere through the harshest tides. Moving her staff forward, showing it to her companions.
"It is right here, I found it a while back." Her voice soft, gently looking at the weapon.
"I see..."
One expecting every possibility in war, accepting their potential end at any moment. Sorrow far inside, an entity loathing the battlefield, yet always meeting the challenge at hand. Her reason for confronting Hades, awareness on her limitations.
Countless enemies, her deep agony. Her mistake giving light to many outcomes, eventually meeting these few friends. Her tight grip on her weapon, hoping to have her partner with her again. No matter of the despair, these stars aligning for the return of one.
"This is no ordinary weapon, it's the most powerful Artifact. Even the gods fear its power." Aster slightly looking down, folding his arms.
Another comment revealing more about the vampire, one knowing a bit too much for a demon. Glancing in his direction, her slightly suspicious expression.
Information in the shadows, knowledge capable of starting a war. A staff with infinite potential, one having the capacity to raise innumerable armies. A devil never disappointing, each instance bringing him closer into the light.
Gods fearing this power, a weapon choosing the young woman, guiding her through the harshest times. A guardian always with her, two walking through blackness.
"So you are aware of this then." Her tone a bit more serious on him.
Gazing at her, his lightening look. Her penetrating eyes, one continuously pushing. Constantly pressing forward, no matter of the time it will take. A being from the deepest of abyss forever resisting, drawing closer to her arrival.
The greatest of all threats, an answer to the night inside of her. Her uncertainty on quelling it, clashing against monstrosities, believing the Lord of Darkness might be a solution. The dreadfully growing dusk with each passing hour, horrors around every corner.
"Yeah, they thought Valor to be insane to give you that weapon. Though, he trusted you more than anyone, and wanted a way to keep you safe. It was killing two birds with one stone, a no-brainer decision." Aster slightly looking away.
Desiring to protection his companion, putting a powerful Artifact in her hands. His old friend, someone never stopping. Continuously pursuing her direction, seeking after what is within. Shouting her soul, damning innumerable.
Anya's vision on the two, confusingly tilting her head. This difficult to understand situation, a weapon of great power, gods fearing the staff. Little clarification to her, the Elven slightly looking down, thinking on the assistance she can give.
Feeling a gentle hand on her shoulder, turning her attention to the Queen. This one's soft smile on her, that dragon always guiding the princess. A bond between both, two developing close like siblings.
"Do not worry, I am certain there is much you can do." Smiling at her.
Brightly grinning, the princess calming a bit. Returning her gaze below, believing in her actions, providing something in this madness. That Queen's eyes to the maiden, the young woman looking away. Committing an enormous wrong, countless suffering souls.
A gift with her, comfort in it, the undying trust from her old friend. A cruel life, despair clawing away at her soul. This pitiful realm, hope still existing, a relentless fire burning in the entity. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow. One willing to resist the reason of others, grabbing at the nigh impossible.
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"You two are very close huh..." The dragon's soft voice to the maiden.
A bond forming long ago, memories underneath a seal. Standing in darkness, her vision on those mirroring walls. One to her attention, reaching forward, touching it. That angelic being behind her, another in the shadows.
Crimson eyes on her, this swirling blackness. A connection always existing, her soul eternally remembering. Seeking after her past, two constantly extending a hand to the other. Enemies around every corner, both lifting the other back up in their time of need.
Faintly smiling, these pleasant sentiments flowing through her. Believing in their reunion at some point, her companion giving them this chance.
"Indeed, he was the reason I survived. My entire squad had died...but he was determined to keep me alive. That was a bit more than a thousand years ago..." Her heavy heart.
The Queen's vision below, a dragon able to relate. Two vastly different from each other, common grounds existing. Despair gripping at the soul, one wishing to give in, refusing to do so.
A heart despising the battlefield, her indescribable pain, images never leaving the mind of the young woman. Memories eluding her, wondering on them, desperately reaching out.
Emotions flowing through her, gentleness washing over the area. The night slowly revealing the past, hatred at the core, steadily unveiling a pleasant time from yore.
"I know the feeling, right now I feel torn in two with my husband's demise. It must be driving you crazy not knowing what condition he's in." Sadness from the Queen.
Every moment tearing away at the maiden, one alive, unable to tell of his condition. Dreadful sentiments clawing away at her, thinking on the possibility. Straightening up, folding her arms. A bit careless from her, sharing her experiences with them.
Feelings only for two, years from her past, her unwillingness to trust. No matter, these few around the fire connecting like a family. Emotions within days from old, pleasure inside of it. In the end, the entity appreciating this occurrence.
"Hmph...all that is mattering at this point is stopping this threat. I know he will not die easily, he has always been much too stubborn." Her calm tone, slightly looking away.
"Seems about right." Aster shrugging.
The vampire's eyes to the velvet moon, this blissful night. Horror around every corner, everyone able to give their experiences.
Memories in the past, two hearts constantly reaching out to the other. Dreadful pain, accepting it. Old friends continuously extending their hand, tackling their challenges with one another. Looking away a bit, a smile coming to the demon's face.
That slightly grinning Queen, gazing into the fire. A being portraying similar feelings to mortals, these igniting sentiments. The Seraph sitting at her side, glancing to her. A soft heart, yet one able to bind others together.
"What will you do after this is all over?" the dragon curiously pressing her index finger to her chin.
Some sorrow to her, this situation on her. Actions towards this madness, her attention on the matter. This pain within her, having to resist. Slowly inhaling and exhaling, turning her attention to Anya, confusion from the princess.
Shortly shifting her vision to the dragon, some unease from the woman. Aster looking away, his awareness on the punishment. Thinking on it, something not right. Convenience in this setup, her involvement in it.
"I will return to the Heavenly Realm, facing punishment for what I have brought onto the worlds. No matter my intention, no matter what I can do to right the wrong, this is an unforgivable act." Resting her hands on her lap.
A great wrong on innumerable, a punishment for this. The eternal night taking much, demons roaming at their pleasure. Darkness bathing the realms, growing stronger over the passing time.
Souls in torment, many becoming monsters. Actions driving everything towards the End of Days. One from the deepest of abyss slowly revealing, her willingness to face up to her mistakes.
"Your punishment...? And what would that be?" the Queen's churning stomach.
That maiden looking to the vampire, his familiar eyes on her. Faintly smiling, shifting her vision to the velvet moon. A heart forever in pain, trying to maintain itself.
A night plaguing the realms, despair clawing away at innumerable. Misfortune from the object, these emotions inside of her feeling more close. Distressing sentiments, a line connecting her.
One having a curse of a birth, numerous aiming for her life. This will opposing every step of the way, grasping at the nigh impossible. That entity reaching out, finally witnessing the chance for her deepest desire.
"Death, no more, no less." Her soft voice, placing her hand on her chest.
Her chilling words, this rushing down the spine of Anya and the dragon. Silence coming over the two, unable to respond. Sins resting deep within her, causing misfortune, an unforgivable action. A great wrong washing over the worlds, this endlessly protruding sorrow.
The Lord of Darkness gaining his opportunity, the most horrible rising from the shadows. Everything resulting from her moment of weakness, Rose's words making a bit more sense. Wanting the young woman to find safety, her encrypting yet comforting message.
Gazing at her companions, seeing the pain from the Elven and Queen. Turning her attention to the demon, his calm expression. The young woman having a solid idea, the reason for his behavior. Even if the sorrow is indescribable, no matter of the greatest of all sins, that one from the deepest of shadows continuously resisting.
Her soft heart, her unwavering resolve at her challenges. No matter the morrow, that will from long ago slowly returning to the surface, branding her image once again into countless souls.