Treading through the harshest abyss, a soul shackling down to the land, a heart in bondage. No matter of the despair, her constantly opposing will, one rising from the depths of darkness.

Those crimson eyes extending once more, a resolve shaking the resolve of countless. Reaching forward her hand, piercing the madness. Sins forever deep, imperfections and selfish desires at her core. Her soft heart, her strong determination.

"My sins may be unforgivable, and that is fine. No matter so, I will stand before those gods, dragging them to their very knees. There is no excuse for what I have done, even so, anyone barring my path—!"

Her chilling voice running down their spines, that entity rising from the farthest abyss. A commanding force from days of the past, a brightly shining resolve.

Light existing in the deepest darkness, believing in this. Proudly standing up, gazing at each of them, confidence in her eyes. An unwavering will, an entity embracing what is within.

Despair gripping at her soul, a heart wishing to be free, a spirit binding to the earth. Bearing infinite sins, forcing onward towards her future.

"—Anyone who shall damn me, and even more than that! Anyone who tries and manipulate my existence...! They shall be met with retribution!" swinging out her arm, her echoing voice.

This extending confidence, a gentle heart. Aster's vision to her, happiness from him. Words from times of yore, one refusing to play into the wheel of fate.

Her burning malevolence, that familiar embracement of her resolve. Pleasant memories returning to him, a friend providing hope through her actions. The young woman turning in his direction, his slightly widening eyes, witnessing a faint smile on her face.

Sincerity in it, numerous years since it. An entity coming closer to her memories, a demon patiently waiting for the day to right his wrong.

Yearning for those pleasant times, two once vastly soaring. Anya standing up, feeling encouragement, excitingly squawking. The Queen gazing at the maiden, seeing her shift.

A difference in her, one shining light in the darkness. An entity eternally fighting, pushing onward. Her determination reaching these few, turning her pain and sorrow into a formidable weapon.

Her magnifying desires with each passing hour, her heart reaching high, approaching the nigh impossible. Brightening the blackness, countless years since this.

"Even if this leads to an endless darkness...—" the maiden looking away, her soft expression.

"—I will make them quiver within their shoes, I shall make them regret ever showing their faces."

An enemy of the worlds, the pinnacle of corruption. No matter of the endless chaos, that continuously burning will. Her clashing desires, crushing down her foes.

Words invoking confidence, hope inside of her companions. An eternal cycle, dreadful occurrences. Emotions from the past reaching for this moment, colliding against innumerable. A heart grabbing for the faintest chance, constantly forcing onward.

Wishing to give in many times, something pushing her forward. Believing in her own abilities, damning everything else around her, that will returning to the surface. A powerfully uniting presence, this extending to others.

"There is not much we know about the gods, but this can certainly lead to an endless darkness." The dragon folding her arms.

This horrible dusk, enemies in the shadows. Deities playing an angle, their aim towards her. Needing her out of the picture, desiring for their goal.

The smiling vampire, propping his arms behind his head. Sorrow for a long time, the smallest light in view. One from the deepest abyss taking on the weight, giving hope to the hopeless. This slowly returning person, countless years since their arrival.

Difficulty to identify their complete awakening, yearning for those days from the past. Wrongs long ago, one unable to reach. A demon lying, continuing to smile, no matter of the pain.

"From here on out things will be dire." His vision to the maiden.

Her attention towards him, placing her hand on her waist. Her vision meeting with his own, continuously wondering on the connecting points. Her suspicions between the demon and her old friend, yet the evidence still not correctly aligning.

Having an idea, moving things along even faster. This pleasant sensation to her heart, waiting to solidify her case. Seeking out those desires within, her hand reaching for the slimmest light.

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"I am not certain why, but he feels very close...Valor, I wonder..."

These guiding sensations, following along in its path. Walking down her direction, blackness swirling around her. One in this nightmare, suspecting his location.

Faintly smiling, the maiden turning from the demon. This devil wondering on her solution, the young woman constantly putting together pieces, coming closer to the result. Thinking on the possibility, her awareness likely meaning safety for his appearance.

One nearing reality, slowly awakening from the deepest abyss. Her agonizing experiences, that entity from long ago steadily facing actuality once more.

"We must find Valor." Her soft voice, her hand to her chest.

A soul flowing through this madness, tackling nightmarish occurrences. Seeking after her past, opposing the rationality of others. These binding sentiments, reaching for the endless sky.

Running down her path, those mirroring walls. That Seraph behind her, those crimson eyes in the shadows. Anya and the Queen's visions towards her, witnessing her confidence.

Despair around every corner, her will resonating with those few. Wanting to bring this war to an end, needing to find her old friend.

Yearning for her happiest days, these desires inside of her, memories steadily returning to her attention. No matter the morrow, that hand extending once again, grasping the faintest chance.

"You are thinking that he will be the turning point in this war." The dragon positioning her arms in a thinking posture.

His standing in the past, strongly carrying his title. Giving it up one day, yet his continuously shining presence. Glancing to the Queen, confirming her words.

One able to turn the war, two almost an unstoppable force together, vulnerable in their separation. The night growing stronger, enemies rising in its madness. Unlikely companions with her, valuing them. Going far, surpassing her challenges.

Steadily weakening, an end coming sooner or later. Needing to reunite with her old friend, an edge with his assistance. A heart resisting the harsh dusk, steeling her will every step of the way.

"Indeed, I can feel him nearby—"

These swirling sentiments, one always nearby. This warm feeling in her heart, walking down her direction. Her partner beside her, staying in the shadows.

The vampire raising a bottle of water to his mouth, listening to her words. Witnessing her slow reveal, feeling hope with her return.

Her brightly shining resolve, her unquenchable emotions. Strongly carrying it, tackling challenges far above herself, that one from long ago making her way back into reality.

"—when I do find him...—" her soft voice, a smile to her face, resting her hand on her cheek.

Two old friends, meeting long ago. Memories in the shadows, reaching after them. The vampire glancing to her, wondering on her intention.

Times from the past, a heart yearning for those joyful days. The Queen and Anya fixating their gaze on her, a message grabbing at her allies. A purpose between her line and action, that devil listening to her.

"—I am going to carve my mark into his hide." Joy from her.

The demon's widening eyes, his quickly beating chest. Feeling as if someone is ripping his heart out, then inserting it backwards. The Seraph looking away, scratching her cheek with her index finger.

That devil lowering the bottle of water to the ground, his gaze to her. Their meeting visions, the young woman glaring at him. Instilling fear, a common tactic to force confession.

Aster coughing, pounding his chest, shifting his view away from her. The dragon and princess confusingly looking at the two, wondering on the problem.

"Um...maybe for his sake...he might be better off hiding..." That vampire pressing his fingers together.

Her methods to extract answers, suspecting a vampire, aligning these pieces. Events in the night steadily coming together, her experiences adding to the evidence.

This reaction from him, another clue, the type of fear from him. Playing the field, overtaxing the situation. Gathering valuable information, needing to take the knowledge into account.

"Whoever this Valor might be, I give him my best regards..." The Queen blankly thinking, holding the back of her head.

Concerning with her old friend, venturing through the night. Clashing against its horrors, feeling him nearby. The Elven tilting her head, her uncertainty on the situation.

Some elements exceeding her understanding, feeling something more menacing. The young woman facing Aster, holding her hands behind her back. Leaning forward a bit, the vampire picking up the bottle.

Hastily consuming the liquid, his increasing panic. That maiden never relenting, always seeing everything towards the end.

"Why so nervous? Something you are not telling me, Aster?" her cold voice rushing down his spine.

Her resonating words, her soft yet cold tone grabbing at him. Continuously having a certain hold, adjusting her method depending on the situation. Lowering the bottle to the ground, trying to bravely look towards her.

Those crimson eyes reflecting the bleeding moon, her captivating gaze. Attempting to calm himself, appearing in a laidback manner. Pushing out the appearance of her initials on his hide, his heart dying on the inside.

"Think...! You're a smart vampire, okay, basic math to calm down a bit. What's one plus one? Three? Four? Oh god...I'm screwed..." Whimpering from deep within.

"Well, sucks for that guy—"

Falling back on the ground, propping his arms behind his, yawning from him. His behavior in comparison to a child, trying any sort of means to escape punishment.

This creating more suspicion, that devil incriminating himself every step of the way. The young woman memorizing each moment, readying an appropriate outcome. No matter, wondering on the reason for his secrecy.

"—it matters little, we need to rest, when he shows up, he shows up I guess..." Aster looking away, sweat running down the side of his face.

His desperately racing heart, the cold night making the situation worse. That maiden using intimidation as a tactic, an effective method. Allies or enemies, one proceeding in her own way.

Grasping situations, evaluating its course. Her sharp precision, biting down at moments. Drawing out reactions, suspecting this demon. Pulling away, turning from him.

Needing to connect some pieces, allowing him the benefit of the doubt for now. Information in her hands, gaining some valuable knowledge.

Infinite sins inside of me, corruption I am, a calamity upon the worlds. This nightmare, this path I walk, I will see it through to the end. Those gods, I welcome your challenge. I will keep pushing forward, so that I can realize what is within. Valor...you are close. If I am correct, prepare yourself. I have felt your presence since this vampire's arrival. For now, be safe...