Fear throughout the land, one from long ago returning. Hatred at the core, her deep emotions, her insurmountable resolve.
Those from the heavens working with Hades, their actions linking to the eternal night, knowledge surfacing over time. Methods drawing out one from the farthest shadows, an entity bringing demise in the wake of her despair.
Those clouds above, the crimson moon shining down its light. Pleasure in this horror, companions uniting in the countless tragedies. A heart in this endless tide, answers inside of her. Unable to draw it out, venturing further into the dusk, unraveling solutions.
The young woman standing by the fire, her visions on her allies. Anya peacefully sleeping with the Queen, two sisterly hearts, giggling and telling tales. A warm bond, a decision connecting them.
A dragon holding onto hope, resisting the harsh night, her changing course upon their meeting. This woman surviving, cherishing these individuals with her. Standing on the side for years, many lives no more within her presence.
Memories returning to her attention, one bringing death to countless. These familiar actions to her, a heart taking the more difficult path. Resisting the will of the gods, her high emotions, her indomitable resolve.
That maiden gazing into the fire, faintly smiling, soon turning her gaze to Aster. Closely fixating her vision on the sleeping vampire, a pure energy igniting from his body. A valuable friend, one possessing knowledge from the heavens.
A questionable demon, information connecting a line. His bright personality, much like another, appreciating him. A burning energy resonating with her, this familiar presence lingering around her.
Wishing for truth, needing more evidence. Sitting down by the fire, closing her eyes. That Seraph behind her, wrapping their wings around the maiden. Fighting for countless hours, wounds on her body. Many events coming together, needing to rest for a bit.
Slowly losing consciousness, darkness enveloping her, endlessly going on. Comfort in this feeling, sinking further inside. Far within, the young woman standing on a platform of memories. An arena of crystal stretching around, resting her sight on someone at the center.
An entity in the blackness, her vision detailing the person. Their crimson gaze, that one coming closer into view. A surprising development, this one reflecting herself.
A dark coat, black jeans. A cloth similarly in color wrapping around her chest, her gold hair tying back. Stepping away, the maiden trying to process the event.
The person turning away, placing her hand on her waist. Glancing back to the maiden, her piecing eyes. Their mirroring velvet visions, darkness emitting from the mysterious one.
"Do you see it?" her calm voice on the young woman.
Slowly looking around, reflections from her past at her feet. Malevolence flowing around the void, connecting to the entity ahead. This darkness linking to her own, the discharging malice in each direction. A center point in it all, darkness deep inside.
Memories hiding away in days from yore, these painful sentiments. Having to pressing forward, fear gripping at her core. Wishing for it to go away, yet unable to evade it. These countless emotions, her quivering heart, her great dread.
"This malevolence is coming from us..." The young woman looking away.
"Indeed, so why do you hide?" the person facing her.
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Their meeting visions, those piercing crimson eyes. A deep resolve, a heart refusing to relent. No matter of the trouble ahead, that opposing will. An entity hiding, blocking out the truth from the past. Her shaky soul, memories long ago.
These clawing events, unforgivable actions. Infinite sins branding on her, her high sentiments. One damning the Nine Worlds, loathing the battlefield. Enemies around every corner, a heart crying out, yet none hearing.
"You hide, because you are afraid of what you have become." The person folding her arms.
Heaven and earth once together many years ago, those blissful times. A heart endlessly in the wind, filling with love for the worlds. A happy life coming apart, indescribable pain filling her, her deep emotions.
Suffering for years, the young woman standing up at last, reaching out her hand in this game of chance. Taking on the hatred of the worlds, all for a chance to obtain her deepest desire.
Sins infinitely weighing on her, agony gripping at her core, one damning countless. Her soft heart still remaining, her steadily breaking psyche.
"How long do you intend to keep hiding?" that being's voice a bit more strict on her.
Her eyes on the mysterious person ahead, uncertainty on her answer. Fleeing for years, living in ignorance. Her will within, slowly rising to the surface. Opposing reason, a heart filling with desires, emotions building to its peaks.
This hatred gripping at her, this eternal night bringing her back with each passing hour. That Seraph witnessing her path, awaiting her return. Cyra looking away, deeply thinking, shortly turning her attention to the entity ahead with more confidence.
"I suppose I do not have a choice huh...even if I hide, it will not change the corruption deep within me. It will not change those who sought after me...all it will do is harm him..." Her hand to her chest.
"Correct..."
The person slightly looking down, that young woman willing to face her innumerable wrongs. Running for many years, a heart in bondage, a soul shackling to the land. Proudness from the mysterious one, that maiden relishing in the blackness inside of her.
Looking towards Cyra, those familiar eyes. Acceptance from long ago, one embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, becoming corruption itself. An enemy of the worlds, these guiding feelings.
"An Iconoclast, that is what we are."
A message from the one ahead, these flowing sentiments. Malice burning from the right arm of the Iconoclast, her brightly shining darkness.
Rapidly expanding, morphing into a massive shadowy claw of a dragon, her pulsing veins. An alarming situation, the maiden stepping away. This crushing pressure, these unsettling emotions.
One reaching the pinnacle of despair, grabbing hold of a great power far within. A horrifying development, the weight of the young woman's sins, clearly seeing it.
That Seraph folding her arms, her sharp gaze. The Iconoclast standing on her side, determination from her. Directing her claw at the enemy ahead of her, blackness clashing against each other.
"Come at me with all you can muster. If you wish to get rid of this malevolence, then destroy me if you can." Her confident voice.
Cyra closing her eyes, feeling the weight of this darkness immensely pressing down at her. These endlessly flowing emotions, hatred at its core.
Innumerable years of despair, one eternally fighting. Standing on her side, opening her vision. Her gaze on the Iconoclast, her growing confidence.
Strongly directing her blade at the enemy ahead, those two moving towards the other, instantly appearing in front of one another. That young woman clashing against the claw of her foe, this heavy pressure crushing down on the maiden.
Is...is this really the darkness within me...? Will I...? Will I finally be consumed by demonization...?
Slightly pulling away, Cyra's uncertainty. This darkness, so much hatred within her. Constantly advancing over the years, no matter of the difficulty.
The Iconoclast rushing onward, colliding her claw against her opponent's blade. Those memories within the platform slowly shining a mesmerizing light, emotions from the past, desires powerfully growing.
Even if she must become the enemy of the Nine Worlds, that will refusing to relent. One surpassing the gods, a heart yearning for an end, to be able to grasp what is inside. That malevolence heavily striking down on the area, the increasing severity.
"Gyah...!!"
That young woman stepping away, her shaky body. One going to the depths of despair, an inch away from demonization. Taking on great risks, all for the possibility to grasp the nigh impossible.
The Iconoclast raising her claw in the maiden's direction, fear clawing away at the entity. Her eyes on the person, someone having no hesitance within her. Many years in despair, crushing her foes.
Her heart despising every moment, her willingness to commit the most reprehensible actions. This creating a slight chance of success, a way to grab hold what is far inside of the past.
"Do not deny it, your fear will be your demise." The Iconoclast's calm voice.
My fear...my demise...