Growing unrest, countless fearing the return of one from the deepest abyss. An eternally sounding soul, branding upon innumerable.
Bringing demise in the wake of her despair, embracing her imperfections and selfish desires. Reaching towards a brighter tomorrow, seeking after what is within.
High above, passing the clouds, a world in the heavens. A gate standing tall, ancient symbols burning from it. Many floating platforms for miles, connecting through chains.
This realm of the gods, and home to the angels. Their once formidable power numerous years ago, a being stepping into their domain. Forever engraving her emotions, damning the Nine Worlds.
A single entity standing agains the gods, combatting those of the heavens. Her crying desires, refusing to remain in silence. Unleashing what is within, Asgard descending into ruin.
Those passing years, seven Magi's taking to the throne. Learning about her, immediately planning their path. Desiring to claim the heavens, wishing for the worlds in their palms.
Yearning to usher in a new era underneath their rule, this only being possible with the death of one. An entity once lurking above, not aware of her role in its destruction. Now roaming Midgard, fighting through the dusk.
Passing the gate, a civilization revealing itself. Enduring a harsh existence, the deteriorating buildings, the floating platforms falling apart. Towards the far back, a massive palace standing tall. A labyrinth below, bushes surrounding it, a lake at each end.
This damning night, the moon beautifully shining down, reflecting on the water. High above, within the throne room, every part detailing the Magi's preferences. A long azure carpet from the door to the seat, statues of each one along the walls, crystal windows brilliantly shining.
Those seven circularly floating at the center, all wearing dark cloaks. Looking upon one another, their grim expressions. Tracking the maiden's progress, feeling her malevolence from their location.
"She is awakening." The first Magi's hand to his chin.
That one from the deepest of darkness slowly coming into reality, embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, bringing ruin to the realms. Her wishes within, a heart engraving those emotions into countless.
Approaching her awakening after many years, this night magnifying her influence. Her true nature extending again, an entity willing to grab hold of the nigh impossible. The second Magi looking away for a moment, shortly facing the third, this unnerving situation.
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"She will not be willing to forfeit her life, the plan is a failure." Some frustration from him.
The third positioning his arms, deeply thinking on a solution. A worsening problem, the young woman slowly returning, one bearing infinite sins.
Her heart loathing the battlefield, continuously seeking her happiest days. No matter the challenge, that maiden always meeting it. Opposing the rationality of others, shouting her soul. Some passing time, an idea coming to mind.
"She has not fully awakened yet, I am certain two of us should be enough to deal with her." The third Magi suggesting, gesturing his hand to the rest.
A desperate hand, their playing cards falling apart. One following her heart, those desires deep inside her. Constantly pursuing them, her feverish resolve, shattering an endless cycle.
Reaching out her hand, finally grabbing the nigh impossible. Numerous passing years, the fruits of her efforts steadily revealing. The fourth Magi thinking on the option, his unrestful eyes.
That young woman awakening at an alarming pace, Hades possibly not having the power to quell her, let alone Rose. Shifting his attention to the fifth, tension growing by the moment.
"I believe this might be for the best. Valor is gone, and she is practically on her own." His slightly uncertain voice.
A chaotic event, two separating. One searching for her old friend, the other somewhere in the wind. That young woman slowly showing herself again, countless fearing this one from legend.
Scarring her emotions into innumerable hearts, her great determination. The sixth Magi folding his arms, a sigh leaving him. Steadily shaking his head from left to right, the time for action upon them, a final push against her.
"The greatest of all demons is quickly awakening. To be safe, three of us should go to dispatch of her. To think a devil can grow this powerful..." Looking down a bit.
"Then it is decided, Bethlehem, Indra, Balthasar. You three will go to finish her." The seventh Magi's serious tone.
Silence in the room, those Magi's fearing her power. The greatest of all demons, one from a world deep below. Ascending to heights far above her own, her crying heart.
An Iconoclast. one embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, becoming corruption itself. Bringing demise in the wake of her despair, reaching for her most joyful days once again.
Those Magi's taking a moment, agreeing on their plan. Their urgent play, this grim conflict on them. Far below, in the castle of the Dragonkins, those few finding themselves in the central quarter.
Feeling a powerful pressure, that devil standing still, her companions looking at her in confusion. Her vision above, her stern expression. Glancing back to her friends, her certainty of the coming threat.
"Everyone, stay on guard." Warning them.
The Seraph standing behind her, looking at the demon. Witnessing her steadily returning, wanting to truly speak with her again. Staying close to her, protecting her from the shadows.
Revealing herself now and then, guiding the young woman towards her awakening. Anya and Esther glancing to the other, their unease. The Queen positioning her arms, thinking for a bit.
Facing the vampire, his tense expression. Something not right, that dragon wondering on the occurrence. Unsettling emotions growing by the moment, Cyra's awareness on the nearing enemies.
So...the Magi's are coming. Let them come, this will save me the trouble of hunting them down myself. I might be weakened, but you will feel my soul...