One pushing closer to the edge of oblivion, a demon racing in the dusk. Someone embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, becoming corruption itself. A prediction from the past, foolishness giving birth to the Bringer of Demise.
A young woman once filling with love, hatred consuming her. No matter so, her soft heart remaining. Bethlehem calmly expanding his arms, these bees in his presence.
A few dancing in this game, playing further into the hands of another. His attention on the maiden, a person damning the realms, a great devil leading her companions.
"Come then, dance as much as you can, entertain me." Bethlehem faintly smiling.
A worsening dusk, these friends washing away in the madness. One with them, that young woman's shining warmth. Anya's increasing speed, powerfully unleashing a tornado.
Aster plunging his katana into the ground, his azure wave colliding into the force. That Elven readying herself, her sister breathing immense fire on the area.
Hearts with one another, running along their path, reaching for the slimmest chance. The maiden strongly directing her hand onward, visualizing her direction, her strong resolve.
"Anya! Now!" the devil alerting.
Unveiling her mighty talons, the princess descending in the darkness. Piercing into the raging inferno, the Magi's calm gaze meeting with her own. Her reason for pushing forward, these blissful sentiments inside of her.
An entity extending her hand, giving her hope. Someone taking on a heavy burden, this individual wanting to give back to the Iconoclast. Colliding into her foe, this reacting power, shortly violently releasing.
Rushing out of the fire, that Elven witnessing it freezing over, a massive icy glacier stretching tall. Anya soon landing, turning in the way, sliding back a bit. Her stern expression on her enemy, scraping her claw below.
Esther moving forward a bit, her uncertain vision. An intense energy radiating from inside, the demon moving ahead, closely fixating her gaze. Her slightly widening eyes, the vampire stepping onward.
"Anya! Fall back!" Aster swinging out his arm.
Quickly looking to him, shortly returning her gaze to the glacier. A sinister energy reacting, this immense force. Hastily flying away, the surrounding area violently exploding.
Cyra, Esther, and Aster blocking the intense shockwave. The princess ascending higher, that Magi's eyes towards her, slightly scowling in frustration.
Expanding his arms, an icy mist shrouding the entire arena. The maiden and Aster slightly proceeding ahead, this concerning situation, one presenting abilities similar to another.
"That ability...!" Esther's voice trembling a bit.
A great enemy, his goal directing to one. Desiring to fulfill what is within, his chilling soul. That maiden extending blade, Aster unsheathing his katana.
Both dashing to their enemy side by side, that foe's attention on them. The devil rushing to the right, that vampire racing to his left. Surrounding their opponent on opposite ends, locking onto their target.
Malice slowly escaping the young woman's body, divinity overlapping it, two energies working hand in hand. Swiftly launching an uppercut, Bethlehem raising his gauntlet, defending against the intense assault.
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A powerful wave ripping through, withstanding the immense attack. Shortly shifting his attention to the second, that vampire quickly striking. Their illusive movements, vertically assaulting the god.
Hastily blocking the attack, the individual following up. The Magi's slightly widening eyes, witnessing him striking again. Enduring the attack, this immense pressure building in the area.
The young woman dashing away, the surrounding force reacting. Solidifying the area in ice, entombing the deity within it. Excitement from Anya, the Elven descending. Soon touching down, Esther running up to her side, closely looking on.
"He has the same abilities as Aster, will this really work...?" positioning her arms in a thinking posture.
Two commanding the power of ice, both having similar abilities. Their ventures in the night, not knowing much about the vampire's battle capabilities. Someone constantly on the side, his recent reveal.
An individual with his secrets, a display giving them a necessary chance. Shortly hearing the cracking glacier, those companions eyes on it. Witnessing the falling chunks, the enormous pieces crashing around.
That shattering prison, the Magi soon floating in place. His suspicious gaze on the vampire, putting together some pieces. Two excellently working together, everything slowly making sense.
"Interesting really." Glancing to the maiden.
Bethlehem folding his arms, evaluating the possibilities. Each and every movement, this level of synchronization. A solitary entity able to command the battlefield, an individual growing stronger through the dusk.
Two excellently communicating, yet the maiden's weak coordination with the rest. The god's soon serious expression, replaying those events. Someone guiding her, one from her oldest days. Both in one place, an almost unstoppable duo together.
"Valor." Bethlehem looking towards Aster.
Hearing their name, an unsurprising development to the young woman. Bliss in the dread, someone possessing knowledge only belonging to two. A guiding hand throughout the cruelty, his bright personality. Suspecting his actions for a while, feeling an old friend nearby. Safety within danger, these warms sentiments with her.
"Valor...just as I suspected. I only wish to know...why...?" Cyra's distant gaze to him.
"Valor? So he was here the whole time?" surprise from Esther.
Someone concealing his identity, painfully lying to his companion. His desire inside, wanting to sever her tragic chains. A pressing conflict, betting on her possibility.
Hope within the darkness, that devil steadily returning to the surface. A person able to bring forward miracles, two sharing a similar wish. Anya confusingly squawking, her uncertainty on the situation.
"How did you know?" Valor's slightly stern expression.
Bethlehem lowering his arms, his vision to the young woman. Her changing posture, her increasing pressure. Directing her demon sword at her enemy, the Magi's unease.
Two within the presence of each other, both facing another calamity together. That foe turning to Valor, two old friends indirectly communicating with the other.
"The moment I saw your assaults on me, it was a give away. Your movements are always in sync with one another." Bethlehem's cautious tone.
"I suppose that is my fault then. Oh well, you are aware that your actions are unforgivable, there is no going back." Valor calmly folding his arms.
His blurring image, a white energy swirling around the vampire. Purely shining, this disappearing person. The young woman closely fixating her vision, witnessing the fading light.
The Queen and princess watching in amazement, shortly seeing the clearing force. That once supreme deity revealing before his opponent, his armor reflecting his beliefs, his red hair and eyes of the ocean.
The Magi chuckling, shaking his head in disbelief, soon seriously looking at the god. An entity always diving to the depths for his old friend, someone constantly running after her.
"Valor, you have always been a thorn in our side. So long as you stand, it will be impossible to kill her, and as a result, we will never be able to return Asgard to its former glory." Bethlehem's cold voice on him.
Some truth to those words, the old days continuously in his memories. One born underneath the crimson moon, forever existing in its bleeding light.
An object signaling her presence, a calamity on the worlds. Someone originally filling with love for the realms, hatred now consuming her. No matter, her soft heart remaining.
Descending into the darkness, touching down on the platform of memories. Their gaze to the other, her vision slightly away. Turning from him, gripping her upper-arm. His hand on her shoulder, the maiden shifting her eyes behind.
Soon looking around, her friends from the past. The Seraph there with her, others as well surrounding her. Sins staining the realms, that one from the abyss creating infinite possibilities.
"You do not understand, do you?" Valor shaking his head in pity.