Countless passing years, Asgard remaining in a terrible state. The All-Father's direction, his actions leading to the birth of the first Iconoclast. An entity damning the worlds, her grieving heart every step of the way.
A curse forever following her, someone continuously opposing their fate. Her decisions from the past, Valor remembering each moment. Bethlehem confusingly looking at him, their encrypting words.
"What do you mean?" the Magi's hand to his chin.
A dreadful heart, a young woman originally brightly traveling through the worlds. Her smile going away, the once supreme deity blaming himself. Her great despair, the maiden containing her feelings.
Everything slowly coming out, her crushing weight on him in those days. Valor's calm eyes on his foe, someone learning much from the devil. An individual turning pain into power, a demon bringing miracles in her warmth.
"Asgard remains in such a pitiful state, because no one has been worthy enough to bring it back from its sins—" the once supreme god pounding his chest, soon facing his old friend.
"—I know I have a lot of explaining to do, but for now, let's give em hell like old times." Smiling at her.
His questionable actions, the young woman having an idea on it. The night affecting her, something more resting in the shadows. Constantly thinking about the missing pieces in her life, those emotions over the numerous years.
Her deep hatred, her clawing despair. Her insecurities, her smile never truly sincere. This dusk steadily bringing her back, breaking the chains on her. The demon returning a similar grin, nodding her agreement.
Those two old friends directing their weapons at their enemy, the Magi's unease. Turning his attention to the maiden, his stern expression on her.
"Iconoclast, your end is near—" Bethlehem shifting his gaze to Valor.
"—you as well will join her in an eternal slumber."
Two in one place, an almost impenetrable duo. The Magi steadily fading away, this concerning situation to him. The young woman placing away her weapon, positioning her arms in a thinking posture.
Suspecting a trap, three yet one revealing themselves. Her unsettling emotions, trying to figure out their play. Her serious vision, soon looking up to the next floor.
"Be-careful, this is no doubt a trap." Cyra suspiciously frowning.
Three Magi's conspiring towards a larger goal, those planning the demise of the young woman. Pinning their hand on her forfeiting her life, her steadily returning nature. An entity seeking after her deepest desire, feverishly resisting her enemies.
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An old friend defending her, two close individuals working together, tackling their challenges. Hearts running down their dark path, racing along a road of light. Their never reaching words in the past, this slowly approaching moment.
"That much is to be expected. Cyra, you've been through a lot, I am certain I am recovered enough to handle all three of them." Valor sheathing his weapon, shortly facing her.
A companion always there, putting up with her selfishness. Their blissful days coming closer, her mind on it. Turning to him, nodding her refusal. This one with her, a long search at an end. That one from the deepest abyss, someone holding onto her past.
Her great sorrow, her immense pain. Her soft heart, continuously resisting her bondage, a soul slowly going free. Two companions extending their hand to the other, forever there for one another.
"We are going back together, and maybe this time...things can go differently." Her hand to her chest.
Valor slightly looking down, a person wishing for the same. His old friend drawing closer to her past, her deep desire. Seeking after it, proceeding in a frenzy. These lingering sentiments inside of her, refusing to remain silent.
That Seraph behind her, witnessing one from yore steadily returning. Someone making her way through the dusk, searching for her companion. Enduring horrors around every corner, her clawing despair.
Withstanding her dread, coming closer to her memories. The young woman turning, seeing Anya and Esther approaching them.
"We should proceed with caution." Esther's worrying tone.
Three Magi's in this place, their clear aim. Seven wishing to return Asgard to its former glory, desiring to rule over it. A force originally dominating countless lives, an entity eventually rising far above her standing.
Her powerful sentiments, scarring her voice into the worlds. That princess looking up, growling at the awaiting presence. This grim situation, the deities having the upper-hand.
A slim chance, one from the farthest shadows rising to the challenge. Extending her hand, wrapping others in her black warmth.
"Correct, everyone, stay on guard. The Magi's are truly formidable, however, they have one weakness." Cyra folding her arms.
"And that is?" the princess tilting her head in confusion.
"They are unable to work effectively as a team. So even if we do come up against them together, we will be able to separate them." The devil glancing to the Elven.
"I suppose that is an edge." Esther's hand to her chin.
Her observation of the seven in the past, this single point to them. A desperate situation to those few, their resolves against the madness. That maiden's suspicious gaze, wondering on a further trap.
Everyone soon facing the stairs, that demon stepping forward. Her hand on her waist, seeing Valor moving up to her side. Their eyes on one another, faintly smiling at the other, their attention shortly to the ascending path.
"Let us go." Cyra lowering her hand, walking onward.
One from the deepest abyss steadily taking her stand once more, her closest friend with her again. Her strongly persisting heart, blanketing others in her dark bliss. Providing a ray of hope in the blackness, these few risking their lives for her.
A person once unwilling to put her faith in others, taking the weight onto herself. Meaningful individuals entering into her life, showing her more, allowing her to trust.
I shouldered everything myself for a long time, my years of pain had made me numb to trust. I lost everything because of this power...I loathe it, yet I need it. Now these few with me, putting their faith in me, risking their lives like my family did. Everyone, lend me your aid for just a bit longer...