One from the deepest of abyss slowly taking her stand once more, her heart reaching many. These sentiments within her, their strongly flowing determination.
Her sorrowful days, a curse branding her a cruel fate. A devil resisting it, refusing to remain silent. Her eyes on her enemies, the Magi's dissipating into the void. Those three immediately spreading out, surrounding the maiden in a triangular formation.
Her hand on her waist, calmly looking at them. Her brightly burning darkness, this force overtaking the shining light. Reviver and Rebellion crying out, both weapons with a similar goal.
"Come now, this cannot be all after your efforts to get me here." Lowering her arm, directing her claw onward.
An entity from the depths, one clashing against the greatest foes. Bringing them down, shouting her soul. Her deep emotions, those slowly returning memories.
Someone constantly opposing her enemies, refusing her curse. The Magi's glancing to the other, nodding in agreement, soon extending their hands towards the young woman.
Bethlehem generating a crystal blue energy, Indra formulating a burning bright red power. Balthasar concentrating electricity, radiating a magnificent gold.
A heart in the triangular lock, foes making up for their shortcomings. Raising her claw, clenching it in and out in front of her vision. The Magi's unleashing the assaults on her, that Iconoclast raising her talon.
Expanding it, forcefully drawing the attacks into her arm. Her uneasy opponents, those three floating forward a bit, witnessing the devil devouring their force.
Power flowing into her body, darkness feeding off the energies. The maiden shortly folding her arms, negativity harshly igniting from her.
"Is that all? Pitiful—" Cyra slightly turning her head, glaring at them.
"—well then, I do not have an eternity to spend here—" raising her claw in front of her face, seriously looking at them.
One from days of anguish, a demon seeking after her deepest desire. Reaching forward once more, her determination to go onward. Fighting through the night, surpassing her challenges. Her presence underneath the bleeding light, a moon acknowledging her.
One damning the worlds, her voice eternally in countless souls. Her strongly burning feelings, these growing stronger by the moment. Her eyes on her enemies, her thickening blackness. Bursting through, those sentiments breaking free.
"—if you are not going to attack! Then I will!"
Her crushing pressure, approaching her target. Bethlehem dashing away, the young woman nearing him. Indra and Balthasar immediately surrounding her, feeling her steadily building rage. Balthasar lunging at her, an electric blade extending from his arm.
Bethlehem following up, his scythe closing in on her. Their attacks crashing through an after image, those uneasy eyes on the direction. Shortly shifting it above, the maiden descending on Indra, fiercely rendering her foot across his face.
"Gyah...!!"
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Flying across the field, sliding on the platform of memories. That demon landing in front of Balthasar, grabbing his electric blade with her claw. Stopping her foe, forcing against him.
Those crimson eyes on his own, his growing fear. An individual constantly ascending, piercing through her obstacles. One once filling with joy, a wrong eventually leading to the birth of the first Iconoclast.
A person running after her blissful days, crushing countless in her way. Someone accepting her sins, pushing onward towards her tomorrow. Darkness thickly releasing from her, her emotions on the surface. The trembling Magi's, those three truly facing the greatest of all beings.
"Even now...you fall even further, you are the embodiment of the seven sins." Balthasar's slightly shaking voice.
Her trials many years before, a devil choosing to become the Bringer of Demise. Racing down her black path, reaching for the slimmest light. The young woman glancing back, Bethlehem aiming his offhand at her.
Her vision trailing to her right, Indra following the same action. Shortly shifting her attention to Balthasar, electricity dispersing from him. The maiden stepping back, an electrical cage binding her in a prison.
The embodiment of the sins, one born underneath the crimson light. An entity once joyful, her hatred filling to the peak. Innumerable scorning her, the devil's resolve to go forward.
"Pride, Envy, Gluttony—" Balthasar's stern vision on her.
"—Lust, Wrath, Greed, and Sloth. All of it, and all for what? So that you can have that happy life you desire?" his voice turning into anger.
Forever deeply burning sins within her, someone seeking after her blissful old days. Becoming corruption itself, eventually stepping on the domain of the gods, bringing down the mightiest being. Lowering her head, her awareness on the truth.
The young woman's willingness to push onward, crushing countless underneath her feet. Her displeasure for the battlefield, yet having to force ahead. Her great pain, her steadily rising anger. The devil's vision on the Magi's, their attacks glowing brighter by the moment.
"You are right, I will not deny this—" her strict vision on Balthasar.
One embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, eternally becoming the enemy. Her enormous actions from the past, the embodiment of the seven sins. Her hazy memories, these slowly coming to the surface. Countless years going by, her emotions forever crying out.
An eternal conflict, one opposing her curse. Even if it is but a somber morrow, the maiden constantly pushing forward, making the smallest chance into an actuality. The Magi's noticing her shifting posture, the demon's hand to her chest, her calm voice on them.
"—all of this is driven on my own selfish desires. No matter how many lives I must tear down, to be able to have that again...to be able to reclaim those memories...to return to that time once more...—"
Resting her vision on her claw, the magnification of her emotions. Darkness brightly burning from her, those crying feelings. Her malice flowing even harsher, these swirling sentiments around her. Events from the past reflecting to the present, one eternally in conflict.
Her deep hatred, her unwavering resolve. The Magi's energy shining brighter, that demon's claw closing into a fist. Her intensifying blackness, shortly swinging her talon to her side, glaring at her foes.
"—this is my choice, and I accept everything that I have done. The sins I have committed...still, all of this...it is not some work of destiny, each and every step of the way—!" pointing towards Balthasar, her voice piercing through him.
"—There has always been someone pushing me further and further away from that life! It matters not if I have to devour all of the Nine Worlds! If I shall need to do so! Then I will! Balthasar! Indra! Bethlehem! I want you to know this, when I am finished with you lot! I will devour the rest of the Magi's!"
Sentiments over time, one clashing against countless. Someone bringing forward miracles, her great anguish within. Striking the cage, shredding it to pieces, particles falling around the area.
Immense anger from her eyes, that will from old revealing in the dusk. Massive energy waves unleashing in all directions, that unrelenting demon. Raising her claw, unleashing the force from earlier. Azure wind, blazing fire, a light brilliantly shining gold.
Crashing it against the surrounding assaults, a heavy explosion tearing through the void. Smoke filling the field, the maiden soon bursting through. Grabbing Bethlehem's face with her claw, holding him high, glaring at him.
"Bethlehem!" Balthasar calling out, rushing at the maiden.