—Present Time—
He took me away from there, and it was a short time with some joy. No matter, another war coming, and everything falling apart again. This hatred in me, diving back into that madness. However, even though almost everything went with my dream once more...fortunately he did not...
Yearning to be away from the conflict of battle, relishing in it for a moment. Everything falling apart, her building fury. Someone wishing for her heart's desire, feverishly reaching for it.
From inside the throne room, Raphael facing a painting over the seat. His grim expression, this shortly turning into anger. His companion falling to the enemy, her smile to his memory. Their many years, that one always there for him.
His great agony, wanting to scream out. Countless hours going to waste, doing everything for her. His painful eyes, the past flowing through him.
Blissful old days, one awaiting this night. The moon shining into the throne room, that prince facing the painting over the seat. Some uncertainty from him, his hastily pounding chest.
Raising his hand, his eyes on an azure crystal ring. Closing his vision, letting out a sigh. Hearing the opening door, placing the object back into a black box. Putting it away, slightly looking from left to right.
Soon turning to the direction, Lucia standing at the entrance. Some confusion from her, the dragon locking the door, shortly making her way to him. Raphael walking onward, meeting her halfway.
"Might something be a problem?" tilting her head a bit.
"Ah no, nothing of the sort." Raphael scratching the back of his head.
Preparing for a while, this difficult situation. Wanting to proceeding onward, knowing his companion's dislike for the royal life.
Both staying in the shadows, their relationship to the other. Lucia watching her old friend motioning to his knee, taking hold of her hand.
Her slightly flushing cheeks, her increasing heart rate. Her gaze to him taking out the black box, flipping it open with his thumb. Raising it to her, that crystal azure ring to her view.
"Lucia...will..."
Those words coming out, her mind on her response. The thickening air, malice surging through. An uproar sounding to their notice, their attention around them.
Malevolence gripping the Dragon of Darkness, her immense agony, stepping away from him. The shifting moon, its bleeding light on the land.
This crimson gleam, acknowledging the presence of one. Raphael rising from the ground, trying to rationalize the problem. Moving to his partner, his hands on her shoulders.
"Lucia!" his greatly concerning voice.
Her loud screams, attempting to resist the influence of the night. Blackness crashing against her, falling to her knees. Weakly opening her eyes, her shaking body.
Banging at the door, those two looking in the direction. Everything coming apart, a joyful dusk shifting into a nightmare, a voice yelling for the prince to open the way. That dragon's eyes on his companion, seeing her suffering.
Words having to wait, shortly assisting her to her feet. Lucia gripping her arms, slightly lowering her head. Her deep pain, a new conflict affecting her, those feelings remaining on hold.
An event with him, witnessing her pain. Doing his best, persisting through the night. Approaching his goal, everything slipping away from him.
Taking out the black box, flipping it open with his thumb. His gaze on the crystal azure ring, his trembling hand. His great agony, frustration from him. The maiden and her companions standing at the door, their visions on the prince.
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From far within the devil, Lucia concerning for her companion. Her energy to his attention, Raphael facing the young woman, his eyes meeting with her own.
"Lucia...release her..." His cold voice, putting away the box.
An entity having his companion in their grasp, her presence to his attention. His goal in mind, a way to bring back the past. Esther looking away, knowing their bond.
Two old friends, their many joyful experiences. Her suspicion for a while, a deeper connection between them. That prince doing everything within his power, trying to free his partner from her suffering. Anya stepping forward, the vampire blocking her way with his arm.
Her confusion to him, Aster nodding in refusal. The Elven slightly looking down, thinking on his action for a bit, steadily understanding his reason. Moving back, her vision on the young woman walking onward.
"I cannot, not yet. I apologize..." Cyra sorrowfully looking away.
Proceeding in her own way, bringing a soul with her. An individual suffering in the night, her many actions. A worsening situation, guiding her towards tomorrow.
Their strong sentiments, the Dragon of Darkness' request to the maiden. Raphael slightly lowering his head, his deep frustrations. Someone holding his companion's soul deep within them, death not releasing his old friend.
That demon ceasing her movement at the center of the room, the prince's eyes to her. Heading forward, shortly standing before her, his great hatred towards her.
"You damn angel..." Anger from his voice.
Accepting his fury, the young woman taking away someone close to him. Her vision at the end of her path, running along her direction. Reaching for the slimmest light, her sounding soul.
Extending a hand to others, pulling them towards the end of this madness. Her warmth washing over them, giving them a place to belong, wrapping them in hope. Raphael seeing his way forward, yearning for the smallest chance.
His willingness to risk endless chaos, his heart leading him onward. That prince's vision to Esther, the Queen stepping towards him.
"Esther...how could you lead these people here?" frustration from him, swinging out his arm.
"Raphael, I am terribly sorry. Please, release my husband's body, the longer you have it, the more danger this kingdom will be in..." Esther pleading, her hand to her chest.
Knowing the threat, proceeding forward in his route. The Harmonizer, his body having the possibility to return Lucia to the living. A valuable piece, initially wanting to use it to free her from her suffering.
Those happy days within his sight, his strongly burning emotions. Understanding his sentiments, the young woman feeling it. Great sins, one willing to reach for the nigh impossible.
Raphael looking away, lowering his head, his deep frustration. A dragon leading enemies into the kingdom, an action creating this sorrow, hatred far within him.
"That body will not leave here, Lucia will return. As for you traitor, death will be your punishment, the same with all of you...!" his great anger, glaring at them.
His igniting malevolence, his vision on his goal. Those once blissful days, seeking after them. A bond between two, a prince willing to do anything to have them again.
Darkness extending from his body, his flowing agony. From deep within the maiden, Lucia standing on the platform of memories. Her vision above, her concerning eyes. The Seraph facing away, her sharp gaze. An individual trying to reach her companion, someone not hearing her.
The young woman on her side, directing her sword at the Prince of Dragons. His immense fury, a person diving to the depths of the abyss. Sorrow from the demon, her method in mind.
"I do apologize, but this war is at a critical stage. Raphael, stand down, Lucia does not wish for this..." Cyra slightly looking away.
Refusing to comply, walking down his direction, memories to his mind. A smile not there, a partner from the past. Desiring to bring her back, yearning to continue onward with her. Strongly stepping ahead, his unwavering resolve.
His will to resist, forcing against the harsh tides. Blackness seeping from his body, his guiding malice. Racing along his dark path, reaching for one at the end of the madness.
"I know what she wants, but I will not let this opportunity slip-by..." Angrily swinging out his arm.
Understanding his desire, someone having an opportunity. Selfishly pursuing it, accepting the weight of his sins. Numerous years going by, the young woman committing innumerable reprehensible actions.
Continuously seeking after her deepest desire, her emotions far within. Hatred boiling at her core, those many feelings rising to the surface over the years.
A chance to reclaim her happiest times, the demon's will to proceed forward. Two on the battlefield, their similar resolves, trying to grasp the smallest possibility.
"If this is your path, then go forward. However, she cannot go free yet..." Her sorrowful voice on the dragon.
"I will free her, I do not need your cooperation..." His cold tone on her.
His great determination, a heart wishing for the past. Words never truly reaching the other, an eternal night coming into actuality.
His desperate actions, trying to stop the dusk. An old friend doing everything in her power, losing her life in a pointless war.
A body able to end the insanity, yet also returning the Dragon of Darkness to the living. That prince pushing forward, enduring his sins. These normal sentiments, the maiden's relation to them.
Her displeasure for battle, her building rage. Little time with them, the night growing stronger. Hades still a concerning piece, a way to immediately end everything.
"There has been enough loss already, there is no point in continuing this." Aster stepping forward, his sad eyes.
"Silence!" Raphael's fury.