The prince reaching back, taking hold of the malefic spear. Extending it afar, this object catching everyone's attention. Directing it at the young woman, her uneasy sight.

A weapon once belonging to an almighty deity, the Iconoclast clashing against him long ago. The Nine Worlds learning her true horror, an entity shaking their hearts. Years going by, the artifact's location being a mystery.

"Gungnir...where did you get that weapon...?" Cyra sharply looking at the prince.

"Odin's spear...so this is where it ended up, this can be bad..." Aster's unease.

"A very long time ago, it fell from the heavens. One of my ancestors found it, since then, it was passed down over time." Raphael distantly looking at the spear.

A spear once belonging to the All-Father, that demon challenging him long ago. Someone shouting her soul, engraving her emotions into the worlds.

Her hazy past, those feelings returning to her. The Seraph standing behind the maiden, folding her arms. Her serious vision on the opponent ahead, this concerning development. That spear emitting darkness, the young woman reacting to its influence.

The weapon recognizing her, this person responsible for silencing Odin. Waiting numerous years for its chance, desiring to finish an old conflict.

"Why did Gungnir have to show up now of all times...?" the vampire frowning a bit.

A weapon feeding on the surrounding malevolence, Anya's attention to it. The devil feeling her fading strength, Gungnir devouring her darkness. Her power still not enough, needing to expand its range.

Carefully thinking on a solution, her hasty heart. The princess angrily squawking at the man, watching him rushing past the maiden. An alarming situation, the prince aiming for her.

"Anya!" Aster and Esther urgently calling out.

That maiden's moving feet, racing in the direction. The dragon nearing the princess, his great fury. The young woman stepping in the way, grabbing the spear with her offhand.

Her uneasy vision, seeing his deep hatred. Losing his companion, yearning to bring her back. His simple emotions, someone following along its pull.

Struggling against his force, the man moving the spear closer to her chest, slowly inching it to her body. From far within the demon, dread in Lucia's eyes. The prince pushing forward, trying to make those old days an actuality again.

"Raphael! Enough!" Lucia pleading.

Her sorrowful heart, that sounding voice. Her words not reaching him, her painful vision. Her old friend consuming in agony, his warmth replacing with anger. Casting aside his honor, forcing onward in the madness.

Playing a similar angle, anything towards his wish. His deep desire, a single goal in mind. Yearning for the past, the eternal night taking his partner. The devil glancing back, her uneasy eyes.

"Everyone...stay back! If this spear connects to your body, your soul can be destroyed!" Cyra urgently warning.

"Out of my way you damn woman!" Raphael yelling.

Adjusting his grip on his spear, raising the maiden into the air. His overwhelming strength, an alarming situation to everyone. His immense fury, his boiling sentiments.

Those flowing desires, proceeding forward in his own way. Enduring his great sins, pushing onward in the madness. Reaching for the nigh impossible, running along his dark path.

Shifting his position, slamming the devil into the ground. Heavily cracking the surrounding tiles, this devastating attack on her.

"Ugh!" the demon releasing his spear.

"Raphael! Stop this!" Esther pleading, stepping forward.

"Perish you damn traitor!" glaring at her.

Facing the Queen, her uncertain eyes on him. Someone unwilling to listen, progressing in his route. Directing his spear at Esther, Anya alarmingly squawking, witnessing him rushing at her sister.

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Extending his artifact, malice greatly burning from it. Hatred fueling the legendary weapon, its willingness to grant his wish. Nearing the one from his past, aiming at her heart. That moving vampire, his stretching arm, grabbing the spear.

An icy mist spreading through, Raphael seeing the area freezing over. A surprising development to two, that demon finally coming onto the battlefield.

His strict vision on the prince, this place growing colder by the moment. The dragon firmly rendering his foot into his foe's chest, this immense hit.

Releasing the weapon, Aster sliding back on his feet, his injuries acting up. Confronting a beast, enduring heavy wounds. Hope resting with one, his excitement for her return.

Believing in her possibility, needing her to awaken. His selfish path, desiring for one from the past. His awareness on a coming moment, steadily finding his answer.

A way to sever her chains of tragedy, racing towards his goal. Shaking away his pain, focusing his attention ahead. That enemy leaping high, a glacier piercing the land, stretching far.

His opponent narrowly avoiding the attack, this shocking sight to the few, Raphael's attention to the vampire. That person extending his arm, an icy fog surrounding him.

Reaching into its depths, grabbing his katana. Swiftly swinging it, moving it into its sheathe, his calm vision on his opponent. Excitement from Anya, the Queen carefully assessing the situation.

A sudden difference in him, someone able to instantly shift gear. The prince sliding down the glacier, that tomb of ice breaking apart. Landing on the ground, massive chunks crashing around.

His gaze on the demon, this challenge before him. Yearning for the old days, his strong feelings. That dragon looking at his surroundings, witnessing the mist thickening within the room.

"Impressive, no matter so, I will return Lucia to this world." Raphael's sharp eyes on his target.

His purpose for going forward, pushing against the harsh tides. These enemies in his way, a man desiring for his happiest days. Reaching for them, unleashing his anger.

That maiden rising to her knee, slowly shaking her head. Her careless actions, the prince gaining the advantage. Her vision on her surroundings, witnessing the crystal particles in the air.

Feeling the cold in the area, her slightly widening eyes. Her attention to the vampire, that person clashing against the dragon.

Their intense assaults, shockwaves ripping apart the area. Their heavy attacks, keeping their positions in mind. Raphael lunging forward, concentrating his negativity in a single point.

This great force on Aster, his uneasy vision. Closing in on the demon, this one flipping over the attack. The prince's eyes above, their meeting visions, both refusing to relent.

Unsheathing his katana, the vampire instantly striking down. Colliding into the dragon's weapon, devastatingly hitting him, that individual sliding back on his feet.

"This vampire...he is different..."

"Well done, but your efforts are pointless." Raphael shaking off the assault.

A proud race, those dominating the battlefield. A great foe before the vampire, his defensive stance. Carefully watching his enemy, his agonizing injuries.

The dragon leaping high, blackness brightly burning from him. Directing his spear at the devil, malice harshly releasing from the man, incinerating the mist around him.

Hastily descending on his opponent, Aster readying himself. An azure aura immensely igniting from him, raising his katana.

Intercepting the prince, precisely striking their rib, immediately following up with a vertical attack. Calmly turning, closing his vision, instantly entombing the dragon in a glacier. The demon sheathing his blade, shattering the prison.

Raphael falling to the ground, hitting the floor, his growing fury. His strongly flowing desires, yearning for his past. Deep pain coming over the vampire, blood gushing out of his body.

"Gryah...!!"

Clashing with the Dark Lord, his great injuries. Unable to participate on the battlefield, waiting on his recovery. Acting in a desperate time, his opening wounds. Stepping away, holding his rib. His body slightly low, his foolish actions.

Using some abilities, gambling on the possibility of defeating the dragon. Everything slowly coming apart, this grim situation on him.

"Aster!" Esther and Anya calling out in alarm.

Pushing onward in the dusk, guiding someone from old towards her awakening. An individual enduring her sorrow, forcing forward in the madness.

Surpassing her challenges, extending her warm hand to others. Believing in her chance, wishing for her to return. The prince steadily rising to his feet, gripping the side of his head.

His serious vision on the vampire, Aster stepping away again, his uneasy eyes on the man ahead. Wagering it all on aiding his companion, his body slowly shutting down.

"Dam—dammit...! I'm still not...recovered enough..." Agony from his tone.

The maiden's trembling eyes, shortly standing up. Those wounds on the vampire, thinking back to his encrypting words.

Someone unable to be on the battlefield, those abilities from him. Concealing his presence, feeling her old friend around her. A childish person, a pure innocence in the dusk.

A parting at the beginning of the eternal night, her companion sending her to safety. A deity choosing to remain behind, combating the Lord of Darkness, this event flowing through her.

Painfully gripping his left arm, little time with them, this person in front of him. Those crimson eyes, that gold armor on her.

These old emotions, hope in the deepest of darkness, his quickly beating chest. A way to turn the conflict, everything riding on this gamble. Believing in this one, her guiding presence.

Her memories containing the answer, this final chance to them. The god's blood dripping down to the floor below, his slowly fading energy.

"I will not leave you here!" her refusal.

"It's too late..." Lowering his head.