One from the deepest shadows steadily returning into actuality, someone extending her warm hand to others. Her deep pain, her crushing sins. Constantly pushing onward, resisting the grim night.
Her will to oppose, these feverish sentiments inside of her. Standing at the door of the throne room, her distant eyes ahead. Turning her attention to her hand, this darkness within her. One devouring others, growing stronger through them.
The magnification of her emotions, some positives coming from it. Feeling ease from Raphael and Lucia, these blissful feelings in her. Two showing her a new possibility, an enemy reaching for her light.
"You okay?" Esther's hand to her chest, slightly tilting her head.
Glancing back, her comrades eyes on her. Someone bathing in her sins, friends continuously following her. A great wrong on the realms, a devil racing through the dusk. Seeking after her past, trying to end this war.
A dire situation in them, her weak state, their foe getting ahold of the king's body. That vampire looking away, an individual never relenting in the old days.
Her deep anguish, this person always turning the smallest chance into an actuality. Her soft heart, her crushing despair, never forgetting it. The maiden raising her hand, shortly pushing open the door.
Negativity racing past her, everyone alarmingly looking back to the room. Facing the direction, their eyes on its pitiful state. That young woman positioning her arms in a thinking posture, focusing on the energy's source.
"What was that...?" Anya lowering herself a bit in unease.
The worsening night, a familiar force rushing past them. The vampire carefully thinking, folding his arms. His slightly stern expression, this gripping feeling on him. His growing suspicion, those aiming to harm one.
A devil closing in on completely awakening, her weak state being an opportunity. His serious eyes, connecting the pieces. Those high ones making their way below, a currently valuable moment.
"Can it be...?" his hand to his chin.
The young woman glancing to him, having an idea on the threat. Foes coming down, their fast movements. Thinking on her options, turning her attention onward. Her vision out the door, her slightly widening eyes.
Stepping away, a crystal room ahead of her. This elaborate plan, deities awaiting their time. A desperate situation, the demon's unease. Shortly settling herself a bit, looking from left to right. Her enemies energies within every direction, her hasty heart.
"Everyone, stay cautious." Shifting her gaze behind.
Facing the demon, their eyes on the crystal arena. That mesmerizing azure in each direction, these concentrating emotions. An enormous realm, a trap for one. Aster's fist shaking in frustration, his uncertainty to combat this situation.
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His weak body, that bit of hope slipping away. Anya stepping back, her unsettling heart. That maiden's eyes on her challenge, this one continuously reaching for the tiniest chance.
"What is...going on here...?" Esther moving back a bit.
"Come, Iconoclast, to where you shall eternally sleep." A Magi's confident voice.
"Bethlehem..." Aster's stern tone.
Slowly approaching her old days, these guiding feelings. An entity loathing the battlefield, her growing hatred. Constantly opposing her enemies, her will to push onward.
Running down her dark path, her hand to the smallest light. Her body in pain, everyone's morale at a low point. Her strongly burning resolve, one from long ago rising to the problem.
Common tactics of war, these foes coming at her most vulnerable hour. Placing her hand on her waist, her vision ahead, a crystal stairway stretching high to another platform.
"Valkyrie, your injuries, we should find a way to escape for now..." Esther's hand to her chest, her eyes to the maiden.
Glancing back to the Queen, an impossible option for them. Deities on the playing field, their great influence. Hearts in this madness, that turning wheel. Every piece on the board, Magi's eliminating their routes to flee.
That Seraph behind the young woman, her hand to her chin. Aster slightly looking down, his deep unease. The princess facing him, concern from her. Everything riding on the demon's success, their hope in her.
"If only it is that simple, the Magi's are much too clever, they will not allow for any retreat. This entire castle has been moved to another dimension.” The devil gripping her arms.
"Another...dimension...?" Anya's hesitant voice, looking to the maiden.
"In short, we gotta defeat them to escape..." Aster folding his arms, his vision below.
"Correct, you all stay back, they are after me." Cyra lowering her arms.
Efforts to silence one, that person from the deepest shadows moving into reality. Seeking after her old days, her powerfully igniting determination. Her will to proceed, tackling the threats in the dusk.
Wishing to bring back the daylight for her friends, feverishly reaching for her happiest times again. Pain on her, her rising hatred. Continuously forcing onward, these emotions flowing to the surface.
"No, we are going together. In our current condition, it is likely we will lose apart, but if we fight as one, then we may have a chance." Esther's hand to her chest.
"Right! Let's get them!" Anya rising in confidence.
The sighing vampire, scratching the back of his head. This great gamble, his faint smile. Their chance together, these familiar sentiments.
Companions giving back to the young woman, aiding her in her time of need. One taking on much for countless years, someone constantly extending her hand to others.
Enduring her agony, treading in the black abyss. These friends at her slide, a slim ray of hope. The brightening gleam, their will to oppose driving them forward.
"Well, I see no better alternative. Your decision, Cyra?" his gaze to the maiden.
Closing her eyes, reflecting on her years alone in her fight. Endlessly clashing against her despair, a curse branding on her since her birth.
An abomination on the worlds, this entity rising from the depths. Taking her stand at the top, damning the realms long ago. Desires driving her way, her wish to put down her warms, someone yearning for her joyful days again.
Her comrades laying down their lives for her, their hand towards her in the black abyss. Her old companions with her, Kain, Rick, Emily, and Martha. Their gentle smiles to her, nodding their agreement.
"What takes you so long? Hurry on in." Indra's impatient voice.
"Your demise will come sooner or later, Iconoclast." Balthasar's calm tone.
"Is that so? Then I hate to disappoint you, but I do not plan to die this night, or any other night as a matter of fact." Opening her vision, her gentle eyes ahead.