The unrestful night, an influence growing stronger. One from the deepest abyss steadily making her stand once again, tearing down her obstacles. Enduring her pain, reaching for her blissful past.

Fear in countless, that individual bringing down three of the Magi's. High above the clouds, the death angel flying through the dusk. Unease within her, someone witnessing her other half growing stronger.

Unsettling sentiments within Rose, images in her mind. The maiden weakly proceeding in the madness, running along a terrifying battlefield. Chasing after her other half, eventually standing on a higher plane.

This person before the death angel, feeling in the Seraph's shadow again. Her distant gaze, these gripping emotions within her. Thinking back, her mind on the beginning of the horrible night.

A wasteland underneath the bleeding light, dark lightning ripping through the battlefield. Many screaming, their flesh burning away.

Cyra and Rose racing along its length, the unrelenting young woman, two clashing against the other.

Hearts in the insanity, their purpose to push onward. One seeking to be free from the maiden, the other yearning to stop her other half.

The death angel expanding her wings, soon diving at the maiden. Their meeting azure and crimson visions, both colliding once more.

A powerful shockwave ripping through, the devil sliding back. Plunging her blade into the land, stopping her direction. An individual refusing to give in, the demon's heart crying out.

"Rose! Enough of this!" Cyra pleading.

"You are much too soft Cyra, I have no intention of stopping." Rose slightly looking away.

Confusion from the maiden, her growing unrest. Two halves once whole, the death angel strongly persisting. The entity seeing the Seraph, her hasty heart.

Extending her staff afar, bursting through. Both clashing against one another, the powerful impact shaking the devil. Fury from Rose, the being slamming down her weapon.

Negative electricity crushing the young woman, the attack shortly violently exploding. Parts from the land flying in every direction, smoke rushing everywhere.

The slowly clearing scene, that demon on her knee, holding herself up with her sword. Blood streaming down the side of her face, her sorrowful vision on the one ahead.

"Rose...why...?" Cyra's dreadful voice.

"I am finally free, Cyra..."

Slightly looking down, the young woman understanding those feelings. A heart wishing for freedom, a harshly burning resolve. Everything falling into madness, her desire for normalcy.

A worsening dusk, terror everywhere. Rose looking to her staff, the entity thinking on her action. Shortly facing away from the maiden, flying onward a bit. The devil's gaze on her, soon rising to her feet.

"For now I will let you go, but I mean it. If you persist, then the next time, I will be aiming to kill. Take care, Cyra." Rose ascending into the air.

The young woman's vision on the death angel, witnessing her flying high. Black feathers raining down, covering the horrific battlefield, burning away into dust.

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Blanketing the area in its dark mist, the demon agonizingly looking at it. Her hand to her chest, thinking on her decision. Two far from the other, the devil standing in darkness.

Screaming out to her other half, that entity stopping, soon facing her. The maiden moving forward, racing through the night. Rose's vision on the one below, seeing the maiden pursuing her.

A conflict in the dusk, two halves racing in the madness. Clashing against one another, their connecting hearts. The young woman's strongly burning resolve, pushing through her pain.

The death angel's leniency on the demon, allowing her growth. That entity's eyes on Raiser's castle below, numerous demons roaming the town. Shortly descending, making her way to the gate.

Wrath floating there, feeling a powerful energy in his direction. His eyes above, seeing black feathers falling from the sky, blanketing the earth in its dark mist. Folding his arms, awaiting the arrival of one.

Rose soon coming into view, his eyes on the king's body. Slightly smiling, an impressive feat. The death angel landing, her calm eyes on the fiend. Standing there for a moment, calmly tapping the crystal.

"Well call me impressed, you actually got it." The shrugging Accursed.

Rose carefully assessing the situation, this great severity at hand. Her other half growing in power, unleashing a terrifying display. The young woman's soft heart, a guiding hand leading many in her black warmth.

The death angel glancing to the body, wondering if the Harmonizer is inferior to the demon. A person constantly ascending, surpassing her limits. Her great injuries, one resisting the night. This piece in Rose's hands, her vision on her goal.

"It was not difficult, you dolts just have a poor habit of not planning." Rose folding her arms.

"Hey now, no need to be sharp, so how is our little enemy doing?" interest from Wrath's voice.

A few pieces remaining on the board, the death angel's vision on her opportunity. Flying down her path, racing towards her desire. Positioning her arms in a thinking posture, her slightly grim expression.

Her other half weak in the beginning, someone rising far beyond her standing. That entity continuously in the shadow of the Seraph, her boiling emotions. Two different halves, a connecting point between them. Both resisting the night, forcing onward to their own wish.

"She has been critically injured by Raphael." Rose looking away a bit.

"Ah, that is splendid news, go on in. I am certain Lord Hades will be delighted to hear." Wrath smiling.

"Indeed..."

An entity slowly moving to her desire, keeping her mind on her goal. Someone witnessing her other half's feats, a person surpassing their challenges. These flowing sentiments in the death angel, some frustration yet bliss.

Rose shortly flying past Wrath, carrying the late king's body inside the castle. Keeping certain information to herself, making her way far underground. Hades standing in his prison, a seal shackling him there.

That beast yearning for freedom, his increasing fury. The Dark Lord soon feeling an approaching presence, his eyes to the opening door. Rose floating on the other end, this pleasant arrival.

"Enter." Urging her in.

These steadily aligning pieces with each passing hour, someone racing towards her wish. Playing her role, her mind on the end result. Two halves each seeking after what is inside, proceeding with their own method. Rose faintly smiling, soon moving onward.

Shortly levitating in front of the Lord of Darkness, resting the body of the late king down at her side. The purely shining crystal, Hades eyes on the Harmonizer, a beast eagerly awaiting his freedom. A tormenting night, obstacles in place, everything falling into his grasp.

"Ah, splendid work." Complementing her.

"Oh, it wasn't a problem. Cyra has been critically injured by Raphael of the dragons, figured she's one foot in the ground anyway. I simply took the body, and came right here." Pleasantly resting her hand on her chest.

Her careful words, telling half-truths. The young woman's great injuries, someone growing more powerful in the night. The other half playing an important purpose, that death angel moving pieces into place.

Flying along her dark road, reaching for the slimmest light. Her deep desire, the entity drawing closer towards her goal. Stringing the Dark Lord in her plan, one connecting the line to her future.

A demon never stopping, feverishly opposing the dusk. Hades eyes on her, feeling the war moving underneath his claw again, the night shifting each moment.

"I see, looks like that dragon had his uses." His calm voice.

The maiden making her way through the dusk, becoming stronger over time. An individual rising to her challenges, withstanding her agony. The death angel witnessing their development, some warmth to her heart.

Locking onto her direction, her other half making her dream more likely. Tapping the crystal at her side, her eyes locking to the Dark Lord's own. Aligning another piece, her clear path in mind. Desires strongly burning, everyone reaching for what is within.

"Now go on, the body is rightfully yours." Rose encouraging.