One clashing against the shadows, slowly awakening to what is within her. Her guiding emotions, selfishly pursuing her direction. Her gentle hand to many, blanketing them in her black warmth.
Withstanding her pain, rising to her many challenges. A mistake from the Dark Lord, someone constantly a thorn in his side. Hades eyes on the late king's body, the entity visualizing his freedom.
His goal long ago, his desire to rule over the Nine Worlds. These pieces coming together, the death angel pulling strings in the night.
"Right, just a moment." Some excitement from his voice.
A desire from the past, these hazy memories. Someone pursuing his future, everything slipping away from him. This feeling still with him, his determination to push forward. The Dark Lord's brightly burning malice, that force leaving him.
His vessel breaking apart, the flowing energy latching onto the late king's body. That death angel watching their negativity merge with Raiser's corpse, her vision steadily coming into place.
Blackness enveloping the room, this great pressure on the area. The slowly ceasing power, Hades vision to the ground. Shortly rising to his feet, soon facing Rose. An individual nearing his wish, a war coming closer to the end.
Each side reaching for what is inside, their strong resolve to push onward. The death angel moving pieces into position, refusing to live in the shadow of the Seraph.
"How do you feel?" Rose's hand to her chin.
His attention to his hands, clenching them in and out, feeling this great energy flowing through him. Potential never reaching its full capability, an enormous force hiding in the shadows.
One holding the possibility to grasp the Nine Worlds, yet never realizing it. Hades vision on his path, moving down his direction. The night growing stronger, devils from the highest ranks coming onto the playing field.
All the while, Rose aware on her other half. Someone continuously opposing her challenges, no matter of the difficulty. These connecting chains, the death angel locking onto her chance for success.
"So much power flowing through this body...it is indescribable." The ecstatic Dark Lord.
Harmonizers, those acting as guardians to the mortal world. Their true potential rivaling the gods, this race originally diligently serving their purpose.
Eventually fading away into history, yet one remaining with great potential. Two massive powers in one place, Hades approaching his goal. A problem still persisting, the Lord of Darkness feeling the seal on him.
The once supreme god playing a role in his torment, a contingency on the level of the Iconoclast. Needing something else, these frustrating emotions in the dragon. The death angel aware on the missing piece, her light vision on the Dark Lord.
"There is only one problem..." Frowning a bit.
"And that is?" slightly tilting her head.
"I still cannot leave this place. That damn seal is much stronger than I had thought, is there anyway to break it?" turning from the death angel.
Someone close to his freedom, a deity still getting in his way. These frustrating sentiments, angrily stomping his foot on the ground. Shortly calming himself, this obstacle in his way.
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The body in his grasp, another necessary piece towards his throne. His strongly burning desires, his will to proceed in the dusk. Folding his arms, evaluating the situation.
This opportunity to the death angel, the individual moving another part into place. Faintly smiling, soon facing away from the Lord of Darkness.
"Hmm...I have an idea..." glancing back to Hades.
Events coming together, her eyes on her path towards her tomorrow. Three remaining Accursed, the Lord of Darkness amongst them. A terrible situation, the young woman willing to rise to her challenge.
The death angel proceeding to her deepest desire, her heart slowly coming free. A solution to Hades attention, that deity facing Rose. These chains on him, his wish to be free from them. This unrestful night, every major piece moving onto the battlefield.
"And what is your idea?" interest from him.
One from the deepest abyss returning to the surface, her great wounds, someone feverishly persisting. An entity tackling her challenges, the night finding themselves against a calamity.
Rose witnessing this development, the death angel having a measure for her own success. Glancing away, positioning her arms in a thinking posture.
Stirring the situation like a hive, leading Hades by the strings. Rose holding the pieces in her hands, pushing each into play at crucial times.
"The artifact, Reviver. That can certainly break the seal, it is the most powerful weapon after all. There is one problem though, Cyra wields it, and it is far stronger now." Cleverly touching her chin.
Parts falling into place, a hand pulling the strings. The hasty Dark Lord, a valuable piece in the death angel's hands. A devil clashing through the night, their weak state at the start. Someone persisting, eventually standing strong.
Rose waiting for her time, shifting another part onto the playing field. Betting on the small chance, her willingness to grab hold of it. Racing to her deepest desire, these powerfully flowing emotions.
"If it is as you say, one of the Accursed can handle her, and you can bring me the weapon." Hades folding his arms.
Betrayal around every corner, desires driving the way underneath the crimson light. Resolves stubbornly sounding, these simple sentiments guiding the way. The death angel pulling the strings, gaining confirmation for the Accursed roles.
Three on the battlefield, needing them to tire the young woman. Reviver the grand prize, a weapon able to determine the end result. Rose waiting for her moment, visualizing her path to victory.
"Very well then, that can be done." The death angel faintly smiling.
Playing her role, keeping her eye on her prize. Steadily moving towards her deepest desire, soaring along her dark path. Rose shortly flying away, leaving the Dark Lord to set the field to her plan.
A long war slowly coming to its conclusion, her wish in sight. Reaching for her own life, refusing to live in the shadow of the Seraph. Wanting to ascend higher than the gods, yearning to command her own existence.
"Hm hm, all according to plan...come, Cyra." The calm death angel.
A few critical pieces remaining in the dusk, each aiming for their goal. One from the abyss approaching actuality, the maiden proceeding in a feverish frenzy. Those companion returning to the valley, choosing to stop for a break on top a hill.
A last stretch on their hands, their will to see this nightmare through to its end. The young woman standing by the fire, glancing to Valor in displeasure.
Someone awaiting an explanation for his concealment, concerning with him for many hours. Shortly shifting her attention to edge of the hill, the devil walking towards it. That sighing deity, scratching the back of his head.
Guilt in him, lowering his head. Needing to seclude himself, betting on her possibility. The once supreme deity looking to the queen, the woman folding her arms, her stern gaze on him.
"She was worried you know, you should go apologize, and explain yourself." Esther's slightly strict voice on him.
"Right..." Scratching his cheek with his index finger, soon turning in the maiden's direction.
The maiden sitting at the edge of the hill, her rightful anger at him. Someone searching for hours, concerning herself with his safety. Enduring her torment, needing him once again.
A difficult choice for him, requiring her to reawaken. Someone able to bring forward miracles, her many actions from the past. Something more existing, wishing to sever her tragic chains, promising to prove himself to her again.
"Go on, I'm sure things will be fine." Anya smiling.
His eyes to the princess, shortly shifting it to the queen. Their assurance to him, these two valuable friends with him. An entity keeping this secret, lying to her plain sight.
The young woman pushing forward, steadily returning to the surface. Seeing her more over the passing time, desiring to put a close to a long nightmare. The deity slowly inhaling and exhaling, soon making his way to the demon.
Esther and Anya moving to the fire, both sitting down next to it. Their vision to Valor, watching him approach the devil. Two old friends, a bond eternally holding strong.