Flowing memories, sentiments within. One of pureness, a bright individual. Faithfully serving in her own way, an action by her companion. Believing in her path, rising to her challenges. Turning her blade against their leader, defeat coming to her. Refusing to remain in silence, not accepting their way. Those stringing them along, a pattern to her awareness. Missing information, this coming to light a few years later. Concerning with her partner, a sacrifice, her boiling hatred. Unleashing it, shouting her soul. No longer a human, a demon of her. Her shifting form, a body reflecting her resolve. Using the lives of others, encountering one from the past.

A man believing in his direction, an innocence still existing. Not ending his life, allowing for his escape. A memory from a precious one, her stirring emotions. Stealing a ship, her determination to reach her companion. A stormy night, the harsh waves. Unable to command this vessel, resisting its force. A terrible impact, flying overboard. Desperately clinging onto the ledge, not giving in. Her mind on one, climbing on. This craft crashing into an object, its heavy collision. Hurling towards the mast, hitting her back against it. Falling unconscious, unforgiving of nature. That fading night, struggling from her. A warm surface, her tensing face. Groaning a bit, pushing up to her knees. A port of her location, her ship in pieces.

"Just great...now what...?" rising to her feet, holding the side of her head.

A storm washing her away, her vessel no more. Safety at the moment, a problematic predicament. Moving forward a bit, observing her surroundings, this familiar area. None within it at the moment, fortune in this. A stronghold of the church, her pitiful clothing. Pieces of rags, enemies able to quickly identify her. Parts from her ship, positioning her arms in a thinking posture, importance in blending in. Some money on hand, finding a bit on board.

"Hey, you okay?" a man wondering.

Stopping for a moment, those clothes on her. Her terrible rags, attire of criminals. Facing him, unease from him. Those claws, her pale skin. Her fierce eyes, that energy secreting from her. Slowly stepping away, this great timing. Rushing forward, appearing behind him. Striking the back of his neck, this immense force. That falling person, unconsciously collapsing on the ground. Stripping him of his clothing, dressing in it herself. A grey shirt, brown shorts as well. Betterment in this, glancing down at him. Moving his body behind some boxes, needing some time.

Those meeting underneath the bleeding moon, an evening not of expectance. Their growing bond, a valuable relationship. Deep sentiments, cherishing one another. Everything slipping away, her companion in the hands of another. Residing in a land afar, that enormous building. Its pillars standing proud, stairs leading upward. That man sitting in front of the statue, some tension to his violet eyes. A place of worship, yet unsettling events. One from the deepest abyss, forcing her way out of prison. Stealing a ship, not relenting on her goal. The opening door, Elina walking in. Chains on her, her filthy dress. Few leading her towards the man, fear inside of her. Rising from below, facing her, his hands behind his back.

"Your abilities have immensely improved, so you must know what is happening." His sharp gaze.

"What will you do...?" slightly lowering her head.

"There is no going back for Isa, she has become a monster she once slayed. As such, the full force of the church will be brought down upon her." His unwavering tone.

Going far, forming a contract. Changing her body, becoming a monster. Once slaying those creatures, faithfully serving a church. Embracing in this corruption, a way to reach one from the past. A price to pay at the end, fineness with this. Wanting that one back in her arms, a vast power. Those having everyone in the palm of their hands, dictating their course. Carefulness from them, acting in the light of their eyes. Many not in awareness, these true colors in the shadows. Words from this man, his horrifying message. Dread within, worrying about her partner.

"I spared her death once, but I will not do so twice." His stern voice.

An enemy to them, one rising in blackness. Racing in its loneliness, seeking after a faint light. Determination from her, shouting her soul. Once in confinement, holding onto the smallest of hope. Her powerful resolve, deep wounds on her body. Her great hatred, unleashing it on her enemies. Those in opposition to her, a plan in place for another. A sacrifice towards their goal, their way of divinity. Differences of many, a force controlling their path. That city across the land, the young woman leaving a clothing store. New attire on her, a white coat. A black shirt, her dark jeans reaching long.

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"This is much better, now I better get a move on before my presence is detected." Folding her arms.

A terrible start, her ship in a storm. Its harsh force, falling unconscious. Awakening at a port, some fortune upon her. Thinking on her next move, the Temple of Seres. This no less the destination, a way to intervene. Visualizing her path, one in their hands. Giving up much, desiring to save her companion. A commotion to her attention, a young man racing towards the west. His direction to the docks, guards chasing after him. Wondering on this, trailing after him. Finding herself at the harbor, some people about. A bit of commotion from them, those of the church questioning individuals.

Avoiding their detection, carefully searching the area. Standing from a distance, her eyes on a warehouse. One possibly hiding there, heading to it. Entering the building, none inside. Boxes stacking high, barrels around the corners. Cautiously proceeding, coming into view of the person. His blonde hair, those orange eyes. A coat on him, its red color. His white shirt, his long brown jeans. Gazing at her, her presence surprising him for a second. Noting her appearance, strangeness in it. Shortly calming himself, sighing in relief. Bracing back against some boxes, gesturing his hand to her.

"Heard some things about you, former church dog now a demon." Faintly smiling at her.

"Word spreads faster than I thought..." Positioning her arms in a thinking posture, looking away.

"Well, it has to. They gotta maintain their so called higher standing." Propping his arms behind his head, his vision above.

Unsettling information, thinking back to the store. Possibility of them knowing, one in plain sight. Uncertainty in their range, pushing it out of mind for now. This one before her, a criminal to the church. Those in the shadows, opposing the reason of others. Wanting to live their lives, resisting grand efforts. Hiding away, cautiously proceeding. Understanding this a bit more, some of those over her years. Ripping away the lives of countless, desiring to believe in her path. Acting underneath the strings of others, choosing to embrace this way.

"You shouldn't concern yourself too much yet though, word hasn't spread that far." Assuring her.

"I see, tell me. Do you know where Armand is specifically located? Even in my days at the church, it was nearly impossible for someone such as my rank to track him." Her hand on her waist.

"I might have connections, but not something that can track him. All I know for sure, is that he conducts rituals at the Temple of Seres, it is likely his location is near there." Folding his arms.

"Makes sense, I am heading there either way." Sighing from her.

Misfortune in this, yet a direction no less. That Temple of Seres, his location possibly near there. Streaming along a line of endlessness, flowing waves. Riding in its harshness, emerging from the depths. Pursuing her goal, staining her soul in blackness. Shouting out, no longer in silence. Enemies around her, their high standing. A way to combat them, this enormous challenge. Willingness in rising to this, that young man gazing at her. Malevolence secreting from her, warmth in it. Her difficult path, seeing an ending to this nightmare.

"Ya know, not everyone is taken by the church's sly words. Some even try to oppose them, but it is like going up against the entire world. This city once being quite a diverse place, now look at them. Mindless puppets, it sickens me." Pounding the side of the ground in frustration.

"This is not my problem." Turning from him.

"If you are going to go up against Armand, then it will serve you well to start taking out his strongholds. This place being one of them, take out this city, and his influence will weaken." That young man rising from the land.

His sensible words, that powerful leader. A grand order, soldiers at his disposal. Those following his every command, a single demon against them. Foolishness in allowing their gathering, connecting these lines. Probability increasing with each falling one, her partner at the end of this. An enemy to countless, accepting it. Choosing her direction, refusing to relent. Her burning spirit, resisting Armand’s reason. Her feverish heart, reaching for her deepest desire. Facing that person, folding her arms, his credible message.

"I suppose you are correct. However, taking out every little thing will simply cost necessary time. Executing the leading figure should be more than enough to cripple them, and while doing this. It will make sense to create some more chaos on the way."

"Right, but if we are to do this. Can we avoid the people getting caught up in this?" his hand at the back of his head.

"I care not if this entire world burns, my goal is far more important than their safety. The enemy will not care, and neither should we." Turning from him.

Imprisonment on an island, residing in a deep pit. Her torturous experience, hatred far within. Learning cruelty, embracing in this. Grasping it, giving up her humanity. Needing to bring one to safety, her willingness to use any method. Witnessing her anger, knowing some of her history. Once residing high, a kind individual. Descending into despair, becoming a demon. Her powerful resolve, her eyes on her goal. Those taking everything, her action towards a church. Discovering their way, cherishing her beliefs. Unleashing this ferocity, her unrelenting determination.

"I am aware, but let's at least try to minimize the damage..." Looking down a bit.

"I have no intention of causing more damage than necessary, but our priority is killing their head." Her hand on her waist.

"Very well, Zeke is my name. I already know yours, Isa." Mildly smiling at her.