Some warmth still existing, parting with her humanity. Essentialness in doing so, harshly pushing onward. Helplessness of her, chaining to a wall. Enduring terrible experiences, her ill sentiments. Hanging on for four years, unable to hold out any longer. A wish within, a devil answering her. Signing a contract, enlightenment coming to her. A price to pay at the end, not caring for this. That burning soul, her igniting heart. Those making her an enemy, her displaying fangs. Two sitting down, a map in front of them, the young man directing at points of interest.

"Towards the east of the docks, there are flammable materials. We will carry some supplies and set off these, which will create a panic." Tapping at the location.

"And while this is happening, others will move into quell it. Then we set off some more, creating even greater chaos. This will be towards the middle of the city." Isa pressing down on the map.

"Correct, you will head in to kill the pope. While you do this, I will be creating more distractions. When you are finished, we will reroute ourselves and flee this city." Zeke gesturing his hand to her.

"Simple, but effective. We move out at nightfall." Folding her arms.

A massive power, a solution to pierce their defense. Objects in place, a way to use these to their advantage. A target in mind, holding in her despair. This fueling her, bracing back against some boxes. Her vision distantly on her claw, that person noticing. Quietness from him, putting some pieces together. Necessity in becoming a demon, not pressing into her life. Those waiting out their time, night shortly coming. That bleeding moon shining down its light, a few in the open. Splitting their path, the young man heading east to the docks. Carefully proceeding in his direction, the coldly blowing breeze. Boxes piling in a corner, a lighter in his hand. Creating the fire, making some distance.

Throwing it, those materials setting ablaze. Racing away, the loud explosion. That shaking land, crumbling buildings. Spreading flames, many taking notice to it. Slipping into the shadows, those of the church acting. Heading to the location, the maiden stepping out of an alley, running to the center. Carrying some boxes, her enormous strength. Power mirroring her resolve, that one dropping it. Dashing onward, residing from afar. Blackness burning from her arm, standing on her side. Unleashing this negativity at it, darkness engulfing the objects. Catching on fire, an explosion ripping through.

Shattering the land, scarring the surrounding buildings. Ensuing panic, structures engulfing in flames. Her moment to act, heading to the cathedral. This unforgiving night, committing atrocities. Her vision on her goal, everything lining up towards her companion. Finding herself in front of her destination, this large place. Stairs leading higher, pillars strongly holding it. That head inside of it, knowing of them. Ascending up the path, treading over the red carpet. Entering it, benches parallel to one another. Candles lining the middle, statues of old along the ends. One of a goddess towards the back, her gaze on the pope at the front. An elderly individual, a white garb on him. This one facing her, sternly looking at her.

"Isa, I am well aware that this is your doing. How far you have fallen, you used to be one of our best." Disappointment from him.

"Fallen I have, but if it is for Elina, then that is fine..."

"Ah yes, she as well has committed a grave sin. Nonetheless, a sacrifice she will be. Repenting her wrong, and bringing enlightenment to countless." Expanding his arms.

Few in awareness on their aim, one stumbling upon a pattern. Her uncertainty at the time, yet an atrocity. Turning her blade against their leader, her crushing defeat. Those capturing her, incapability of doing more. Her partner in the crossfire, discovering their plan years later. Not allowing for this, that enemy before her. Playing along in a sick game, commodities of life. None else mattering, an innocent individual on her mind. A church having countless in their palms, their vast influence. That man's arms behind his back, his strict eyes.

"You demon will die, and far away from Elina."

"You will regret ever coming into our lives..." Her blade afar.

His infuriating words, their never ending cruelness. Living in ignorance within the past, seeking after the truth. Those pulling strings from the shadows, leading countless underneath their vision. Few stepping out of line, eliminating them. These frustrating emotions, unable in doing more. Someone else in the crossfire, not wanting this. Enduring torment, wishing within. Standing before this pope, his arms afar. Invoking a spell, a massive pentagram. This divinely spiraling magic, its immense force, transferring them elsewhere. Standing on a crystal platform, her attention around her.

Distortion around them, nothingness for miles. Gazing ahead, something coming into view. An entity from afar, their silver armor. A hood over their head, their enormous six wings, their wide sword in her direction. This unsettling situation, that pope at the other end. Another watching from between dimensions, her crimson eyes, her gold hair tying at the base with a red ribbon. Her aurum armor, that noble velvet cape extending from the lower half of her back. Bearing witness to this, a great challenge, folding her arms.

"What are you willing to do to have your happiest days again?"

Embracing her imperfections, selfishness guiding her path. Tales of old, one damning the worlds. Opposing the reason of others, her shackling wings. Breaking free, spreading afar. Soaring above, none binding her anymore. Understanding these sentiments, revealing herself at times. Witnessing events, this of another tragedy. Those trying to claim what is within, feverishly pursuing what is inside. This powerful enemy, their immense pressure. A grand foe, a weapon of the church. Her harshly beating chest, her rising emotions, this opponent before the maiden.

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"There is much you do not know Isa, what lost arts the church commands." Calmness from the pope.

"It matters not what trickery you have, I will pierce through your delusion." Her cold tone.

A turning wheel, fate not in decision. Desiring to make her own way, wanting to bring someone back to her. A trial at hand, this enemy in front of her. Those expanding wings, their crushing pressure. That blade afar, bursting through the field. Meeting this action in kind, her katana scraping along the land. Clashing against her opponent, blackness escaping her body. Her bleeding rage, this intensifying malevolence. That shining force, opposing the rationality ahead. Pressing against her, breaking through.

Their fierce strike, spilling blood below. This sharp pain on her, enduring it. Malice repairing her injuries, dashing away. That pursuing foe, her careful eyes. Pressing against the land, flipping over her target. Her one eighty direction, negativity igniting from her right arm. Slamming down, spreading dark waves. Flames of the abyss scorching the area, emerging spikes. That enemy raising their sword, crashing it down. Shattering her assault, particles in the air.

"You may have become a demon, but the power you possess is nothing in comparison to this art." That pope motioning his hand onward.

Waltzing in this field, playing along in a terrible game. Needing to push beyond, this flowing energy. Her high emotions, wanting to save one. Power mirroring her resolve, her unwavering will. Intensifying blackness, this secreting from her body. This foul energy, the man stepping back. His unsettling gaze, one rising to her challenge. Her blade afar, staring down this foe. Her reason to push forward, these grand enemies. This not mattering, having little time. One in their hands, her determination to reach above the surface.

"Are you so certain about this? If so, then allow me to show you otherwise, nothing will quell my rage..."

A vast space, those in another realm. A crystal platform beneath their feet, a powerful entity. Rising to this challenge, words enraging her. Not giving in, her flowing resolve. A knight of this enemy, its enormous figure. Serving underneath the church, a weapon at their disposal. Needing to surpass this foe, a leader in her mind. That day of old, losing to him. Everything falling apart, years going by. Returning stronger, a companion in their grasp. Cherishing that one, a choice leading to her grim reality. Racing in darkness, avoiding shadowy hands.

Reaching for the faintest light, shouting her soul. Dashing onward, that enemy charging at her. Those colliding into one another, shockwaves one after the next. Rushing around each other, increasing pressure. Their swift assaults, the young woman hastily evading. Passing her line of sight, narrowly missing her stomach, barely missing her feet. Deflecting attacks, that intensifying enemy. Flying above, their blade in the air. This increasing force, enduring its influence. Her path in mind, not relenting to this one, her igniting soul. Harshly shining divinity, running along the length of their blade. That energy extending far, their vision on her.

"Not even you can withstand this, Isa." Certainty from the pope.

"As I said...nothing will quell my rage!" her powerful voice.

This shaking area, that crushing pressure. Her rising malice, her path ahead. Two meeting underneath the light of the crimson moon, a strange individual. A friendship forming between them, their growing bond. Deep emotions, her desire within. Choosing this way, not caring for numerous. Only one in her mind, a defeat leading to her companion's imprisonment. That bright girl, innocence existing in this miserable realm.

Rareness in it, those taking advantage of it. Her boiling fury, her katana afar, locking onto her enemy. That motioning foe, closing her stance. Connecting this line, that unleashing attack. Pureness descending on her, the young woman in blackness. Divinity nearing her, rushing forward. Piercing through, enduring its harshness. This crushing force, blood streaming down her. Malice opposing this, her hand reaching for one at the end of this nightmare. Appearing on the other side, that blade cutting through her enemy. A surprising development, the elderly man stepping away.

This falling entity, hitting against the crystal platform. Watching the landing young woman, her direction at her opponent. That one slowly floating up, this of her moment. Blackness fiercely burning from her, bursting through. Facing her, her cold gaze on it. Rapidly striking from each angle, appearing from behind. Standing on her side, lowering her stance, plunging her blade ahead. Releasing massive negativity, devouring this one with her malice. That energy assimilating into her body, this force flowing through her. Ending this enemy, surpassing her challenge. Embracing corruption, her vision on the pope, steadily approaching him.

"For the pain you people have brought her, I will return it quite harshly." Her chilling voice.

Shaking at this, an unbelievable situation. A devil surpassing this art, devouring it. Her tremendous display, blood dripping to the ground. Negativity repairing her wounds, withstanding her pain. Her katana afar, locking onto this man. Bursting through, piercing his body with it. His trembling vision, gazing into those eyes of hers. Her hand over his mouth, crushing his face. Increasing his pain, shattering his skull. Spilling crimson liquid, removing her sword from him. His body hitting below, that shifting realm. Returning to the cathedral, this quiet area. An azure flower by her foot, recognizing it. Kneeling to it, her motioning hand. Touching it, the disintegrating object. That blue light surrounding her, the sound from a dear one to her mind.

I...don't know where I am. The further I go along, the more frightening it is, but more than anything. Isa, I wish to have you with me again, I want our lives to go back to how it was...

Sobbing to her awareness, this suffering one. A simple wish, yearning for their time of togetherness again. Those forcing her to many places, a sacrifice of her. Concealing it underneath their guise of divinity, instilling cruelty. Lowering her head, those sentiments to the maiden. Her heavy breathing, aching within. Feeling this anguish, one enduring much. Carrying on, still remaining pure. Not asking for much, those terrifying her. That young man entering the building, seeing her there. Wondering on her situation, worrying about her.

"Elina...I am sorry that I could not be there. That you were caught up in this..." Her low voice.

Not hearing her words, something not right. Their terrible situation, running up to her. Kneeling to her, his hand on her shoulder. Urging her to rise, necessity in fleeing. Her distant eyes, agreeing with him. Both standing, racing out of this building. Fire scorching the city, those of the church combatting this. A job at completion, two moving through the shadows. That bleeding moon above, shining down its sorrowful light. Companions meeting underneath its presence, gratefulness for it. Wanting those days again, their hearts in bondage.

Hold on Elina, I am coming. Those days of the past, they will become a reality once more. You are a strong person, much more than I am...