The All-Father pulling an entity from the abyss, someone needing her on the surface. Acting on his moment, his crushing assault. A devil trying to grasp a single memory, carrying many emotion within her. An individual once stepping on a plane far above her own, bringing defeat to a great weapon. Choosing to seal herself away, falling deeper into despair.

From a realm below, the gently blowing breeze in the grassy field. That single tall tree, the lightening sky. The once supreme deity looking around, feeling the calm wind. Folding his arms, thinking on the occurrence. His eyes to Lævatein, its quelling cries, pain within it.

"Lævateinn...hmm...alright, I will check up on Cyra." His conflicting tone.

A strange situation, wishing for her presence. His hope fading long ago, the deity falling into blackness. Those tormenting memories, his dreadful heart. Failing to reach her, that companion slipping away. Those once together, their ventures with the other long ago. Through the clouds, within the heavens above. A room with basic arrangements, plants along the corners.

Paintings on the wall, the steel floor. The young woman unconscious at the center of the room, shortly awakening from her slumber. Her slowly opening eyes, rising to her knees. Her attention on her surroundings, this confusing place. Some fragments within her, holding the side of her head. Excruciating pain on her, wondering on the reason for it.

"What...happened...? Who am I...? Wait, I remember...Maria..."

Unable to recall more, sentiments residing inside of her. These lingering fragments, a heart filling with sorrow. Her unsettling situation, ascending to her feet. Observing the area, a window not in the room. Her serious vision, needing to discover her enemies, an unnerving problem. Gazing at her armor, this confusing her. Unease in her, her quickly beating chest, holding her hands to her chest. Ill feelings within her, her shaking body.

"Why would I be wearing this...?"

Never fading emotions, little in her, wanting to connect the pieces. Treading in blackness, her path without light. Endlessly wandering within it, resisting once more. A sounding door, turning to it. Ares standing there, his pitiable eyes on her. This familiar person to her, rage swelling within her. Steadying herself, needing to take caution. Her guiding years, this pointing her direction.

"You must be wondering a lot of things by now. Just know that you are but a weapon of the gods, an angel to serve. You should be elated, your efforts will bring peace to the Nine Worlds." Pleasantly expanding his arms.

"Peace?"

Words catching her attention, these ill feelings. A war at hand, not wanting to be part of it. Her armor on her, these sentiments in her. Wishing to leave, a dilemma in her hands. This terrible situation, unable to gauge her foe. A place confining her, pieces escaping her, a person requiring information. Her indescribable emotions, anger boiling at her depths. Observing her enemy, her careful vision.

"Hm? Why do you not speak?" folding his arms.

"Why do I hold animosity towards this person...?"

These maliciously flowing sentiments, keeping quiet, thinking on the information. His voice, his posture, hatred brewing at her depths. Her never fading resolve, this passion burning within her.

Her eyes on him, weighing her situation. Awakening in a strange room, that individual confronting her. Some knowledge in her grasp, these small points. Her continuous dread, those feelings stepping into actuality once more.

"I wonder if he overdid it...anyway, please follow me to your training grounds." Sighing from the god, gesturing his arm to the door.

Forever remaining problems, dragging someone from the depths. Her hazy memories, an enemy before her. Her certainty on it, one alone in this madness. Her great anger, wanting to know the reason. A way to leave her prison, needing to expand her view. Shortly following behind him, playing along in his game.

Walking down her black path, her distant gaze, light no longer there. In the throne room, the once supreme deity before the All-Father, his suspicious vision on the gods. A devil long ago performing a miracle, remembering her parting words. Enemies trying to tear it down, his shaky state.

"So Hades made his move, and the Accursed?" Valor positioning his arms in a thinking posture.

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"Right now there has not been any deployed. We have to close this gap, and I believe I found the solution." Odin calmly resting his arm on the handle of his seat.

An old dream, wanting to embrace it. Their dreadful separation, his never ending nightmares. Failing to reach his companion, everything slipping away. Tiring of it all, his aching heart. Following her words, watching over the worlds.

Yearning to disappear, his tormenting agony. A grand war, clashing against others. This terrible situation, only one able to shift the conflict. That person no longer there, leaving the future in his hands.

"And that solution is?" the once supreme god's strict eyes.

A deity once grand, surpassing countless, gaining his supreme title through his efforts. Carrying it for years, eventually revoking it on his failure. One deserving it, that devil in her slumber. A battle between two, their similar goal. Their shifting paths, his old friend wanting to rest.

Her great despair, someone envying others. Those emotions within her, unleashing it on him. Her heavy burdens, the god unable to resist, two separating again. Odin carefully proceeding, this hard situation to believe.

"For now while that is being sorted, I ask of you to head down into Helheim, and quell the enemies there. We need to buy some time, it shouldn't be long." Odin assuring him.

Forever existing tragedy, those selfishly moving onward. Each believing in their course, these natural feelings. Hearts feverishly clashing against the reason of others, refusing to relent. One able to best the current conflict, a deity pulling her from her slumber.

Secluding this information, needing to do so. The once supreme god's eyes on the All-father, shortly facing away. His awareness on half truths, shortly looking to the surrounding entities. Freya catching his gaze, her heart continuously intact. Trusting her, putting his faith in her.

"Very well."

Never dying sentiments, one searching for a way, his deep frustrations. Falling into blackness, wandering in loneliness. His gripping failure, following his old friend's wish. Wanting her with him, these old companions. Their close bond, enduring her sorrow. Her great hatred, a person unleashing it on her enemies.

The trial of Sloth, the young woman yearning to rest. A battle between two, one from the heavens, the other from the land. Valor positioning his arms in a thinking posture, considering the situation. Remembering Lævateinn's cries, a connection with it.

Lævateinn was crying...but I won't be able to check up on Cyra for a while. Forgive me...I will do so as soon as I can...

Eternally branding nightmares, those sinking into despair. Aching within, tears in silence. A devil not trusting others, someone refusing to stay quiet. Shouting what is within, learning much from her. A weapon desiring for their partner, those continuously existing feelings.

In the training camp, the maiden residing there, observing it. Fences around her, the rigid area. A complex terrain, some housing in the area. Noting these points, her attention to Ares. That deity assessing the environment, wondering on its challenge for her.

"Now then Maria, you should have retained your battle senses." Ares glancing back to her.

"Retained?"

An old entity locking away her memories, bringing her into this grand problem. Ares words catching her notice, her senses on the battlefield. Pondering on it, her growing suspicion. Someone knowing her, those requiring her. Pieces inside of her, her quiet state. A reason existing, her certainty in it. A weapon of the gods, her resistance within, the maiden's burning soul. Despising this person before her, her guiding emotions.

"We will do a quick warmup. You will lead those angels behind you, use them well." Ares turning towards her.

Her attention behind, those uncertain eyes on her. A suicidal war, these individuals unable to stand on their own. This sickening feeling in her, her hasty heart. Casting into darkness, sinking below the surface.

Drowning in despair, an entity breaking through the surface. Wandering in loneliness, her endeavors over the years. Loathing to take up arms, these existing sentiments. Her slight movements, some dust in the area, trying to rationalize these feelings.

"I am certain now, this god is someone I must end..." Her serious gaze on him.

Flowing feelings, streaming along an endless line. Her black surroundings, light no longer there. Fragments within her, grasping them. These guiding sentiments, her hatred for the one ahead. Needing an opening, these pieces on the chessboard. Soldiers heading into battle, these fragile souls behind her. Disposable commodities, her boiling blood. Currently playing a role, awaiting her chance.

"Now then, we begin the training. It won't be easy, and if you die, then you die." Ares shrugging.

Weapons of the gods, entities not caring for their soldiers. Desiring for results, their extreme actions. These indescribable emotions in her, her increasing rage. Carefully pacing herself, her willingness to play a similar game.

Understanding selfishness, embracing what is within. The clear sky, fences keeping those to the land. Observing the defenses, this terrible situation on her. Glancing back to the angels, hesitance from them. Their shaking weapons, none fighting a day in their lives.

"If there is any chance of me getting out of here, I will need them..." Her uneasy eyes.

Refusing to submit to deities, her igniting sentiments. Her eternally resisting heart, a way towards her freedom, that faint light in the darkness. An intensifying pressure, the quivering angels. Ares heavy footsteps, instantly appearing before one.

His harshly burning hand, horror in the male's eyes. The young woman's moving arm, gripping his wrist, holding it high. Their meeting visions, this shocking occurrence. Her cold gaze on him, that person remembering it well. An entity instilling fear into countless, clashing against a grand weapon.

Noting his unease, her weight over him. Rendering her knee into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. An action surprising the rest, watching the god falling to the ground. Shortly gathering himself, pushing himself up to his knee. Looking behind, her back facing him, her sharp eyes in his direction.

"You truly are the Bringer of Demise..." His slightly shaking body.