One from old seeking her deepest desire, racing through blackness, avoiding shadowy hands. Her unrelenting resolve, shouting her soul, shaking mighty beings above. Surpassing numerous, her painful experiences. Grasping the hopes and dreams of others, performing a miracle.
Envying them, a devil unable to relish in happiness. Ares faintly smiling, rising to his feet, glancing back. Unease from the angels, witnessing his hasty recovery. The young woman's sharp eye on him, her cautious state. Someone requiring answers, her careful judgment.
"Heh, you're ready alright." Folding his arms.
Pushing the boundary, ascertaining her worth. Steadily finding her ground, quietly continuing her direction. Facing the deity, his increasing pressure. Expecting this from him, needing to stay low. Fragments inside of her, importance to make sense of them. Her lingering emotions, her gripping hatred. Playing along in their game, folding her arms.
"Remember and remember well, you are a weapon of the gods. To serve, that is your purpose, and nothing else." His strict tone.
"To serve..."
A weapon to serve the gods. No...I do not believe this in the least...
Her risky action, testing her necessity. Verifying a bit, her weight having some significance. Memories not with her, these pieces within her. Her powerful enemies, a great problem in her hands. Steadily searching for her freedom, those swelling feelings.
Angels underneath her command, value in them. Ares turning to the others, noting her trait. Someone giving hope to the hopeless, a never fading quality. Those once allies, now meeting underneath different conditions.
"You have a fine commander here, follow her orders, and maybe you might return alive." Calmly gesturing his hand to them.
One from the land rising far, instilling fear into countless, driving the worlds to the Day of Ruin. An abomination of a birth, two no longer within the living. One reflecting them, witnessing her capabilities. These unsettling sentiments in him, her enormous growth. Sealing a deity, surpassing her old friend.
Her infinite potential, his certainty on it. Facing away, the deity gazing at her for a moment. Both distrusting the other, that god shortly walking past her. The young woman trailing him, seeing him leave the area. The presence of the others soon to her attention, turning to them, those angels surrounding her.
"Th—thank you..." A grateful male angel, his hand behind his head.
A terrible place, her eyes around her. The rocky terrains, obstacles in the camp. Those inside a prison, these familiar sentiments within her. A thick scent, the damp land. These burning feelings, her hatred towards a god, another eating away at her. Her uncertainty on them, this unyielding rage. Someone desiring for something else, yearning to know of it. Refusing to relent, fragments guiding her.
"Why are we here?" Cyra's hand on her waist.
"None of us know...we just woke up in some room, and was brought here." A female angel uneasily resting her hand on her chest.
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These individuals in a similar situation, their clueless state. Pieces lingering within, the young woman trying to connect them. Importance in their words, taking note of them. Her unsettling emotions, a picture more clear.
Grand powers over them, individuals to her attention. This will to resist them, her heart from the past. Experiences writing her path, her deep hatred. Proceeding forward, doing so as herself. Memories not with her, seeking out what is rightfully her own.
"Just like me..." Cyra positioning her arms, deeply thinking on the situation.
"Your name no longer will be known, and you will revert to the illusion of Maria!" Odin's powerful voice.
"AAAAAAAHHH!!!" Cyra screaming out.
Breaking out of her state, stepping away. An echoing voice, a sharp pain to her. Heat striking her, an attack against her. Gripping the side of her head, her deep pain, those angels concerning with her.
Thinking on the memory, her trembling vision. That name on her, something not right. Her identification at the moment, needing to play along. Suspecting it, one only able to trust herself. Remembering the All-Father, her quickly beating chest. Focusing on that instance, wondering on it.
"Y—you okay?" a male angel worryingly looking at her.
"What happened to me...?" her serious eyes.
Clashing waves, her black path. Her lingering despair, holding onto this. Those assaulting her, her boiling blood. Never ending cruelty, those capturing her. Her unwillingness to play into their role, her heart desiring elsewhere. These brewing sentiments, her increasing anger.
Running down her direction, a way to break free from her torment, these people before her. Slowly lowering her hand, her attention on the angels. Her awareness on their enemy, a target in mind.
"Everyone, do not falter. Our true foes may not be those we are supposed to fight, but even closer to home." Cyra warning.
Not trusting those above, her certain words. Fragments guiding her, her deepest desire in a lock. Wanting to know of it, these feverish feelings. Her grand enemies, yearning to go free. Mysteries from the past, these connecting points.
A will from yore, refusing to go along with them. Blackness circling at her depths, that cloudy fog. Wandering in darkness, her willingness to rise. Unease from the angels, her message shaking them.
"Now then, your names?" the maiden's hand on her waist.
"I'm Rick." Slightly waving at her.
"Martha." Her pleasant smile, holding her hands behind her back.
"E—Emily..." Nervously gripping her arms.
"Kain." His bright grin, giving her a thumbs up.
Light in the deepest of darkness, eternally holding this belief. These branding sentiments, unable to recall her memories. Those taking it away, controlling through fear. Her unrelenting heart, continuously opposing her foes.
Her careful steps, searching for a way towards success. These angels around her, seeing hope in her. An icy realm below, the streaming rivers in the cold. Niflheim, a place without warmth.
Falling branches, these shattering objects. Passing along the plain, Helheim displaying. Countless wandering souls, this tormenting world. The dead residing in an endless hell, items scattering in the area.
The freezing land, a forest withering by the moment, dark flames stretching around. Malevolence shrouding the field, devils emerging out of it. Hades at the center, that Dark Lord. A large dragon, his sinister black scales, those massive wings. Scraping his tail against the earth, rubble moving in his force.
"So you sent that god Valor to quell the rebellion. A small delay, but nothing I cannot handle." His sharp gaze.
A move from those above, none knowing about the return of an entity from old. A heart resting in a lonely abyss, her grand heights. Challenging a deity above countless, her success in the end. Her price for it, sealing away with the beast.
A way to shift the war, enemies steadily closing in. Hades vision to the sky, his mighty roar. Demons reacting to his command, innumerable hastily passing him. Hordes heading out, their direction to the battle ahead. Following his order, sharing a similar dream to their leader.
"We are nearing our goal. Once the Heavenly Realm is under my control, we will then head to Midgard!" Hades declaring.