Nearing his goal, his deep desire. A calamity on the worlds, one rising from the depths. Taking his stand, bringing this enormous war. Demons uniting underneath him, pushing onward his will. Excitement in them, their eyes on a king piece, that one residing in the heavens.
Everything slowly falling in line, yearning to grasp their victory. A beast tamer at the dragon's side, his shimmering silver scales. Hitting his whip against the ground, his slim body, assimilating darkness around him. Lust, a fearsome Accursed. A lion behind him, his eager pet.
"I have alerted the rest, Lord Hades." Lust bowing.
"Good, yet another piece has been set into place. It should not be long now." Hades smashing his tail on the land.
These aligning points, his vision on his goal, his weakening enemies. Trampling on others, opposing the reason of his enemies. Shaky deities, his moment to act. Building this over the passing time, moving pieces into place. Mighty powers clashing, realms steadily falling into ruin. Desires from both, their harshly burning resolves. In a primordial void, within a deep abyss.
A battlefield soaking in blood, bodies piling on each other. The sharp stench, this great malice. That once supreme deity at the center, his armor staining in the liquid of his victims. His crimson hair, those eyes of the sea. Many behind him, clashing against their relentless foes.
"Hold strong!" Valor urging.
Venturing below, this terrible battle before him. One unable to question the deities further, a dire situation on his hands. Enemies forcing them back, little support with him. These unsettling sentiments, yearning for another miracle.
Hard efforts over the years, those tearing down the work of another, countless supporting the Dark Lord's path. Malice concentrating, the deity feeling it. Gazing around, trying to pinpoint it. Negativity sweeping through, instantly shattering the land. Massacring many, their sounding screams.
"D—dammit...!" the scowling god.
Flowing dreams, wandering within its endlessness. Seeking after what is within, those each playing along in its game. A grand war, numerous engaging in it. Pushing onward, reaching for their desire. Innumerable lives no more, uncertainty towards tomorrow. The steadily turning deity, his attention on Envy.
That Knight of Darkness, his sinister armor. Blackness secreting from him, his abyssal eyes. Stacking rubble, bodies everywhere. His horse behind him, the animal bathing in blackness, its skin reflecting the night. Countless angels lifelessly around, the god gazing at the sight, those many pieces.
"So, you are the infamous god, Valor. I heard great tales of how you fought against Ultima."
His stinging words, those forever haunting memories. A miracle from his old friend, one wandering in darkness. Her lonely direction, yet never relenting. Someone pushing onward, believing there is light in the deepest of darkness. Her shaky state, constantly avoiding shadowy hands, racing in the blackness.
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A person once filling with love for the worlds, hatred consuming her. Proceeding as herself, nearing her goal. Failing to succeed, that maiden envying others, those feelings flowing out. Lowering his head, failing to reach her, remembering their parting words.
"No, infamous goes to the person who sealed away that beast." Envy calmly gesturing his arm to the deity.
Rising to her challenges, branding her image into the gods. Few in awareness of her feat, that devil from the land. Her simple wish, yearning for her older times. A chance to make it an actuality, choosing to give up their hope. Wanting to bring her family together, refusing to tear them apart.
Her selfish direction, gambling countless lives, driving the worlds to the Day of Ruin. Her solution in mind, her frustrating sentiments. A god never able to forget, holding onto their bond, searching for an answer. His attention away from the Accursed, his low mood.
"Yeah, and the worst part of it...is that everyone is living off of her sorrow—" his angrily shaking blade.
"—this is the future she could not have. As such, I will continue to defend it..." Valor looking towards Envy.
Forever haunting memories, immense pressure on her shoulders. Those seeking a miracle, recognizing her feats. Those selfish people, pressing the weight on her. That person tackling a grand entity, finding the slimmest chance. Having her own wish, wanting to return to her time of most pleasure.
Choosing to give it up, saving a small child. Her solution in mind, her disgust with it. The Dark Knight looking away, raising his hand. A signal to his horse, that one stepping back. His attention onward, two confronting in this madness. Events eternally engraving into the deity, his deep dread.
"Envy—!"
Steadily unsheathing his katana, glaring at his enemy. An icy mist spreading through, this divine azure force. Its chillingly sorrowful embrace, yet having a gentle resilience. Those branding years on him, one once grand, residing above countless. Surpassing his challenges, bringing defeat to his foes.
Wars in his younger days, bringing peace to the conflicts. Eventually venturing into a lawless realm, meeting a bright demon. Seeing her transformation over the years, a deity unable to do anything. Failures eating away at him, continuously holding onto their bond.
"—Even if the worlds damn me to oblivion, I will not allow you to tear down the future she worked so hard to make possible." His serious vision on the Dark Knight.
A mother racing in blackness, seeking after a dream from the past. Her horrifying experiences, holding onto the faintest hope. Unable to endure any longer, reaching for her freedom. Her daughter following on a dreadful event, death claiming the small one.
That demon failing equivalence, her years in torment, unable to truly live nor die. Deciding on her path, persisting in her direction, shaking the gods. Her choice in the end, the young woman choosing her family.
Having an alternative plan for the weapon, someone bringing forward her last miracle. Two old friends meeting on the battlefield, their dreadful hearts. The knight glancing away for a bit, shortly motioning his arm behind. Gripping his malefic spear, negativity secreting from him.
"Can you really now? Then prove it to me." Envy's solemn voice.
Two confronting hearts, both in a terrible plain, each proceeding with their own reason. Their strong resolves, this guiding them onward. A deity endlessly roaming in a path without light, hoping to find his companion. Guilt stabbing at his mind, a powerless individual.
His suffering old friend, feeling her emotions. Trying to bring her home, nearing her, everything slipping away from him. That person surpassing him, her great despair. A god defending this future, his shaky state, searching for his own conclusion.
In a distant realm above, platforms connecting through chains. That young woman in front of Heaven's Gate, her comrades behind her. Answers beyond this distance, following the words from someone. Her hazy memories, refusing to remain in bondage.
A weapon am I? No, even without my memories, this is not true. These feelings within me, they shall reach to light...