An unrestful night, one existing underneath the light of the blood moon. A great devil steadily approaching, the countdown to ruin nearing with the passing hour. Devils in an uproar, their growing fear.

A young woman surpassing her challenges in the dusk, rising stronger than before. Someone despising the battlefield, a curse on her since birth. Her soft heart, yet her powerful resolve. The demon on the floor above, hearing the commotion from below.

Many screaming enemies, feeling the lightening air. The slowly fading fog, her eyes on the devils in the long hallway. Victims hanging from the walls, those many screaming souls pleading to her.

"Valkyrie..."

"Valkyrie, free us..."

"Valkyrie! Please!"

"Valkyrie..."

Closing her vision, hearing their cries. Spirits begging for release, their agony racing through her. Hearts yearning for a brighter tomorrow, none hearing them.

Her hand to her chest, soon opening her eyes. Shortly setting it on Lucia to her right, the dragon faintly smiling at her. Shifting her attention to Raphael, the prince agreeing as well.

Turning her gaze to her left, Richter and the Cerberus at her side, their confirmation to her. These souls brightly shining, soon flowing into her body. Hearts guiding her, leading her towards the end.

Acknowledging their wishes, softly smiling. Reaching back, taking hold of Reviver. The weapon purely shining gold, many spirits looking to her. The Seraph behind her, watching the return of one.

"I am neither a Valkyrie nor an angel, what I am is a demon. I cannot restore your lives, but I can bring meaning to your ends if you lend me your aid." Her soft voice to them.

"A demon huh, it matters not to me. After all, you are the one who heard us."

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"As he said. Consider it done, we are at your disposal."

"My family...these monsters..."

"I still have a little brother...I am in..."

"These filth...I'm in as well..."

"Demon...we will lend you our aid..."

Souls in bondage, their desperate pleas to be free. One diving in the shadows, hearing their cries. Extending her warm hand, shining a way forward.

Those many willing spirits, their powerfully flowing resolves. The young woman raising her staff, its brightly emitting light, washing over the area in its embrace.

The soon ceasing energy, Cyra glancing behind. Numerous knights and others from different worlds, all giving her a reassuring smile.

A heart in the darkness, these spirits around her. Their warm presence, walking alongside her in the abyss. The maiden softly grinning, shifting her attention ahead.

Moving forward, coming closer to the end of this nightmare. Those with her brightly shining, giving her a chance towards her deepest desire. Countless enemies in this place, her calm vision on them.

Shadows in the walls, reapers slowly fading in and out. Hellhounds growling, these ferocious foes. The demon standing on her side, directing Reviver onward, her serious gaze.

"Clear a path!" her powerful voice.

"You got it!" one spirit's excitement.

"Leave it to us!" another assuring her.

An individual's great mistake, someone venturing through the dusk. A person steadily returning, seeking after her deepest desire. Her soft heart reflecting to the surface, extending a hand to others.

Carrying their will, wishing to give back to their kindness. Her vision on the many rushing souls, seeing them take form. Mightily clashing against their foes, Cyra calmly moving forward.

Accepting her sins, pushing onward in her direction. Feeling their numerous emotions, an entity answering their cries. Enduring her agony, feverishly forcing ahead. Innumerable fearing her, this person damning the worlds long ago.

The young woman shortly before a route leading higher, soon glancing back, those spirits and demons ferocity to one another. The devil turning her attention ahead, immediately heading onward.

My mistake can never be made right, but it does not mean I cannot move towards tomorrow. You lost souls are lending me your aid, and as such, I will bring meaning to your ends. Let us go, we are in the final phases of this war.

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