One from the abyss steadily coming into reality, panic ensuing from countless across the vast lands. Some yearning to rise to it, others fleeing in terror. A never stopping heart, someone seeking after her most important wish.
Feverishly pursuing what is within, crushing her enemies. Outside Raiser's castle, thick malice around the town. The brightly shining velvet moon, high devils vigilantly roaming.
This final defense against the Iconoclast, a night growing more powerful. Horror at each end, screaming agony in the depths. An entity embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, a person becoming corruption itself.
A legend throughout the worlds, a devil instilling fear into innumerable. A heart once filling with love, hatred eventually consuming her. Someone refusing to remain quiet, strongly gripping her chains.
Carrying them onward, opposing her enemies. In front of the castle gate, Wrath floating there. An Accused patiently waiting for the young woman's arrival, his ready eyes. This immortal on the battlefield, a being becoming stronger.
His thick bony armor, malice intensifying around him. The dusk increasing the darkness' influence on the mortal world, bringing despair in the wake of its beautiful light.
"One able to go against the greatest powers. Yes, your victory against the Magi's and the God of War is proof of this. Come angel, this scythe of mine will be your resting place." His eager expression.
An entity from old, someone bringing miracles. Mighty beings fearing her, a demon feverishly pursuing her path. Withstanding her grief, shouting what is inside.
The chillingly blowing breeze, sorrow in the dusk. Many following under Hades, each piece approaching the last phase of the war. The death angel awaiting her moment, reaching for her deepest desire.
Those companions stepping foot into the town of the kingdom, enemies lurking in the shadows. That maiden walking forward a bit, feeling the heavy malice.
Her stern eyes on the thickening darkness, placing her hand on her waist. Glancing back to her comrades, her disbelief at Valor hugging the iguana.
"It's okay boy...just an army of psychopathic demons...we'll be okay..." Whispering to the creature.
A few against the dusk, their bright light in the darkness. Those hands reaching into the abyss, taking hold of the maiden's own. Her gentle eyes to them, allowing them to pull her along the shining road.
The iguana looking up at the deity, uneasily barking. One conflict after another, these devils powerfully growing, their will to meet the Iconoclast. That demon shifting her vision ahead, her companions eyes soon to her.
"Everyone, this is the final stretch. It is time to show them, what rests in our souls." Her confident voice.
This final stretch, one from long ago steadily taking her stand once again. Constantly opposing her enemies, refusing to remain quiet. A heart resisting its shackles, those shakily spreading wings.
Someone seeking the endless sky, those blissful days becoming more clear. Her wish to live them again, these purely flowing sentiments.
No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, that demon continuously pushing forward. The young woman swinging out her arm, an individual locking onto her path.
"Everyone, onward." Cyra lowering her arm.
Moving forward, the wind hitting against her. Her comrades following her, lending their aid. One from the deepest shadows, someone learning to trust.
An entity unable to do so for a long time, yet her guiding message remaining true. Light existing in the farthest darkness, a person carrying this message for years.
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Her old friend at her side in the abyss, those friends joining in as well. Each assisting her, helping the maiden finally reach the end. Malice growing thicker in the town, devils flowing out.
A crimson mist blanketing the place, the shortly stopping few. The deity folding his arms, observing the situation ahead.
"Hades is pushing his playing hand on the field..." Valor frowning in some unease.
Pieces moving into place, the Lord of Darkness drawing closer to his freedom. Everything on the line, this horrific dusk. The young woman pushing onward, keeping her eye on her goal.
A heart from the distant past, that strongly burning resolve. Those companions looking to the maiden, awaiting her order.
Little hope with them, enemies at their peak. The demon reaching out her hand, grasping the smallest chance.
"What do we do...?" Esther's uncertainty, her hand to her chest.
Glancing back to her comrades, seeing their unrest. This small force in her hands, a massive threat on multiple ends. Her will to meet the challenge, someone seeking after her old days.
Positioning her arms in a thinking posture, the maiden mapping out solutions, one soon to her mind. Many enemies in the shadows, her heart selfishly forcing forward.
"If we all head in together, we will surely be vulnerable—" Cyra folding her arms.
"—Go ahead, Cyra." Valor's calm voice to her.
Turning to her old friend, his reassuring smile to her. One constantly supporting her, no matter of her path. A person going far, enduring great sorrow over the years, someone eventually earning her trust again.
This problem before them, her heart wishing to grasp what is within. A mistake by her leading to the madness, yet a point moving her closer to her deepest desire.
One from the past approaching reality, steadily taking her stand. These companions with her, aiding her along the way.
"Are you certain?" gripping her upper arm.
These people with her, a devil suppressing her sentiments. Her growing desires, the deity witnessing it. Not wishing to bind her, wanting her to see her path to its end.
Their coming battle, a god's awareness on the process to sever those tragic chains. Nodding his approval to her, encouraging her onward. The young woman's eyes to the rest of her friends, each in agreement as well.
Many sins staining her soul, these eternally branding sentiments. A person walking down her dark path, her companions alongside her, their visions on the end of this nightmare. A heart once in bondage, those shaky wings regaining their strength.
Strongly flapping them, taking flight again. The demon faintly smiling, soon shifting her direction ahead. One able to turn the nigh impossible into an actuality, this strongly connecting bond setting the route.
"I know you will never be able to live this down, if you do not end this with your own hands. Go on, we'll take care of these demons." Valor assuring her.
"Thank you. Do not do anything reckless, your wounds are already pretty bad." Warning him, her vision a bit to her side.
"Haha, don't worry about me. I should be the one concerned about you, you've taken quite a beating since this war began." The laughing god.
His unsurprising reaction, a person constantly looking at the brighter side. Someone doing his best for her, an individual proving himself again over the years.
The young woman's eyes on the demons ahead, shortly reaching back her hand. Gripping Reviver, soon directing it forward. A weapon shining a pure gold light, drawing out enemies in the shadows.
Seeing their steady approach, her heart meeting this challenge. Running along her path, giving something of value back to her friends.
"Alright, clear a path!" she commands.
"Right!" Valor, Esther, Anya, and the iguana agreeing.
These few heading out into battle, their efforts for her. A devil once alone, proceeding down her lonely direction. Her warm hand to many, others eventually diving in, extending their own to her.
The Seraph standing behind her, their soft smile. The quickly surrounding enemies, Anya ascending to the air. Those foes looking at her, the princess soon descending on them.
Circling her targets, bombarding them with power blades of wind. A slowly opening path, that maiden waiting for her opportunity.
These hearts in the dusk, a few pushing against the madness. The deity slightly crouching, glancing to his iguana friend. The creature inhaling, shortly breathing intense fire on his foes.
Flames rushing onward, scorching many devils. Valor immediately striking through a few targets around him, an inferno rising high in this moment. Enemies freezing in a massive glacier, the slowly calming fire.
This entity dashing forward, instantly colliding through his opponents. The god calmly on the other end, soon sheathing his blade, those numerous shattering victims.
"And she was thinking to make me send you on your way." Valor smiling at the iguana.
The joyously barking animal, an adept one in battle. Simple hearts riding along in an endless stream, their connecting bonds. The young woman locking onto her path, seeing a gap in the enemy formation.
Her moving feet, breaking through the lineup. Devils taking notice, witnessing her hasty movements. Foes turning in her direction, immediately rushing at her. A great sin on the mortal world, this mistake leading to precious individuals.
A demon giving something back, wrapping others in her black warmth, shining light on their road. A conflict deep in the night, the maiden desiring to bring her dispute with Rose to a close.