One rising from the deepest abyss, steadily taking her stand again. Breaking away at her chains, soaring once more. A dusk acknowledging her presence, striking fear into countless.

Enemies around each corner, dreams clashing against one another. Esther leaping high, the queen harshly breathing down fire. Setting ablaze the land, the many screaming devils.

The young woman emerging out of the flames, racing towards her goal. The dragon landing, shortly shifting her attention forward, seeing the maiden moving further into the night. A slim bit of hope, seeking it out.

That individual taking on an additional weight, protecting them through the madness. Enduring her suffering, rising to her many challenges, a demon giving hope to the queen.

Valor, Anya, and the iguana gathering around Esther. Fire lashing against the foes, its widely extending force. The deity's eyes on his old friend, watching her run down her path.

Someone always proceeding, reaching for the nigh impossible. Those distant days to his mind, a god admiring her for a long time. The young woman continuing on her route, moving further away.

"Cyra, when this is over, come at me with the full weight of your despair again. I promise, this time. I will show you a miracle, just like you have done for us many times before." His faint smile.

"You sure about letting her go alone?" Esther standing back-to-back with Valor.

Sorrow from old times, a heart wishing to be away from the battlefield. Agony for countless years, hatred filling the demon. A person resisting for years, eventually taking the battle to the gods.

Racing after her deepest desire, engraving her sentiments into the worlds, choosing to become the enemy. Anya and the iguana growling at the nearing enemies, their claws hitting against the land.

Cyra, an individual from the shadows. Her crying heart, scarring her emotions into innumerable. A devil turning the smallest chance into an actuality, wrapping others in her warmth.

"It is something she has to do alone. After all, it is her story, we won't be playing the leading role this time." Valor looking to the velvet moon.

"That's one way to put it." Esther faintly smiling.

Tales from the past, one from the land rising to heights far above her own. A simple wish driving her direction, a soft heart running down her direction.

Someone once filling with love, hatred consuming her. An entity embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, becoming corruption itself. No matter the morrow, a person continuously fighting, all for a chance to return to her happiest days.

The deity knowing her well, a demon without limits. The maiden constantly pushing onward, withstanding her sorrows. An old fire rushing to the surface, spreading in a feverish frenzy.

"Cyra...will win..." Anya's confident voice.

"Heh...yeah, now let's hurry up, and clear this place out. I'm certain she'll need to preserve as much strength as possible." Valor calmly looking ahead.

"Right!" Esther agreeing.

An unrestful night, the unsettling chilly wind. Malice thickly in the air, devils taking caution to their enemy. Wrath floating in front of the castle gate, feeling the maiden's presence.

That crushing pressure of the Iconoclast, a person from the deepest abyss. Demons shortly flying out of the shadows, crashing into the statues. The Accursed closely focusing his vision, witnessing the maiden ascending into the air.

Raising her blade high, locking onto the center. Immediately descending, striking down in the middle. Connecting to her targets, the spreading energy compressing, soon violently exploding. Horrifying screeches piercing the dusk, enemies scattering far.

An entity running down her path, meeting her many challenges. Wrath's increasing interest, watching the devil calmly standing. Their meeting eyes, one from legend steadily returning, a demon proceeding as herself.

"Ah! Angel! You've finally arrived! And here I was getting worried you'd stand me up." Shrugging at her.

"Well, it would not be the first time I rejected someone." Walking towards him.

A never stopping soft heart, sins staining her soul. An individual selfishly pushing forward, seeking after her deepest wish. Wrapping others in her warmth, carrying their hopes and dreams. An entity fighting through the night, bringing forward miracles.

Despair clawing away at her soul, yet her will remaining strong. The maiden stopping a few feet away from Wrath, shortly standing on her side, directing Reviver at the fiend. Her calm eyes on her target, keeping a steady pace.

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"You're a real hoot ya know? Makes me feel slightly guilty for raising my scythe to you, but orders are orders." Aiming his weapon at her.

"Sometimes, orders are best ignored." Shaking her head in disappointment.

A devil following the deities orders, keeping firm on her actions. The eternal night slowly returning her past, bringing forward those feelings from her distant days.

One passing judgment, enduring her sentiments. The gods sullying her pride, building even more hatred within her. An enemy not caring for her words, Hades providing them with their wish.

"You have companions for certain, where are they?" his suspicious vision on her.

"They are a bit wrapped up with your minions." Her calm voice.

One from the deepest abyss, someone pursuing what is inside. Needing to finish the conflict with her own hands, a heart yearning to see its end. Running down her path, steadily rising from the darkness.

An enemy to countless, these warm feelings within her. Selfishly pursuing her desire, nearing it with each moment. A demon born underneath the blood moon, a curse branding on her since birth.

A god's direction, setting into course a chain of sorrow. The maiden's slowly returning memories, a person accepting them. Wrath lowering his scythe, carefully looking around the area, soon shifting his attention back to his target.

"Ah, they must truly have faith in such a weakened angel." His slight grin.

Few aware on her, a seal long ago binding their memories. The Iconoclast slowly coming back, bringing more into attention. An entity racing through the night, suffering great injuries.

Her burning desires, refusing to remain in silence. Standing on the platform of memories, its flowing light around her. Calmly keeping her gaze on the enemy, not answering him.

Someone reaching out her hand, taking hold of the smallest chance. This unrestful dusk, demons growing stronger with the passing hour. Foes at every corner, yet one continuously opposing.

"Ah yes, I know of your injuries. I must say, I have to admire that determination in you. Though, that admiration has been clouded with this insatiable need to battle, the Lord of Darkness will rise as the true king of the Nine Worlds." Directing his scythe at her.

Terror everywhere, the night's increasing influence. Hades hastily approaching his wish, feverishly seeking after it. The mortal world in disarray, few remaining on the board.

One from the deepest abyss needing to surface completely, a soft heart rising to another challenge. These burning sentiments within her, pushing onward in her route. The young woman lowering her staff, soon stepping forward.

Her eyes on the fiend's malice, seeing it thicken by the moment. The darkness killing life around him, small animals meeting their ends, plants shriveling.

"How funny." Her faint smile.

A heart once filling with love, hatred eventually consuming them. An entity loathing the battlefield, enduring its cruelty towards her deepest desire. Constantly rising to her challenges, feverishly opposing her enemies.

The demon's strict eyes on the Accused, soon swinging out her right arm. Malice burning from her body, Wrath bearing witness to this development.

The maiden's darkness clashing against his own, an uneasy feeling gripping at him. A person embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, this calamity on the Nine Worlds.

The young woman standing against the gods long ago, eternally branding her soul into countless. An individual approaching the past, screaming out once more.

"Is that so? Then I suppose it is time to settle an old score." Her mild voice.

"I only remember a little, but it was you who sealed away the Dark Lord during the Great War, along with all of us." Glaring at her.

"Partially, the credit actually belongs to my guardian." Folding her arms.

"Your guardian...?" his cautious stance.

"Correct, I am a demon protected by a Seraph. And it was her who came to me at a low point, and took over, we inhabit one existence."

Her steadily returning past, remembering more with the passing time. The young woman's breaking psyche, choosing to challenge the Lord of Darkness.

An overwhelming situation, her guardian taking over. A conflict drawing them closer, leading to a promise between them. That Seraph behind the maiden, glancing back to her.

Seeing the entity's malice seeping into the air, this great force crushing down on her foe. The Accursed's burning nature, wishing to bring down the one before him.

An unusual occurrence, a demon against the Dark Lord. Wrath gazing up into the velvet moon, an object cursing the night, driving devils to their full potential.

"If you are a demon, then why do you not behave like one? Why do you not serve the Lord of Darkness?" his confusion.

"I still carry my Noble Demon's Pride, and will proceed as myself. It is the true pride of a demon that brought me many memories I cannot let go of." Her vision above.

"Noble demons huh, I thought they were extinct at this point. It is hard to understand you, but I suppose this means you are still trying to right your wrong." His eyes to her.

An entity's great sin, a weak moment leading to a disaster. One seeking more power, a decision linking to the eternal night. The Magi's hands in it, pulling the strings from the shadows.

No matter, this valuable experience to the maiden. The young woman meeting a few meaningful friends, taking on more pain from others, wrapping them in her warmth. Her attention around, devils keeping their distance, their sharp eyes on her.

Shortly scattering like rats, great fear in them. One long ago slowly returning, engraving her resolve into innumerable. The demon shifting her gaze back to Wrath, her mild vision on him.

"That is part of it. Though, do not get the wrong idea, my actions are much more selfish than you think." Cyra facing her side, directing Reviver at the fiend.

"Heh, admirable—"

A noble demon, an individual embracing their true pride. One still remaining, selfishly pursuing her desires. Her vision on her target, the shortly blurring fiend.

His approaching presence, that afterimage in place. His nearing energy, soon appearing at her side. Glancing in his direction, the Accursed closing in, his scythe rushing to her head.

The maiden instantly descending to the ground, evading the assault. Her vision meeting with her foe's, both having their own reason to proceed, aiming for their path.

"—in the end, the stronger desire wins." His calm voice.

Those seeking after what is within, clashing their desires. A heart steadily coming back, bringing down countless enemies in the dusk. The fiend adjusting his angle, striking down with the edge of his scythe.

The maiden fixing her vision on it, rolling out of the way in the last moment. Immediately positioning her feet on the ground, an opportunity on her. Shortly dashing away, her opponent pursuing her.

Appearing in front of her, moving his weapon around her neck. The devil instantly ducking, that scythe narrowly passing her back. The unending assaults, her enemy following up, swiftly launching an uppercut. Cyra leaping back, avoiding another attack.