A heart slowly breaking free, yearning to embrace her desires. An individual steadily surfacing, sending countless into a panic. This unrestful dusk, the coldly blowing breeze. One underneath the bleeding light, a moon reflecting the eyes of the young woman.

An individual able to bring forward miracles, Wrath witnessing this development. A noble demon's resolve, one rising to an enormous challenge.

"Now..." Her sharp gaze.

Never healing scars, these sentiments constantly with her. Pushing forward in her anguish, taking on more weight. The young woman extending her arm, the Accursed's unease at the malice tearing away at it.

The intensifying darkness, the air thickening more. A heart crying out, one despising the battlefield, resisting its cruelty. Her ill emotions surfacing, overflowing from her.

The fiend watching her expanding arm, seeing it morph into a massive shadowy claw of a dragon. Those pulsing veins, blackness immensely radiating from her, clearly extending from her body.

"This world used to be so beautiful, and you lot stripped away the happiness from so many." Her eyes to the velvet moon.

Hearing the crying souls, their voices to her. Pleading for her assistance, wishing to be free from their torment. Her steadily clearing memories, remembering some more from her old days. An individual filling with love, her joy in the human world.

Anger filling her, shifting her vision to the fiend ahead. An enemy not able to do anything, his shaking gaze. The young woman stepping directly in front of his face, her many swirling emotions, glaring at him.

"I am no hero, far from it. I am corruption itself, an abomination that feeds on the life of others. I accept it, and as such--"

A demon selfishly pursuing her path, bringing others along, fulfilling their wishes. These warm emotions in her, carrying their will. Embracing her imperfections, reaching after her desires.

A simple one guiding her, believing it to be possible one day. Her low trust in others, yet a person binding many together. This Iconoclast, a devil reflecting the night.

"—I will devour you!" her powerful tone.

"Da—damn you!"

A black heart moving forward, embracing what is within. An entity extending her hand, wrapping many in her warmth. Their hopes and dreams in her hands, a person carrying its weight.

The demon raising her claw high, darkness wildly escaping from her. Gripping numerous devils from a distance, tearing the life out of them. Their echoing screams in the dusk, malice merging into her body.

Wrath witnessing this horror, seeing her approaching claw. That maiden grabbing his skull, crushing down at him. Feeling her talon ripping away at his soul, shredding him from the inside out. His loud shrill in the night, his steadily fading eyes.

The Accursed's body transforming into a black orb, floating in the palm of her claw. Cyra looking at it, her calm vision on the energy. A heart despising every moment, constantly pushing towards her pleasant times.

Shortly squeezing down on his soul, blackness flowing into her. Her pulsing veins, the force soon settling. The young woman lowering her claw, her arm reverting to normal.

"Selfish I am, and these emotions will pave the way towards tomorrow." Turning to the gate.

Feeling the gentle breeze against her, no more devils in the area. The bleeding moon shining down on her, reflecting the nature of one long ago. A never stopping heart, someone enduring the damage on her psyche.

Constantly pushing forward, feverishly reaching after what is within. Her eyes on the castle gate, soon walking in its direction. The maiden's arm moving back, gripping Reviver, shortly extending it afar.

Running onward, racing along her dark path. A light shining on her road, these flowing sentiments from her. Thrusting ahead, piercing the shield. A bright gleaming force from her staff, these two clashing energies.

Divine and darkness surrounding the place, her weapon crying out, shattering the barrier. Particles floating into the air, spreading in the dusk.

"Rose, I wish to truly know why..." Lowering her staff, her distant vision on the path ahead.

Two halves in opposition, both pushing towards their own direction. The death angel's purpose, guiding the other in her own way. Unable to ignore her hatred, moving closer to her goal.

Far below, deep in the castle. Rose floating in place, someone bearing witness to her other half's development. The young woman ascending again, overcome her limits.

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These warm feelings in her, feeling proud of the individual. Having to push forward herself, Cyra playing further into her hands. Everything coming in full circle, two halves once whole, each reflecting the other.

That entity looking around the room, seeing numerous statues along the many ends of the massive prison. Shortly shifting her vision above, the endless path to her view.

"That's right Cyra, do not stop, keep pushing. Heh, you are as persistent as Maria...no, you are Maria..." Her distant voice.

Mysteries in the dusk, pieces steadily fitting together. Unable to let go of her hatred, allowing it to lead her. A soft heart stubbornly resisting, the death angel guiding the young woman.

Someone surpassing their challenges, continuously hindering her direction. Not regretting her decision, needing to go beyond this individual. Further back, in a room deep within.

Hades standing inside of his seal, frustration from his eyes. Folding his arms, assessing the situation. A war shifting by the moment, one hastily approaching.

"Yet another one falters to that angel..." Hades stern gaze.

"Her power continues to grow...even in such a battered body, why...? Is this the power the gods feared themselves? Does her power even exceed that of the Harmonizer?" his unease.

Pieces returning to the Dark Lord, his hazy memories from past events. An entity from old, her powerful conviction. A person constantly rising to her challenges, taking the battle to the gods themselves.

His error from the start, someone having a deity close by. A duo supporting each other, his mistake releasing one from the depths of darkness, this person continuously pursuing her deepest desire.

Lowering his arms, a sigh leaving him. Shaking his head a bit, the Dark Lord looking around the room, trying to settle himself. Shortly setting his vision to the path above, his mind on the previous occurrences.

"Angel, why did you survive the Great War? Countless fell, yet you remain. I suppose it does not matter. Come, I am waiting for you." His serious voice.

A grand war long ago, the Dark Lord nearing his victory. An individual stepping into the battle, turning the tides in their favor. Someone surviving the harsh actuality, seeking after her heart's desire.

This person amongst them again, carrying the wishes of others towards tomorrow. On the lower floor of the castle above, many strange decors everywhere.

Statues of creatures along the walls, victims replacing the pictures. A red carpet stretching up the stairs, chandeliers on the ceiling. This horrific dusk, a place filling with torment.

"So what happened to that guy...didn't see any trace of him." Valor glancing back, his hand to his chin.

An immortal opponent, someone able to endure the harshest attacks. The young woman locking onto a solution, revealing her black soul. The iguana curiously titling his head, looking back to the outside.

A creature experiencing the harsh dusk, fending for himself in the madness. Eventually meeting a few, forming a bond with them. That animal pointing in the direction, his eyes shortly to the maiden.

"We had a slight disagreement, he simply ended up on the menu." Her hand on her waist.

"A slight disagreement?" Valor's disbelief to her.

A terrifying person, someone devouring her opponents. An individual growing stronger, pushing onward in her path. A demon approaching actuality, her quickly disappearing seal.

Hearing her message, the animal's slightly hanging claw. His intensifying heart rate, quickly looking at his surroundings. A possible emergency snack, panic coming over him.

The creature hastily diving behind the god, covering his face. That deity's eyes to his friend, his buddy already getting a crash course on things.

"Oh great, you scarred our new friend for life now." His humorless gaze on the maiden.

A sigh leaving the devil, soon nodding her head in disbelief. One brightly reflecting from the old days, a person maintaining his light. Enduring his sorrow, carrying on in the darkness.

Running after her, trying to bring her back to the surface. Two wanting the same thing, those dreadfully gripping memories.

The young woman approaching her deepest desire, refusing to remain in silence. An entity continuously resisting the reason of her enemies, a simple wish driving her onward no matter the morrow.

"Well...okay...but this is not the time for any of this." An uneasy smile on Esther's face.

Two close companions, a strong bond between them. One venturing through the distressing night, tackling her challenges. Steadily returning, extending her hand to others, wrapping them in her warmth.

Anya stepping forward, looking at her surroundings. Her home in a horrific state, the sight paining her. The queen's eyes on the princess, understanding her grief.

"What now...?" Anya's unease.

Everyone looking onward, seeing demons gathering from the shadows. A crimson mist rolling in, the air becoming heavier. Madness at every end, these foes rising to meet the coming threat.

An entity damning countless years before, this great fear inside of them. Many emotions around the young woman, those feelings grabbing at her.

A person selfishly pushing forward, bringing others along with her. Providing a miracle, giving onto them hope, taking on the weight of their wishes.

"I guess we'll take care of these as well." Valor folding his arms.

"I suppose so, you just make sure you beat that bastard." Esther looking to Cyra.

The demon's vision on her comrades, each giving her support. These individuals walking alongside her in the abyss, showing her the way towards the finish. Accepting her sins, embracing her imperfections.

Carrying the pressure, enduring the damage on her psyche. Not backing down, running forward, reaching for the slim light. One finally having her chance, to grasp what is within, her powerfully burning desires.

"I will...thank you...all of you." The maiden's hand to her chest, her soft voice.

"Cyra, when this is over, you'll come back and visit, right?" Anya happily looking to her.

"Of course, but first we must win this in order for such a thing to happen." Her slight smile to the princess.

"Right!" Anya's excitement.

The slowly surrounding demons, these foes keeping their eyes on the young woman. Her sharp vision on them, holding them back. One from the deepest depths steadily making her stand, engraving her soul into countless.

Fear clawing away her enemies, yet their great determination to go forward. Cyra walking ahead, her companions immediately blocking the foes.

That devil calmly making her way through, approaching the final phases of the dusk. A war in anyone's favor, these main pieces on the chessboard pushing onward.

My desires...my pride, everything rests on this last phase. Hades, brace yourself. I will show you what rests in my soul, and engrave a mark never to be forgotten. I am not alone, and you will feel our emotions...