Sentiments of old, wings of shakiness. Falling below, sinking into the depths. Deepness of sorrowfulness, treading in an abyss of loneliness. A voice not reaching, tears in the shadows. Racing within its blackness, reaching for the nigh impossible. Desperation forcing her hand, unwillingness in enduring. A heart of softness, one once loving the worlds. Hatred consuming her, pushing against the reason of others. Meeting her daughter again, niceness of this, standing from the ground, settling of her doubts. Facing the portal, that light purely shining.
An enemy of grandness awaiting on the other side, wanting in rising to this challenge. Stepping onto the altar, that energy of whiteness encircling her. Stretching high above, teleporting her. Arriving at the Sky Tower's Summit, obstructions not in place. A field above the worlds, floating platforms scattering. Moons and planets within view, that maiden standing at the center. Gazing up at Ultima, his horns of largeness. Shimmering scales of divinity, his tail lashing against the ground. Residing as a humanoid, massiveness of him. Those coming upon one another, vision connecting with each other.
"Ultima, or should I call you the treacherous swine?" she runs her hand through her hair.
An enemy of old, defeat at her hands. Scars never fading, her eyes engraving into him. Striking of her words, shaking his core. Fury boiling at his depths, refusing in accepting this. Uncaring of her, direction towards her own end. Wanting what is within, yearning for her desire far inside. Withstanding horribleness, despising the battlefield. Growing stronger over the years, rising in her despair. Those in opposition of one another, clashing against the resolve of each other. Looking down at her, smallness of her. An ant to his power of mightiness, unsurprising of her resistance. A devil continuously forcing onward, anger gripping him.
"Cyra...it's good to see you hm hm. Ah, how long I have waited to get my revenge against you."
Illness of feelings, rage throughout time. Images forever branding upon him, a devil residing above innumerable. Born underneath the light of the crimson moon, an existence cursing for years. Carrying two inside of her, reflecting her parents. Heart of her mother, resolve of her father. Conflicting qualities, both driving her onward. Softness within, once loving the worlds. Blackness engulfing her, never ending torment. Revenge of this one, expectance of it. A mistake in sparing his life, crushing his morale in times of old. Determination in pressing forward, those meeting in a plain of highness.
"Revenge you say? If you wish for another lesson, then I am more than happy to volunteer." She mildly speaks, folding her arms.
"Still annoyingly arrogant as ever I see." He coldly responds.
Conflict extending throughout time, those in opposition of one another. Desires clashing against each other, souls dancing in this wind. Memories forever scarring, hatred fueling the way. Damnation upon them, enduring the worst. Unwillingness in silence, wishing for what is within. Deepness of sentiments, emotions feverishly igniting. Naturalness of this, her powerful resolve. Pressure immensely crushing down on her, that heart refusing in relenting. Malevolence and divinity secreting from that deity, unnerving of this. Searching for an answer, holding onto the tiniest of chances.
"Reed, this is your last warning. Put aside your hatred, and walk away. Whatever happens after this point cannot be taken back." She warns.
Not wanting this, despising the battlefield. Understanding of his direction, foolishness of it. Unnecessary of it, pointlessness in proving his stance. Yearning in rising above those of grandness, achieving this end. Strength of superiority, influence of vastness. Ruin upon them, her own existence of the cause. Giving up their hope, desiring for her family of togetherness. Normalcy of this, her aching heart. Burdens of heaviness, pushing onward in this abyss of blackness. Chuckling of Ultima, unsurprising of her words. A grudge of pettiness, going so far. That devil stepping forward, glaring into the eyes of the god towering far above her.
"Taken back? Hah! I won't have any regrets after taking your life heh heh."
A message of expectance, one not ceasing. Actions of old, bringing numerous against her. Crushing them, her eyes striking fear into them. That swine of helplessness, her words echoing through him. Weakness of his birth, remaining in the shadows of others. Frustrating of this, a NetherWorld of horribleness. Those each within its game, few pushing far beyond. His moment at last, two meeting on the battlefield. Intensity of his energy all around, her vision calmly ahead. Targeting of her life, accepting this. Her mistake of the past, a dispute between beings of mightiness.
"Is that so? Well then, I hate to disappoint you, but I have no intention of dying this day, or any other day as a matter of fact." Her daring eyes upon him.
Uncertainness of her chances, slimness of it. A method in place, differences in power. An entity of grandness, one becoming its vessel. A weapon of the gods, points of relation. Those of responsibility, her own feud with the All-Father. Stifling her disgust, grasping their hopes and dreams. Her own on the line, selfishness guiding her path. Embracing her imperfections, corrupting her soul. Shouting what is within, racing in an abyss of loneliness. Those eyes of hers, rage filling the deity. Reaching back, gripping her revolver. Standing on her side, directing it at the beast of largeness. Continuously opposing, no matter of the strength of her enemy. Her fault in it all, her wish inside. Actions of the past, everything leading to the Day of Ruin.
"You are but an obstacle in my way, and as such, I will crush you beneath my feet." Her sharp tone.
Hearts riding along in the wind, unwillingness in relenting. Wanting in ascending, clashing against those of differences. Hatred guiding the way, corruption in a realm of lawlessness. Softness no less a weakness, one learning this. Sentiments still remaining, grasping the smallest of hope. Rising stronger, confronting challenges of massiveness. Surpassing her foes, another coming against her. Shaking her enemies, anger boiling at her depths. Spilling over to the surface, revealing what is hiding away. Frustrations of Ultima, unable in breaking her resolve. Countless years, one continuously opposing.
"I will guarantee, that I will be the last obstacle you ever face." He angrily speaks.
Those residing far above the worlds, coldness around. Those stars across the sky, the bleeding moon in sight. Two in opposition of one another, each desiring what is within them. Shouting their soul, racing in darkness. Learning the harshness of the NetherWorld, other realms of no difference. Conflict of eternity, importance in fighting. One despising it, the other embracing it. Sins of heaviness upon her, unforgivable of them. A cycle of endlessness, acting within reason. Irrationality and rationality, both existing inside of her. Reflecting her parents, persistence of her.
"Even if you are, I will make certain you learn your place for good." Her voice of coldness.
"You'll regret those words when you're begging for your life!" he yells, striking down at her with his mighty claw.
A heart forever pushing, enduring cruelness. Horribleness over her years, weakness in times of old. Shakiness of her, longing for power. Despising the battlefield, conflicting emotions. Not wanting in falling into terribleness again, igniting sentiments. Standing before a deity of grandness, vision on the faintest light. His claw of massiveness descending on her, pressure of immensity, fading of her body. Dematerializing in that instance, his arm crashing into the land. Rubble flying in each direction, frustration of him. Circling the god of largeness, that vibrating field. Materializing in front of his face, negativity rapidly releasing from her revolvers. Colliding into a barrier, energy assimilating her assaults.
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"My revolvers are useless..." She uneasily thinks.
An enemy above her standing, pointlessness of her weapons. Unsettling of this, defenses of enormousness. Powerfulness of him, another challenge at hand. Her deep desire, unwillingness in giving it up. Smallness of her chances, beating of her chest. Tiring of silence, forcing onward in this game of chance. Opposition of her, vision above. Her uneasy gaze, a ball of malevolence rapidly generating. Intensely sparking, that maiden steadily falling. Aiming the attack at her, pressure crushing down at her. Widening of her eyes, immensity of this.
"Your power is inferior to my own! How does it feel to be weak?!" Reed proudly declaring.
Rage far inside of him, an image forever branding. Eyes piercing him, wanting in surpassing her. Actions over the years, coming so far. Events of connection, uselessness of his efforts. Agonizing of this, memories constantly breaking through the surface. A moment in confrontation, everything in the palm of his hand. Landing on the ground, that assault rapidly approaching her. Foolishness of this foe, not able in understanding. Her existence of misery, those words of her experience. Helplessness in times of old, tears in an abyss of loneliness. Desperation of her, breaking free of her torment. Holding back her left hand, crimson malevolence spiraling at the center.
"No matter what you do, it is useless against me!"
Feelings within, naturalness of it. Coldness of a realm, others not of difference. Each of a connecting point, horribleness of them. Selfishness of their way, a devil learning this. Embracing her imperfections, shouting what is inside of her. Tears in an abyss of blackness, racing along its road of endlessness. That faintest light in view, hands of shadows pursuing her. Ripping them away, refusing in relenting. An enemy of highness, her mind trailing points of possibilities. That approaching assault, her hand lunging forward. Colliding into the attack, unleashing a wave of energy. Flames scarring the surroundings, heat flowing out. Two powers ferociously clashing, frustration within Ultima. Raising his claw, rushing down at her. Her eyes catching this, that beast striking the assaults. Reaction of the two, pulsing of them. Instability of them, massiveness of its explosion. A force of immensity surrounding that young woman, her trailing vision of unease.
"Disappear!" he commands.
Hearts meeting in opposition, both seeking what is inside. Desires of importance, trampling on those in their way. Normalcy of this, harshness of actuality. Conflict brewing, each having a reason. Scarring memories, nightmares never leaving. Agony of deepness, clawing away at the ground. Holding in their sorrow, rising once more. Crushing their enemies, seeking a wish within. Those colliding assaults, violently exploding. Smoke filling the area, that god slowly floating back. Carefully observing the situation ahead, his vision slightly widening. Emerging out of the smoke, a werewolf of her state. Fur coating in silver, those blood red eyes of hers. Flowing hatred, malevolence wildly raging. Ascending above, locking onto her foe like an arrow. Descending on him, claws crashing against the other. Pushing her back, forcing her into the land, massiveness of the rocky objects flying into the air.
Trials of her direction, unable in truly living or dying. Aching of her, wishing in resting. Struggling over the years, sins of greatness. Insecurities forever tormenting her, innumerable sentiments. Picking up those pieces, constantly rising. Slimness of her chances, possibility in making it into an actuality. Pushing her deeper, cracking of the area. Fury in her, gripping his hand. Squeezing down, sharpness of the pain. Pulling back his claw, continuing her assaults. Surprising of this, her increasing speed. Precision and heaviness of each attack, annoyance of him. Defensiveness of him, infuriating of this. Slightness of her footing, dashing behind her enemy. Scraping her claw against the ground, glaring into the eyes of her foe. Lunging at him, that claw of the deity raising high. Immediately slamming down on her, forcing her into the land, intensely shredding the surroundings.
"When will you accept that your power is nothing compared to my own?" Ultima coldly questions.
Sentiments continuously inside, anger at her depths. Memories never leaving, shakiness of old. Weakness in those times, wanting power. A seal upon her, frustration of greatness. Desperation of her, yearning to break free. Wings chaining down, loneliness of her. Years going by, seeking what is within. Lingering events, unease from it. Capability of performing miracles, those placing their hopes and dreams in her hands. Igniting feelings, malevolence wildly raging. Crushing pressure, her expanding form. Raising his claw, that young woman massively increasing in size. Shocking of this, slowly floating back. Armor of a death angel upon her body, massiveness of her wings of blackness. Scattering feathers, her scythe reaching far. Flowing darkness, concentration of it. A shadowy double forming, a doppelgänger of herself. Wondering on her drive, littleness of it, that halfbreed constantly opposing him.
"Reed, no matter how many times you knock me down, I will return stronger than before." Her calm voice.
Hardness over the years, misfortune of her birth. That bleeding moon continuously in her presence, everything slipping out of her hands. Once of happiness, soaring far. Falling below, sinking into the abyss. Her voice never reaching, tormenting of this. A body of filth, hatred boiling at her depths. Unleashing what is inside of her, becoming the Bringer of Demise. That Day of Ruin upon them, fineness with it. Clashing against another, her deepest desire on the line. Words reaching that god, slightness of his widening vision. Unable in accepting this, his shaking fists. Mightily roaring, shockwaves ripping through. Malevolence and divinity intensifying, that maiden raising her weapon, her double doing the same. Her attention above, concentrating energy. A tablet of enormousness forming high, seals of negativity filling.
An enemy of grandness, one going so far. A vessel to a deity of highness, unimaginable power. Hatred in direction to one, scarring memories. Reason in pushing forward, powerlessness of old. Those of similarity, each pushing onward. Seeking what is inside, shouting their soul. Her attention on that god, her swinging scythe. Scraping the land, her doppelgänger mimicking her action. Unleashing that malice, overwhelming darkness from the tablet. Spikes of malevolence descending, rapidness of its assaults. Crashing into the two, incapability of withstanding. Piercing the field, devastating of it. Shedding her physical form, her double disappearing into the shadows. Materializing below, her form of Gluttony. Skin of blackness, coating in steel, nine wings of malice reaching far. Her blood red eyes glaring at her enemy, those attacks steadily fading.
"No matter what tricks you pull against me, it will all end the same!" Ultima ascending high into the air.
Endlessness of efforts, resistance forever persisting. Tormenting agony, emotions guiding her way. Hatred at her depths, once filling with love. Hopelessness in blackness, an abyss of loneliness. Longness of her venture, shakiness of her. Sinking below the surface, wanting in resting. Unable to do so, a path towards her wish of deepness. Two meeting in times of old, one of the heavens, another of the earth. Niceness of this, wishing for it again. Pleasantness in times of yore, those opposing each other. Her vision above, that god floating there. Massiveness of his exertion, generating negativity in his jaw. Smallness of chances, meeting this obstacle. Raising her claw, that beast feeling her influence. Forcing onward, building his attack. Intensifying energy, unleashing an enormous ball of darkness.
Heightening sentiments, crashing her claw into the assault. Malevolence ripping away at it by the moment, pushing against this reason. Unsettling of this, negativity flowing into her body. Persisting, giganticness of this. Malevolence slowly leaving her, slightly shifting her footing. Too much of this, dashing away, reverting her state. That hair flowing long, reflecting the sun. Eyes of the crimson moon, armor of aurum. Her feathery helm, that velvet cape of nobility reaching down the lower half of her back. Immensity of this attack, colliding into the land, violently exploding. Blocking out the intensity, rubble flying everywhere. Wondering on her way in going ahead, her formations not enough.
"It's over." Ultima calmly speaks.
Flowing feelings, treading in blackness. Harshness of the worlds, normalcy of this. Those making their way onward, crushing others beneath their feet. Selfishness of the path, naturalness of this. Grandness of power, few capable of standing before it. Littleness of chances, yet her heart wanting in opposing. A wish far within, images never leaving her. Frustrations eating away at her, that one shouting her soul. Uncertainness of her possibility, an enemy far above her standing. Her attention on her surroundings, crystals of darkness all around her. Stretching far, unease from this. Stepping back, difficulty in defending herself.
"Tch...!"
Waves of harshness, tides crashing against her. Stifling of this, sinking below. Drowning in sorrow, insecurities within. Anger forever branding, loathing the battlefield. Essentialness in partaking, weakness of old. Memories eternally haunting, wishing for power. Planning her escape, freedom for a moment. Awakening years later, a way in grasping her deep desire. Everything slipping between her fingers, trembling of her. Loudness of a roar, her attention to the sky. Ultima gazing in the direction, that descending leviathan. Diving below, circling the land. Destroying those crystals, assimilating the negativity into his body. Unleashing it, a tornado of massiveness ripping through.
"Levi..."