A never stopping heart, someone seeking after her blissful days. Enduring her agony, refusing to remain in silence. Nearing her foe, the fiend binding her sword with his whip. Tightening her grip on her blade, launching him high into the air.
A shocking situation, his eyes on her. Following up on her action, immediately slamming him down into the surrounding area. Continuing her direction, the maiden flinging across the room. Lust crashing into the wall, falling to the land.
The darkness slowly subsiding, his whip unwrapping from her sword again, that fiend struggling on the ground. Slowly rising to his feet, fear building in him. Cyra directing her blade at him, locking onto her enemy.
"Da—damn you!" he yells.
Memories flowing through her, laughter's from the past echoing within the young woman. Companions each seeking after their freedom, everyone diving into the inferno.
Their eventual encounter with the fiend, the maiden coming into a horrific sight. Her increasing anger, darkness thickly emitting from her body.
Revealing her pure white wings, spreading them afar, Lust's wide vision. The demon floating just above the ground, her sharp gaze on her target, immediately bursting onward.
"Everyone...let us finish this."
Eleven hundred years prior, a few inside a horrific battlefield in a valley. Lust on his knees, looking up at the maiden. Horror from him, his desperately pounding heart. The young woman standing on her side, aiming her sword at his throat.
Her cold penetrating vision paralyzing his movements, her deep hatred at him. A foe killing her friends, those smiles branding in her mind, their laughter's in silence. Everyone nearing their goal, yet it all slipping away.
"I believe it is time we part. Farewell, Lust." Her chilling tone.
Carrying these sentiments within her, colliding into the Accursed. The young woman sweeping him into the air, crushing the area. The fiend's trembling vision, watching her approach him.
Cyra instantly striking through the monster, severing their arm. A massive lance forming out of the shadows, impaling her enemy. Continuing her path, flying around the field, tearing away at his body.
His legs scattering in each direction, shockwaves ripping through the field, lances piercing into Lust. Shortly flying high above her foe, her vision on her opponent, the maiden's great fury.
"You will feel our pain, you will feel our emotions..." Her sharp tone.
Leaving him with his torso, binding her target with the lances in the air. The Seraph floating behind her, her family there as well. Feeling her sentiments, someone carrying a great weight for countless years.
Running along her path, enduring her grief. Constantly losing everything, these spilling feelings. The maiden raising Reviver, slowly twirling it in her hand.
Building electrical energy, shortly transferring the intense power into her staff. Motioning forward, unleashing it on the monster. Divine lightning crashing down on Lust, pushing him into the land, crushing him.
That force continuously assaulting him, trapping him in an electrical prison. The energy soon compressing, more lightning descending on him. The screaming Accursed, feeling his flesh burning from his bones.
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"I—I remember now...! You were there...! Over a thousand years ago in that valley...!" he thinks in immense pain.
His clearing memories, one from long ago within his mind. Someone blanketing the worlds in the night, unleashing the fury in her soul. A person bringing him to his knees, displaying her terrifying power.
A single entity rising to ranks far above her own, his actions leading to her evolution. The electrical prison binding him in place, that attack compressing even more, soon violently releasing.
"Aa...aah...!! I—It's my fault...! I played around with you back then...! And all that did was...allow your power to gro—grow...! It's my fault...! AAAAAAHHHH!!!"
A devil born underneath the crimson light, an individual's great potential. Clashing against her foes, growing stronger over the passing time. Her displeasure for the battlefield, an unyielding resolve pushing her along her dark road.
The massively exploding assault, tearing apart the surroundings, parts from the walls and ceiling falling to the land. Cyra descending towards the ground, pure white feathers scattering below. Shortly touching down on the floor, her dispersing wings. Calming herself, soon turning away.
"Farewell, Lust..." Her mild tone.
Further back, inside the altar. A path going onward, Rose floating in place at the end. One from long ago steadily regaining her memories, following through on a promise from old.
The death angel feeling her display, a person coming more into actuality. Two halves once whole, both reflecting one another. Their hearts against each other, yet something more connecting them.
"Ah yes, Lust, it was your fault she survived. If you were not so foolish, you would have been alive. You had your chance, but decided to let her go, and that was your mistake." Rose slightly smiling.
An entity from the past, someone clashing against her challenges in the dusk. A heart remaining soft, enduring the damage on her psyche. The death angel's choice, someone guiding the maiden, teaching her important lessons.
Their long separation in the night, a moment coming again. Rose looking onward, her eyes passing the many statues of the king.
"Come, Cyra, I feel Maria's spirit from you. Maybe you really are her, someone always rising to their challenges." Rose's calm voice.
"We will meet soon Maria, and put a close to our feud." Her sharp vision.
Two halves standing against one another, extending their hand in this game of chance. An entity still persisting, refusing to remain quiet. The death angel feeling another presence, multiple energies inside of one, an unnerving situation to her.
Further back, within the room hiding away. Hades growing more impatient, his increasing unease. Someone else falling to the young woman, a person becoming stronger with each passing hour, making her way closer to him. His memories from the start of the night, the deity's certainty on her identity.
"She really is that Seraph. If only I had not failed to kill her back then...now her power has grown to such an extreme length..." Fury from the Dark Lord's voice.
A weak one racing in the dusk, ascending through the ranks, crushing her many challenges. His eyes on the strongly burning seal, a mistake containing him in this place.
The Dark Lord contacting the entity, luring her into position. A god continuously nearby, protecting her from danger. A formidable duo together, two old friends from the old days.
Hades thinking on Valor's words, the Lord of Darkness unleashing a terrifying presence. Folding his arms, soon looking to the door in front of him, his increasing frustration.
"Who exactly are you angel? Where did you come from? Even amongst the greatest, they were not able to deal with the Accursed's like you have." Hades unrest.
Thinking on Valor's message, the Dark Lord's hazy memories. An individual not remembering much, his certainty on it. One entity running through the night, tackling even his best. His rising fury, someone defeating the Four Generals.
Everything once within the palm of his hands, these shifting tides before him. An individual from the abyss quickly approaching the surface, bringing demise in the wake of her despair.
"Come...this time I will end you!" strongly swinging out his right arm.
Unclear events from the past, yet these feelings remaining within the Lord of Darkness. A mistake leading to a powerful foe, that person coming closer with each passing minute.
Within the arena, Cyra walking through the remains, many souls following close behind. The young woman standing before the path to the altar, shortly glancing back to the spirits.
All nodding their approval to her, their desire to give their aid to her. Cyra's hand to her chest, seeing the light in the deepest of darkness. The Bringer of Demise looking ahead, soon walking onward.
My comrades, I have finally put an end to Lust. Those laughter's, I can still see it, I can still feel those days. Now we are drawing closer to the end of this nightmare. Everyone, please lend me your strength, let us see the conclusion for ourselves...