Forever existing conflict, a heart pushing onward in the endless stream. Firmly holding onto an old promise, her deep hatred for a monster. An entity carrying the hopes and dreams of others, someone shouldering its weight for a long time.

Deep underground, a gate leading to a place of torture. Many valiants in the past heading into the arena, countless becoming victims. The young woman's vision ahead, hearing the crying souls, their voices echoing through her.

"I will see to it that you can all rest when this is over." Her soft voice.

These many spirits surrounding her, giving her their support. One hearing them, someone extending their warm hand to them. An entity pushing onward in the dusk, refusing to remain quiet.

Her eyes on the many victims, animals and humans alike. Shortly shifting her attention to the path ahead, one awaiting her on a battlefield.

"Let us go." The young woman walking onward.

Her guiding voice, a person shining light on their road. Innumerable spirits following behind her, trusting in the Bringer of Demise. A warm light washing over the area, their souls flowing through, rushing into her body.

These many desires, those countless emotions. A person able to turn the smallest chance into an actuality, a demon bringing forward miracles. The maiden soon stepping into the arena, the gate shutting behind her.

Her vision on the Tamer of Beasts, this wide field around her. The fiend raising his arm, bashing his whip into the ground. His silver scales, those monstrous eyes. Feeling her pressure, a great force crushing down hard on the area.

"To think yet another would fall to you. During the Great War, so many fell to my brothers and I, yet one was different. There was only one angel to survive, the Nine Winged Seraph, could you be that Seraph...?" excitement from him.

"Are those your final words?" standing on her side, glaring at him.

An entity pushing through a harsh war, feverishly carrying her desires. A guardian with her, that Seraph guiding her along her road. Her request to her old friend in the end, someone making her a legend.

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Two inhabiting one existence, their linking hearts. The young woman's steadily returning memories, great rage filling her. An individual from the deepest abyss, this person clashing against her obstacles in the dusk. Two in an arena, the maiden's mind on the past.

Images never leaving her mind, one brutalizing her companions. Her vision on a hellhound walking in, the beast licking its mouth. Shortly shifting her gaze back to the Accursed, a chill running down his spine. The fiend slowly remembering, her stabbing glare at him.

"I see now...why so many fell to your blade. Yes...! I see now!" expanding his arms.

An enormous war long ago, devils driving the Heavenly Realm to the brink. Everything going in their direction, a single piece moving into play. A person making her way through the battlefield, displaying her terrifying capabilities.

His vision on her staff, the steadily clearing events to the monster. These gripping feelings in him, his shaking heart. The maiden's hand on her waist, her picture returning to his mind.

"You were the Nine Winged Seraph in the Great War. Yes...I remember now...that weapon...those eyes! It is not to be mistaken!" excitement from his voice.

A beast's drive for battle, someone constantly engaging in its fiery inferno. His meeting with her long ago, someone crushing countless in the past. An individual's mind on her comrades, those smiles still to her mind.

Precious friends believing in her, choosing to bet everything on a small chance. A way to escape the gods, their desire to spread their wings. All of it instantly going away, a monster not acknowledging their lives.

"Close, I am a demon. The Seraph is my guardian." Her hand on her waist.

"A demon that opposes the Dark Lord? Also one with an angel as a guardian? You have me even more interested now. Why is it that you did not align with Hades?"

"I lead my own path, not one that is laid out for me." Gripping the handle of her sword.

A heart enduring great pain, her powerless days in the past. Someone refusing to remain quiet, diving into the abyss. Chains shackling her, wings wishing to soar. Keeping her eyes on the slimmest light, the young woman reaching after it.

A person desiring for her happiest days again, crushing her countless challenges. The maiden standing in the darkness, her family there with her. Their smiles to her, each nodding their assurance to her.

"Your own path huh. No matter how many fell, you kept persisting. Even the gods were terrified of you, someone that turned a war on its head." Lust hitting his whip against the ground.

A devil born underneath the blood moon, that single entity ascending to heights far above her own. Eventually becoming the true enemy, sounding her soul for all to hear. Many fearing her, a demon branding her emotions into them.

The maiden's eyes on the whip, a weapon taking the lives of her comrades. Her sharp vision to the Accursed, shifting her hand to her staff. Directing it at Lust, these two mighty beings before the other again.

"I believe it is time we continue where we left off, Lust." Her cold voice on him.