A conflict from the past, an entity rising from the depths. Enduring her crushing grief, pushing forward towards her goal. A curse branding on her, someone refusing to accept it.
One taking the battle to the gods, eternally engraving her sentiments into countless. Many passing years, the maiden confronting a monster from old. Her desire to end him, to bring closure to the demise of her family.
"Oh? And where exactly did we leave off? You will have to forgive me for not remembering that much." Folding his arms, smirking at her.
"Around the time I impaled you. Circumstances may have saved you with a seal, but your fortune has now run dry." Her calm tone.
An individual confronting the Accursed several times, her desire to bring meaning to the ends of her companions. A foe continuously escaping her grasp, these frustrating feelings in her. One carrying the hopes and dreams of others, enduring her great pain.
Another chance coming to her, her will to see it through to its conclusion. Lust's memories clearing a bit more, glaring at the one ahead of him. Raising his whip, hitting it hard against the land. The hellhound rising, bearing its fangs.
"I remember a bit now. You...I will tear you apart!" his furious voice.
One entering onto the battlefield, terrifyingly displaying her capabilities. Overwhelming her enemies, crushing her obstacles. That pain still with the Accursed, an old feeling slowly returning to him.
The maiden standing there, her sharp vision on her enemy. A few slipping away from the gods, seeking after one for safety. Each wishing to soar, everyone putting their faith in her. Everything within their reach, yet it all going away in an instant.
"Then come, and let us have a proper conclusion at last." Her hand to her chest.
Two meeting again after a long time, both wishing to set an end to their conflict. A beast from the past taking the lives from a few, someone attracting a horrifying presence. An individual unleashing her terror, revealing her black soul.
The Accursed directing his hand onward, ordering the hound. That howling creature, shortly dashing to the maiden. Its illusive steps, the young woman's mild vision. Putting away her staff, immediately gripping her blade.
Her target leaping at her, its fangs in view. The demon slipping behind, sending out an afterimage. Her clone stabbing through its skull, spilling blood on the ground.
Witnessing the falling monster, calmly standing with her back facing Lust. The Accursed's cautious eyes on her, his growing frustration.
Shortly extending his whip, hitting it against the ground. The surrounding gates opening, lions in a horrific state. Those beasts walking towards her, their salivating mouths.
"Even now, you treat lives as nothing more than a game." Turning to him.
"I know, isn't it exhilarating?" Lust chuckling.
Her meaningless words to him, someone embracing in the bliss of torture. Manipulating others, creating monsters to serve under him. A sigh leaving her, shortly shaking her head from left to right.
The young woman's slowly revealing nature, her powerful sentiments steadily showing. An opportunity coming once more, many giving her support. A fiend increasing her anger, stirring her emotions even more.
"I suppose this is no surprise." Her mild tone.
A heart in the darkness, descending onto the platform of memories. These many events to her, keeping them firmly in her. Her eyes on the lions circling her, shortly witnessing them charging at her.
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One leaping, pouncing down at her. The demon instantly slipping behind it, revealing Rebellion. Connecting the sword to the lion's neck, immediately severing its head. That lifelessly falling beast, Lust slightly frowning, anger filling him.
One from the past racing to the surface, keeping her eye on her goal. Someone closing up loose ends, carrying the weight from others on her shoulders.
From behind, another lion hastily approaching. Her swift turn, connecting her weapon into the monster's neck, slicing its head from its body. From the side, one more rushing at her.
Locking her gaze on its own, an afterimage from the devil racing out. Impaling the beast with their blade, pinning it on the wall. Lust's growing fury, harshly hitting his whip on the land.
"You were always such a monster on the battlefield...!" yelling at her.
A person embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, someone feverishly pursuing her path. An old returning soul, a demon pursuing her enemy from the past. Images never leaving her mind, laughter's going away.
Her gripping pain, fury rising in her by the moment. Facing the fiend, her cold vision on him. Sticking her blade into the ground at her side, placing her hand on her waist. Slightly looking away, glaring at him, shaking his resolve.
"What are you so angry about? You were the one who helped create this monster, when you brutalized my companions over a thousand years ago." Her penetrating voice.
"..."
"You will feel our emotions, that much I will guarantee." Her calm tone.
"If they mean so much to you, then I will send you to join them hm hm." The chuckling fiend.
A heart from long ago, the young woman meeting some people. Their warm presence to her, these few close like family. Everything slipping away from her again, an individual wishing to bring meaning to the demise of her companions.
Lust harshly hitting his whip against the ground, darkness surrounding him. His extending force, blanketing the area in his malice.
The maiden calmly standing there, her mind on the hand of her dying friend. A young man passing on their hopes and dreams to her, an image never leaving her. A grim situation to them, the demon's order leading to their death's.
A pointless war dragging them into the fire, setting them into a hellish conflict. Her friends with her, these comrades constantly at her side. The devil's eyes towards the end of her direction, that light getting brighter with each step.
Gripping her sword, removing it from the land. Her moving feet, her illusive steps. Shortly appearing in front of the fiend, that enemy unleashing a flurry of assaults with his whip.
Her quick steps, rapidly evading. Locking onto an opportunity, Cyra lunging forward. His weapon wrapping around her own, tightly holding the blade in place.
"Wrong move again, Lust." Her sharp vision on him.
A foe skillfully commanding monsters, his powerful whip defeating countless. An encounter long ago, the demon using his weapon against him. A heart seeking to close an old conflict, someone not allowing him to escape again.
Her family unable to return, their presence with her. Carrying their sentiments, pushing onward in the sadness. The maiden rushing forward, piercing Reviver into the Accursed's chest.
"Gyah...!!"
Devastatingly colliding into her target, his shaking eyes. Lust stepping away in agony, holding his wound. Blood pouring out of him, his uneasy vision at her.
One carrying the hopes and dreams from many, feeling the countless voices flowing through her. Cyra extending her staff, soon tugging at the whip. The Accused's grim expression, trying to hold her still.
The young woman harshly pulling him in, his wide eyes. That demon striking downward, crashing the General into the land, cracking the tiles.
"Argh!!"
Images eternally within, a horrific battlefield in the insanity. A few sweeping away in the terror, their intention away from it. One remaining, taking on the weight of those no more. Her deep hatred, this fury showing at the surface.
Continuing her assault, raising him into the air with her sword, flinging him across the room. The whip unwrapping from her blade, Lust colliding into the wall. Some falling stones, that monster following with it.
Anger rising in the General, his increasing malice, this stretching power blanketing the room in complete darkness. The Accursed rising to his feet, desperately catching his breath.
"I am the night itself, do you think you can hide from me in this darkness?" her cold voice.
Her deeply striking words, shaking the monster. An individual born underneath the light of the crimson moon, a curse forever on her. Someone steadily returning over the passing time, slowly taking her stand at the top again.
A person embracing her corruption, unleashing the fury inside of her. Her foe's hesitant movements, yet an opportunity to him. Days from the past, a war going in their favor. One entering in, shifting the tides.
"I wonder, just how much I can make you scream before this ends." Directing her blade at her target.
Her alarming action to him, the enemy stepping back a bit. Kain, Rick, Emily and Martha's eyes on her. Feeling her anguish, someone taking on a burden for many years. Their wish to take away her pain, these few before the threat.
A faint light piercing in the darkness, leading straight to Lust. Her moving feet, bursting through the field. Hastily approaching her target, the monster uneasily bracing himself.