In the altar, the death angel feeling the young woman's approach. Two halves in the final phases of the war, both coming before the other after a long time.
Their encounters in the dusk, Rose guiding the maiden through many lessons. Watching them ascend to their many challenges, awakening to an even more devastating power.
Shortly hearing the opening the door, Cyra standing from far across the room. Their connecting eyes, both seriously looking at one another. The death angel slowly rising into the air, looking at the devil walking towards her.
"Come, as I said, I will not be lenient with you. It is time to bring our feud to an end." Rose's calm voice.
Two halves once whole, a weak one racing through the dusk, refusing to relent. A person growing stronger, eventually pushing back Rose. The death angel witnessing their growth, feeling the shadows grabbing at her.
An individual seeking after her goal, reaching for her light at the end of the nightmare. The entity shifting her eyes behind the maiden, seeing many spirits with her. A person's gentle hand, wrapping others in their warmth.
An unsurprising development, Rose slightly smiling, this reassuring sight to them. The young woman standing still, looking at her other half high above. Two entities opposing one another, both finally meeting on the battlefield again.
A devil wishing for another way, her soft heart guiding her in the malicious night. A pointless conflict between them, countless lives sweeping away in their feud. The death angel steadily descending, shortly touching down on the ground.
"I must commend you Cyra, or should I say, Maria?" Rose's sharp vision.
A stubborn resolve in the shadows, someone not backing down, tackling their many challenges. A person continuously fighting against their shackles, forcing against the reason of others.
A great wrong splitting one into two, yet creating something more. Two halves clashing against each other, both having similarities at their depths. Desires driving their way forward, the two selfishly pushing forward, wanting what is within.
"Rose...is it really worth it? All because of your anger towards me...?" sadly lowering her head.
An entity giving the Harmonizer's body to Hades, accelerating the end. An individual's great hatred, refusing to become whole again. Two coming from one, Cyra the weaker half, Rose the stronger one.
Both working hard, reaching after their deepest desire. Running along their dark road, refusing to remain in silence. Rose soon floating just above the ground, her presence a few feet away from the maiden.
"If it means breaking away from you, then it is. When we settle our feud, Reviver will be mine." The death angel floating on her side, her sad eyes to the demon.
Two similar halves, yet strongly opposing one another. The death angel's efforts in the dusk, someone guiding the devil underneath the bleeding light. Cyra wishing for another way, her mind on Rose's reason.
An entity wanting to rid themselves from the other, this unyielding fury towards one. The maiden sorrowfully directing her sword at her target, both flowing along in an endless stream.
"Then come, I will take on your hatred." Cyra's grim tone.
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Words meeting the death angel, her increasing pain. An individual desiring for a different way, that persisting maiden in the dusk. Two meeting on the battlefield, each proceeding along their own route.
Two great beings constantly rising, running down their dark road. A war drawing closer to its conclusion, both racing after their goal.
"You have come a long way, Maria. I am proud. However, as I said, there will be no leniency." Rose slightly smiling, turning from them.
Cyra lowering her weapon, thinking on those words. Two running through the night, one guiding the maiden in their own way. A heart not stopping, wishing to peacefully settle their feud.
An individual loathing the battlefield, constantly enduring the damage on her psyche. Someone trying to reach her other half, taking on the crushing weight in the dusk.
"Rose, despite your cold actions, you have been looking out for me. I do not want to fight, I despise doing so. We can put a close to our conflict..." The devil's soft voice.
A death angel's powerful resolve, that person flying after her goal. Someone not able to abandon the demon, guiding them in her own way.
Witnessing Cyra's growth, a devil clashing against terrors in the night, becoming stronger over time. An entity wanting them to stay away from the battlefield, yet her other half sweeping away in the madness.
"I know Maria, I do not wish for this as well. However, we have now crossed the point of no return. Much like yourself, I have my own desire." Rose slightly looking away, her hand to her chest.
Two seeking after what is inside, racing down their road, reaching for their goal. The death angel yearning to separate herself, a heart shackling to the land.
Cyra steadily understanding her other side, an entity reflecting her. Someone wishing for the endless sky, refusing their chains. Strongly carrying forward, shouting their soul.
"Rose..." The maiden's sad voice.
Glancing behind to the young woman, the death angel accepting her way onward. An individual not wishing for their confrontation, yet both running along their route.
One remaining in the shadows, desiring to break free. Two halves sharing a similar resolve, their different methods to go forward. Despair in the dusk, terror plaguing the world. No matter, both holding the other dear.
"Save it, Maria. I apologize, but this is where we part..." Her mild tone.
"I have not given up yet..."
Two halves once whole, the weaker one not backing down. Keeping her eye on the slim light, a way to pierce the shadows cloaking her other half.
Rose facing her, unable to understand the demon's persistence. A black mist burning from the descending feathers, cloaking the room in a fog. Cyra closing her eyes, taking in her many experiences.
Shortly opening her vision, standing on her side, directing Reviver at the entity. Proceeding down her direction, refusing to let Rose slip between her fingers.
"I understand, you are my malice, and also the one who protected me in the shadows..." Cyra's sad vision.
"Yes, and I cannot protect you any longer. I have my own desire, so only one of us can stand now." Rose's painful tone.
"Just what are you planning, Rose...?" the maiden's unrest.
The Dark Seraph having her own desire, someone proceeding along her route. Powerfully progressing in the dusk, crushing her many challenges. Eventually meeting another in the dusk, unable to keep them safe any longer.
A war drawing towards its conclusion, both racing after their goal, the devil's uncertainty on her other half's plan. One guiding her, preparing her for the obstacles ahead. Everything coming in full circle, these two before one another on the battlefield again.
"Enough, it is time we end our feud." Rose swinging out her offhand.
"Very well then..."
Two halves standing in opposition with one another, both wishing for another way. The night coming closer to the end, each side racing to their deepest desire. One yearning to put aside their feud, the other unwilling to relent.
Rose ascending high, twirling her staff in her hand, unleashing black lightning on the maiden. Cyra trailing the assault, watching it massively expand. The maiden stepping back, witnessing the attack crashing down everywhere, her sharp vision.
"I will not go back to that place, so what will you do, Maria?!" Rose's powerful voice.
A heart desperately shouting, not remaining in silence. A soul soaring along the endless stream, cloaking it in her black feathers. The entity binding the young woman in an electrical prison, shortly generating a shocking energy ball.
Concentrating it by the second, soon shooting it below. Ripping apart her surroundings, drawing closer to the maiden. Cyra taking in the attack, withstanding the Dark Seraph's fury.
Shortly piercing through the assault, making her way higher. The violently exploding force, tearing away at the room. Massive stones descending from the ceiling, the walls steadily falling apart.