Two similar halves, both reflecting one. A heart trying to reach the other, refusing to leave them in the darkness again. Taking on the Dark Seraph's hatred, extending their hand to that precious person.
Further within, Hades standing inside the seal. His vision on the door, feeling the maiden coming closer. His sharp eyes, her great pressure on him. Shortly hearing the opening door, seeing the demon on the other end.
A person rising to her many challenges, crushing countless in her way. These two meeting again, an old conflict between them. Cyra stepping into the seal, standing a few feet away from the Dark Lord, calmly placing her hand on her waist.
"I am not surprised you made it this far, hard to believe you are an angel." Turning from her.
"Heh, an angel is far too kind of a word to call me--" her slight smile.
"—Hades...your actions have gone too far. You stripped away countless lives for your own sick and twisted game." Her sharp tone.
An entity's terror in the dusk, many lives falling in the madness. Their echoing voices, the young woman hearing them. A person taking on their burden, carrying their hopes and dreams.
These souls with her, giving aid to her. The maiden's steadily returning memories, these constantly repeating events. Hades looking at her, cracking a slight grin.
"And what about you, Nine Winged Seraph? You came to me to gain power, you are directly at fault for this unfolding." His calm voice.
A person's weak moment, someone coming to Hades. A mistake leading to the madness, countless washing away in the insanity. An individual accepting her wrong, pushing onward towards the future. The maiden learning many lessons, carrying these experiences with her.
"That is true, I will not deny my part in this. I brought this terror on the worlds, and I will bring it to a close. It matters not if you have the Harmonizer's body, I will rise to my challenge again." Gesturing her hand to herself, strongly stepping forward.
"Hilarious." Hades faintly smiling.
An old heart steadily coming into reality, refusing the bindings on her soul. Carrying on her sentiments, opposing her challenges in the dusk. The maiden before the Dark Lord, enduring the weight on her psyche.
Pushing onward towards tomorrow, running along her dark road. Keeping her eye on the light at the end, reaching for it. High in the shadows, the Dark Seraph floating. Her vision on the young woman, the entity's unrest.
"Once I kill you, I will take that weapon of yours, and free myself from this prison!" his eager voice.
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A foe aware on the weapon's capabilities, her mind on her other half. Someone likely informing the Lord of Darkness, the maiden wondering on their plan. A war in its final phases, one still out there in the wind.
Everything coming in full circle, the young woman standing in the same place from the beginning. Resting her hand on her chest, her sharp vision to her enemy.
"Oh? And do you have the courage to face me, Hades?" her penetrating tone.
"..."
"I can feel the fear you have of me." Her icy glare.
A person in the shadows, someone growing stronger through the night. An individual surpassing her challenges, bringing down countless.
The demon coming closer to completion, meeting another great obstacle. Containing her displeasure for battle, forcing onward in a feverish frenzy. Her voice shaking the Dark Lord, his uneasy vision on her.
"Fear? How funny you say. I will show you the fear I hold, by ripping you into pieces! And this time that damned god will not be here to save your pitiful life!" Hades angrily yelling.
Two old friends continuously there for each other, the once supreme god coming in her time of need. A mistake leading into the madness, creating a chain of sorrow. These countless souls with the young woman, her vision to them.
Their reassurance to her, those spirits accepting her. The maiden shortly inhaling then exhaling, shifting her eyes to her enemy. A devil's mind on her goal, many aiding her towards it. A black mist shrouding the room, her hand on her waist.
"Come Hades, I will show you what rests in my soul." Her soft tone.
A heart proceeding down her direction, carrying her great weight with her. Others helping her through it, guiding the maiden to her goal. Rose's eyes on the young woman, her mind on their growth.
Someone continuously falling, rising stronger than before. The Dark Lord's unrest, seeing darkness and light burning from the devil.
"You're much different from last time...what are you...? To think you can still hold this much power after being gravely wounded...tch..." Hades deep frustration.
A person enduring the pain on her, pushing further into the dusk. An individual meeting the Dark Lord again, her intention to bring a close to the problem. Accepting her mistakes, pushing onward towards tomorrow.
Hades raising his hand, glaring at her. A powerful black crimson energy circulating above, the young woman stepping back a bit. Unease from the Dark Seraph, her vision to Reviver.
"Wait...are you...?" Cyra's unease.
Glancing back to Reviver, the weapon horizontally on the lower half of her back. The staff reacting to the influence, emitting a gold light. Its crying sound, the maiden's sharp vision to the Dark Lord.
An entity's great pull, drawing out the power from the artifact, slowly shifting the realm. Immediately sticking Rebellion into the land, its extending negative force.
"I was right, your weapon does react to my power. Let us go! To the final battlefield!" Hades excitement.
Rose's slightly shaking eyes, everything riding on the maiden's play. Rebellion loudly sounding, wrapping the staff in its black warmth. Shielding the Seraph from their enemy, piercing through a line.
Two from different worlds, both protecting one another. The maiden running in the abyss, seeing her guardian in black chains. Their great agony, those weak eyes ahead. Cyra extending her hand, breaking through the barrier.
"I'm here, so take my hand!" her strong voice.
The Seraph's vision on the maiden, a person's soft heart going far. That demon diving into the fiery inferno, reaching many with her warmth. The angel extending their hand, taking hold of the young woman's own.
Cyra pulling the guardian from the negative force, bringing them back to the surface. Blasting away Hades, the Dark Lord sliding back on his feet, his eyes on the steadily resetting world.