Racing after one from old, their blurry image. Not letting go, her option away from this madness. Meeting these kind people, bonding with them. Their hearts uniting in the chaos, their purpose to proceed. The maiden's boiling sentiments, her reason in the past, needing to find out.
Her deep sadness, those never leaving feelings. Someone born underneath the crimson moon, sorrow linking to this existence. Its sinister beauty, the young woman loathing it. That object no longer there, her presence not in acknowledgment.
Fragments remaining, her emotions far inside. A power able to bring forward the endless night, devils knowing this. Conflict from each side, demons wanting to devour the individual, yearning for their strength. Others desiring to
purge the abomination, not accepting their life. Eternally lingering sadness, yearning for the old days. Those feverishly igniting sentiments, silence from the past. One drowning in a lonely abyss, sinking below the surface. No longer able to endure, breaking through the surface.
Racing within it, shadowy hands trailing her, her eyes on the slimmest light. Nearing her goal, everything slipping away from her. These never dying emotions, her reason to oppose. A distant realm above, the many floating platforms connecting through chains. That massive old gate, ancient symbols burning from it.
The realm of the gods, and home to the angels. Having prosperity for years, this time steadily ending. A dragging war, Odin's unease by it. Requiring the Bringer of Demise to defeat Hades, a power able to rival their own. Deities in the throne room room, the All-Father sitting on his seat. Gods standing around, assessing the situation.
Actions by another, her careful movements. Freya floating at their leader's side, her effort towards betterment. Knowing the risk, requiring two to reunite. Companions constantly connecting, guiding each other. Their close hearts, witnessing this herself. These agonizing sentiments, one never forgetting.
An individual continuously trying to free his old friend, steadily losing hope. A way to bring him back, the goddess accepting it. A way to control the situation, that possibility residing with one. This weight on her shoulders, needing to repay a debt. Odin glancing to her, his hand to his chin.
"Something a bother Freya?" his calm voice.
Turning to him, her careless action, her displaying emotions. Shaking her head in reassurance, keeping in the shadows. Believing in her path, her lingering sentiments. Enduring the passing time, witnessing a despairing friend. Someone following his companion's words, yet constantly trying to free a devil from her prison.
A risk in it, his growing frustrations. Steadily losing hope, a terrible war coming. Needing their efforts together, the once supreme deity being vulnerable from his old friend's falter. Two continuously parting, a rift persistently pulling them apart.
"Cyra may be a lot of things, but I doubt she will bring an eternal night. Though Hades, he is the real concern here." Freya positioning her arms in a thinking posture.
Two born underneath the crimson moon, a curse acknowledging one, ignoring the other. Both possessing similar capabilities, their grand standing. Those from different realms, each having their own way forward. Seeking after their desires, breaking down barriers. Shouting what is within, clashing against others.
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Slightly looking down, the goddess thinking on the war. Odin agreeing on her take, marginally shifting his attention to his side. A halfbreed's heart similar to her mother's, her resolve reflecting her father's.
"Which is why she is of most importance here. While there is a great risk, certainly she can be used to combat Hades." The All-Father folding his arms.
Their grave situation, a war in the enemy's hands. The once supreme deity unable to shift it in their favor, those requiring another. An entity from the deepest of abyss, one forcing against the harsh tides. Her enormous despair, shaking numerous at one point.
Clashing against a grand weapon, choosing to seal herself away with it. Her infinite potential, someone opposing the deities long ago, these gods manipulating her life. Freya flying along her path, playing a second face. Prancing back and forth, the god of war propping his arms behind his head.
"If she awakens, all hell will break loose." Ares looking to the ceiling.
A powerful drive from the older days, her connecting sentiments. Racing through blackness, her deep loneliness. Others leaving, the young woman suffering within it. Shadowy hands surrounding her, a god diving to the depths, wishing to bring her back home. Surpassing her old friend, her gratefulness to him. Her wish inside, the maiden unable to grasp it.
Becoming the Bringer of Demise, pushing the worlds to the brink of ruin. Associating herself as a devil, progressing as herself. One from the land, her extreme feats. Proceeding far, resisting the reason of others. Forcing against Ultima, the lengths towards her desires, unleashing true horror on the realms.
"I have to agree with him on this one, we have seen what she can do. For a halfbreed, her power is on par with a pureblood god at a minimum." Artemis folding her arms, glancing to the god of war, her grim expression.
A life coming from two great beings, an abomination of an existence. Her blissful early days, her mother no longer there. A Tyrant falling into despair, seeking after answers. His cruelty to his child, yet doing his best. His solution to protect her, a mistake leading to a chain of sorrow.
A deity in the heavens at the center, an action leading to her evolution. The god of time slightly looking down, thinking back to her display in the past. Her deep rage, embracing her corruption. Forcing against her challenges, bringing down the weapon of the gods.
"Lord Odin, what is to say she won't surpass her limits again?" Chronos folding his arms.
Her infinite potential, a person able to reach others. Converting one of their own, connecting many hearts. Someone able to turn the smallest chance into an actuality, her great sadness. Rising to her challenges, pushing onward in her agony. Eventually becoming the Bringer of Demise, progressing as herself.
Her soft self, her deep hatred. Racing in blackness, avoiding shadowy hands. Her loneliness for a long time, those leaving her in the shadows. One still persisting, her faithful companion. The All-Father's unease, keeping his eye on his goal. Proceeding forward in his path, wanting to witness the fruits of his efforts.
"A possibility nonetheless, but we must act on this. Even if the risk is her awakening." Odin slightly looking away.
These unsettling sentiments, one from the deepest of abyss. Her forever torturous emotions, feelings branding on her. A god sealing away her memories, freeing her from her prison. Needing her capabilities, using her in his goal. Fearing her awakening, risking it towards his wish. Forcing onward, believing in his path.
Freya turning from him, her willingness to unleash chaos on the worlds. A halfbreed pursuing her desires, seeking after her deepest one. Her flowing feelings, those never dying sentiments. Far below, many wandering souls, a world in torment. Dread in Helheim, the icy lands. The decaying forest, comrades resting.
That young woman from a distance, her faint smile. Her clownish family, these pleasant emotions in her. Gazing up at the moon, unease in her. A orb slightly glowing red, the fading color. A strange object, normally displaying again. Her mind on it, her quickly beating chest.
An object no longer crimson, struggling to acknowledge her presence. Lingering questions inside of her, having to find one. Her deep despair, holding in her feelings. Her frightening resolve, few knowing about it. A soul shackling to the land, her wings ripping free. Reaching for what is inside, failing to achieve her goal.
This moon...it is different, that is for certain. This uneasy feeling...my rage. Nonetheless, I must focus, I have to find this person. Maybe then I grasp this tiny light...