The flowing breeze in the horrific dusk, one diving into the farthest abyss. Enduring her deep sins, a great wrong leading to the madness. A secret further inside, an old resolve slowly surfacing. One opposing the reason of others, this powerfully increasing by the hour.

The moonlight shining down on a garden, many layers of bushes stacking high, a maze of the place. Countless variations of flowers and decors, a fountain flowing down water at the center. Statues on both ends, one of the late king, another of the Queen. Dark wings in the dusk, that death angel floating along.

"I must find it...I can feel her presence..." Her growing frustration.

"You have come far, Cyra. When we meet again, it might be the last."

A conflict from two, both reflecting one. Two halves chasing after the same thing, their desire to grasp it. The entity soon ascending into the sky, leaving behind a trail of black feathers. A race against time, an item able to shape the outcome of the war.

Two similar beings, yet certain lines connecting them. A town plaguing with fiendish creatures, demons lurking in the shadows. A gateway into the castle, many bodies from the guards on the ground.

Blood soaking the area, the young woman following the path. Enemies taking caution, their ravenous eyes on her. Valiant warriors along the statues, those once fighting in the madness. Knights gaining their king's acknowledgment, their loyal devotion to their cause.

The maiden shortly hearing footsteps, soon standing still. Folding her arms, slightly glaring at the incubus blocking her direction. His pale skin and dark cloak, thick malice burning from him.

"Little lost angel, this is not exactly the best place to be at this time." A bit of flare extending from the incubus.

Many enemies in the dusk, one preventing her progress. An entity unable to gain reinforcement, this great problem on her own. Steadying herself, her heart in the darkness. Walking down a lonely path, her vision on the slight light. Shortly standing on her side, her eyes on her foe. This eternal night, a nightmare attracting countless, bringing chaos in its presence.

"Perhaps not I would agree. Though—" directing her blade at the demon.

"—I will have entry one way or another, this is your choice." Her stern expression.

A soft heart in the shadows, something else lurking at the depths. An individual despising the battlefield, yet living in its insanity. An enemy barring her way, keeping her in place. Demons growing stronger the longer the night, this cruelty underneath the twilight. Foes vastly roaming, the bleeding moon shining down its light. One against the tides, reaching for the faintest chance.

"Move aside." Her calm voice.

A dire situation, the maiden wishing to avoid needless problems. One falling into an endless stream, fighting against the harsh waves. A mistake giving rise to the horror, the dusk empowering them. Blackness at her depths, emotions clawing away at her. These growing feelings, another embracing the bleeding moon, wandering in the shadows.

"No can do." He shrugs.

An unsurprising response, shaking her head from left to right. These increasing feelings within her, old emotions gripping at her. This enemy before her, the incubus spreading his stance. Darkness swirling around him, stretching into a frightening malice. Two underneath the velvet moon, one slowly coming back within its presence.

"Why is that? Hades orders?" her slightly serious tone.

"Well, at least you're sharp." Expanding his arms.

Fiends watching from the shadows, those enemies locking onto her. Slowly stepping out of the shadows, walking towards her. A griffin and lion, these foes getting closer to her. The slyly smiling incubus, his expression catching the maiden's attention. Shortly feeling a chill running down her spine, slightly glancing behind.

"You my dear, walked right into this one." Folding his arms.

The griffin hitting its claw against the ground, that lion growling at her. Shifting her vision to the demon ahead, his triumphant expression. Someone setting a trap for her, luring her further into his goal. Those approaching enemies, the young woman stepping back a bit. Her currently weak state, yet a fire strongly burning in her.

"I have to retrieve what is rightfully mine..." Scowling a bit.

Days from old, sunlight shining through the throne room in the heavens. Someone in front of the maiden, presenting a crimson staff to her. Surprise from her, a close one giving her this gift. A great weapon, one holding possibilities within it.

"For me...?"

"If there is anyone I can trust with this weapon, it's you."

I never should have...

"No matter which way you square it, this will be your end." His sharp tone.

A person standing in the darkness, lowering her head. Blackness swirling around her, a voice echoing through her. A familiar force pulling at her, great rage from her. Looking ahead, her moving feet. Rising to her challenge, slicing open a road herself. Bursting through, instantly crashing her sword against the incubus' weapon. His shaking vision, enduring this great force.

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"I will not be stopped here. You better come at me with everything you have, otherwise you will fall by my blade." Her cold tone.

A heart in the dusk, one running towards her desire. An individual refusing to remain silent, shouting what is within. The instantly striking monsters, closing in on her from behind.

Adjusting her footing, slipping behind the griffin. Lunging forward, grabbing its neck with her arm. Slamming it into the land, immediately rushing down her sword, stabbing through its skull. Blood spreading on the land, the incubus' stern expression.

"Your power should be gone, what is the meaning of this...?" the incubus' unease.

An individual's mistake leading to her weak state, many enemies falling to her. Something more existing within her, that foe closely looking at her. Seeing her stretching malice, shifting his eyes to the velvet moon. His pale expression, stepping back a bit. Her uncertainty on his behavior, seeing him scowling at her.

"It can't be. Lord Hades, did you really free this one...?"

"I have no words to share. No matter, I will allow you to flee." Her calm tone.

"No, I cannot run now." Swinging out his arm.

"What do you mean?" her hand on her waist.

"Never mind that. Call me Isarus, a messenger of Hades."

The shifting tides, a grand foe before her. A valuable piece to Hades, an individual underneath the Dark Lord. Her serious expression, feeling his increasing pressure. His spilling malice, tearing away at the surrounding demons.

The lion fading away, their darkness flowing into the body of the fiend. Negativity concentrating around him, shortly revealing his true state. The monster's dark armor, twin horns on him. His long black blade, old symbols along it.

"It is better that I eliminate you now. Come, you have nowhere to go." Sweeping his blade across the land.

One from the shadows before him, a person existing underneath the velvet moon. A heart not stopping, feverishly pursuing her path. A dark wave rushing at her, crashing against the maiden. Cyra enduring it, her sharp vision on her foe. Two quickly dashing forward, their connecting blades. Pushing against one another, holding their ground.

"To think you can still maintain this much power. I am quite impressed." His mild tone.

"If you mean from when I was split into two, then yes, I have to agree."

Pulling away from him, her pursuing foe. These two clashing beings, their collisions shaking the area. Rushing behind him, powerfully striking down. Her crushing blow against him, the incubus hitting the ground from afar. Pressing his hand against the land, pushing himself up to his feet. His sharp vision on her, darkness wildly surging from him.

"It appears you do not remember, and I will keep it that way." His serious vision on her.

"There is a lot I do not remember, what can he be referring to...?" her unease.

Shadows shrouding her, memories eluding her. Someone seeking after them for a long time, falling into the anguish in her depths. The dusk feeling familiar to her, that bleeding moon bringing her closer towards it. Her enemy rushing forward, shredding the land in his malice.

Emerging out of the darkness above her, his sword over his shoulder. Holding her ground, her enemy striking down. His harsh collision into her blade, breaking her stance, sending her flying across the field. Cyra sliding against the earth, pressing her hand on the land. Stopping her direction, shortly flipping to her feet.

"If you know anything, then tell me." Directing her sword at him.

"No, I'd rather not risk it. You are better off dead not knowing anything." Aiming his sword at her.

Her uncertainty on his words, these gripping feelings. Following along its line, walking down her dark path. Sentiments grabbing at her for years, the maiden wishing to unravel its mysteries. The young woman running in the abyss, keeping her eye on the slim light.

Her foe bursting through the field, shredding the area in his malice. Meeting his action, piercing his line. These two colliding individuals, their great force against one another. Isarus rushing away, watching her race after him.

Both connecting their weapons, deflecting the other's strikes. Cyra instantly moving behind him, the incubus catching her action. Closing in the distance, surrounding her in blackness. Her unease, seeing his sharp look into her eyes.

"If only you regained a bit more of your power. This is where we part, Cyra." His solemn tone.

Her hasty heart, feeling his approaching assault. The young woman standing in the abyss, dark walls closing in around her. Lowering her head, a voice echoing through her. Slowly looking ahead, seeing a deep shadow. That force lunging at her, blanketing her in its warmth.

The compressing assault, shortly harshly exploding. Withstanding the powerful force, the maiden sliding back on her feet. Blood streaming down her body, negativity harshly burning from her.

The incubus' shaking eyes, watching her rush ahead. The maiden piercing through him, shattering his guard, immediately throwing her sword into the air. Leaping high, grabbing its hilt.

These powerfully flowing sentiments within her, malice strongly emitting from her. Descending on her foe, crashing her sword through his back, pinning her target to the ground. Unleashing a great force, shattering the earth, tearing away at her foe.

Her lessening pressure, these swirling emotions within her. Her attention on his words, wondering on its meaning. The maiden soon standing, removing her sword from Isarus. Her mind on his knowledge, yet something else to deal with at the moment.

Shifting her vision to the gate, positioning her arms in a thinking posture. Needing a way into it, an idea to her mind. Looking to the lifeless incubus. The young woman kneeling to him, searching for an item.

"I guess this would be too easy if he did have an item to get in. I wonder if I can break down the gate..." Her uncertainty.

Rising to her feet, her eyes ahead. The young woman approaching the gate, her sword in hand. Blood dripping from it, her attention on the messenger's words. Shortly pushing it out of mind, rushing forward.

Crashing her blade into the object, a powerful barrier spilling out, repelling her attack. A great force pushing her away, the maiden sliding back on her feet. Taking a moment to gather herself, shaking off the shock. Cyra putting away her weapon, folding her arms.

"Hades no doubt put this barrier in place to keep me out. If I can find my weapon, then I can shatter it." Unease from her.

A sigh leaving her, her disappointment at the discovery. An individual requiring her staff, a shield keeping her out. Feeling the flowing breeze against her, the intensifying dusk. The maiden uncertainly looking to her left, then to her right.

An endless night, monsters lurking everywhere. Support not with her, one pushing against the tides. Walking down her dark road, someone believing in the smallest chance.

"I cannot tell which direction my weapon is...and Rose...she is moving around quite a lot, so it is likely she has not found it as well." Her hand to her chest.

That is something too precious to give up. That is something you cannot have, Rose.

A gift from a precious companion, the maiden desiring for it. This feeling inside of her, refusing to give it up. Keeping her experiences with her, the messenger's words with her. Turning to her left, walking onward.

Someone continuously pressing forward, no matter the morrow. Enduring the hopeless night, her burning determination. An individual diving into the deepest of darkness, reaching after the small light. An old fire igniting within her, her deep resolve to oppose.

I wonder, will this night provide me with the answers I seek? I will gather the pieces of my soul, and unravel the mysteries from my past. My mistake led to something of worth, but I will right this wrong as well.