One born underneath the crimson moon, sadness over the years. Two close hearts, innocence in a lawless realm. Hatred consuming her, the never ending conflict. A demon desiring for what is within, shouting her soul.
Over the chilling lands, death plaguing its distance. Many wandering souls, an endless battle. Bodies piling on each other, terrains in shambles. Hades vast influence, a great force on the few. Devils surrounding the maiden and her squad, her mind on protecting her companions.
"We're surrounded!" Martha's urgent voice.
Sinister enemies, their ill forms. Some undead, many beasts concealing in the thick fog. A terrible situation, eyes trailing them, their hasty hearts. That maiden running along her path, her hand towards the faint light.
Concerning with her friends, their lives in her hands. Her attention around her, seeing the salivating fiends. This trap on them, a horrible war zone. A sharp scent, her certain path. Nearing her goal, stepping forward.
"Kain! Take everyone away from here at once, keep moving ahead!" glancing back, her serious gaze.
"Are you crazy?! There are way too many!" Kain looking to her in shock.
Those above intruding on happiness, lives no more than commodities in a losing war. A few yearning for freedom, racing after the nigh impossible. This slight chance with them, their hand towards it.
This severe situation on them, the maiden's dangerous gamble. Her resolve from old, opposing her enemies, rising to her challenge. Foes around them, her eyes on the road ahead.
"That is an order! I will take their attention!" Cyra swinging out her arm.
Following along an endless stream, falling into despair. Sinking beneath its depths, hands pulling her to the surface. These warm feelings to her, cherishing her friends.
Selfishness guiding her way, her will to push onward. Kain disliking the plan, yet conceding to her, putting his trust in her. His churning stomach, not wishing to leave her behind.
"Argh...dammit...! Fine! But you better live!" reluctantly agreeing.
Her hazy memories, lives in her hands. Cherishing them, a family to her. Their currently grim situation, enemies around them. A horrifying battlefield, those binding to this actuality.
This familiar feeling to her, the young woman despising it. Faintly smiling, appreciating her companions. Wanting to protect them, taking this burden on herself, reaching for the smallest chance.
"Of course, I do not plan to die just yet." Her hand on her waist.
Flowing feelings, her igniting sentiments. Emotions at her depths, these rising to the surface. Blackness surrounding her, her great pressure. Numerous feeling her display, her blade above. Darkness shooting high, shifting into a pure light.
Alarming her enemies, this clear threat to them. Foes circling her, unable to allow her survival. That mesmerizing light washing over the field, wrapping everyone in a dark embrace. A moment to act, Kain directing his friends away from the battle.
"Maria..." Martha worryingly holding her hand to her chest.
Cherishing her friends, embracing these growing sentiments. Those close to her risking their lives, an enormous gamble on them. Taking it on herself, guiding them towards their freedom. Racing after the mysteries from her past, that small light leading her way.
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Those trailing shadowy hands, the maiden refusing to remain silent. Devils surrounding her, these great odds against her. Martha wondering on her, someone opposing reason. Her never dying resolve, an entity moving to the surface, revealing in this grim situation.
"Don't worry about her, she will be fine." Rick assuring her.
Her foggy memories, a certain belief still within the young woman. Light in the deepest of darkness, continuously holding onto this. Resisting the harsh tides, forcing against it. Ripping away the shadowy hands, running to her past.
Enemies around her, the entity despising every moment. Her hatred for the battlefield, needing to push onward. Constantly rising to her challenge, these vast numbers. Kain directing his friends ahead, Emily looking back, the maiden aiming her blade at countless. Those many foes, their worrying vision.
"How can you be so sure?" Emily's unease.
"I just know." Rick smiling at her.
Those walking along the black abyss, these endlessly streaming lines. Cherishing her friends, refusing to fail them. Her ceasing movements, enemies blocking her way. Their thickening negativity, crushing the surroundings.
Locking onto her, unleashing their darkness on the young woman. Her heightening senses, these slow attacks to her. Adjusting her footing, stepping to her right, malice shooting past her shoulder. Slightly ducking, avoiding the next. Immediately following up, moving to her left, dodging another assault.
Continuously avoiding the malicious energies, these shortly compressing attacks. Rapidly building, assaults reacting to each other. Violently exploding, tearing apart the area, rocks flying above. Demons gazing onward, smoke spreading everywhere.
Their attention on a figure within it, the maiden emerging out of it, rendering her elbow into a devil's face. Her guiding feelings, someone finding the tiniest chance. Never relenting, red liquid streaming down the side of her head.
Her stunning impact, spilling their blood on the ground. An alarming situation, instantly resuming their attacks on her. Malefic waves rushing at her, her vision trailing it.
Reaching forward, grabbing the demon's head. Throwing it in the way, blackness harshly exploding. Smoke rising above, the surroundings breaking apart.
Enemies looking onward, fear in their eyes. Once living a pleasant life, everything slipping out of her hands. Her existence in bondage, her silence for a long time. No longer willing to endure, ripping apart her shackles.
Her years of anguish, her memories not with her. These sentiments leading her, her foes feeling it. Adjusting her footing, immediately vanishing. Appearing behind a siren, shocking her opponent.
An enemy unable to react, her nearing blade. Connecting at their waist, severing her enemy in half. The falling corpse, blood soaking the land. The increasing pressure, the maiden meeting its force.
The clearing smoke, those witnessing their comrade on the earth. Their attention on her, her unusual malice to them. Noting it, angels not possessing this power.
Their shaking bodies, a dragon growling at her, shortly harshly roaring at her. Her sharp crimson eyes, striking fear into her foes. A dangerous individual, her reflecting resolve from old.
"Even if there are countless, the result will remain the same." Her cold tone on them.
An entity once living free, her crumbling life. Her silence for a long time, those tormenting emotions. Carrying ill sentiments for many years, sweeping away in the harsh tides.
Eventually refusing to remain quiet, pushing forward towards her deepest desire. Wanting to grasp them, closing in on her goal, everything slipping away.
Her currently hazy memories, sentiments guiding her onward. Blackness revealing from her, demons fearing her. Her paralyzing gaze on them, growing terror from her foes. Someone needing to find one, a young woman forcing against her challenge.
"Run with your tails between your legs, this is your only warning." Standing on her side, directing her blade at her enemies.
A person residing at the depths, displaying her old resolve. Shaking her foes, her great desires leading her forward. One able to resist, constantly pushing ahead. Her hatred for battle, these never dying feelings with her.
Demons not doubting her, someone enduring their attacks, an individual harshly countering them. Those enemies shortly pulling away, her attention on the scattering foes.
"I best make haste..." Unease from her.
Many piling bodies, blood sharply to her senses. Rubble everywhere, this pitiful sight to her. A cruel war, her displeasure in it. Running down her dark path, her purpose to push ahead. Deities binding them, stripping away their freedom. Her will to oppose, a person refusing to fall.
Walking onward, shortly putting away her sword, hoping for her companions safety. Moving down the abyss, her vision on the faint light. One residing at the end, their hand to her, the maiden unable to clarify the image. Racing along the length, her hand towards them.