A world of beginnings, life eventually breathing into them. Moving deeper within, enemies in this place. Helheim's chilling dark clouds above, many lifeless demons below. Following their commander's guidance, a terrible instance coming.
Kain lying on his back on the ground, blood pooling around him, his trembling gaze. Hearing Lust's whip crashing against the land, their irritating laughter. Steadily turning his head, seeing brutality on his comrades.
His painful vision, unable to do anything. Rick in two halves, Martha in pieces. A fiend relishing in their agony, a monstrous individual. That soldier's attention on Emily, seeing her on her knees. Her great fear, her shaking body, a devil holding a blade to her neck.
"S—stop this...!" Kain struggling.
Understanding the high risk, a group cherishing each other, proceeding together. Everyone wanting a better tomorrow, following their commander's instructions. A few encountering a horrific monster, everything falling apart.
A man not able to move, another moments away from her demise. His deep frustration, his crying soul. Lust standing before him, their proud smug, gazing down at the soldier. The chuckling fiend, this tormenting sound.
"I want you to watch this heh heh." Lust devilishly smiling.
These chilling words, the man's hasty heart. A foe taking delight in others suffering, this never ending cruelty. Kain's unease, horror in Emily's eyes. Her arms binding behind her back, chains keeping her down. Pleading within, her mind on the maiden.
Their close bond, wishing for more time together. The enemy's swift strike, cleaving her head from her. Her collapsing body, that lifeless corpse, blood pooling around. A bright individual, someone sharing her sentiments. Wanting everyone together, her reality turning upside down.
"E—Emily...!"
An innocent hand, a person fearing the battlefield. Deities forcing her into it, a way out existing with another. Acting on a small chance, containing her unease. Assisting in her own way, following her commander's guidance.
Kain's deep anger, glaring at Lust. A pointless end, not impeding their path. A monster relishing in the agony of others, someone tearing apart his family. One still remaining, a man placing his faith in them.
"Y—you...! You have no idea of the hell you just brought upon yourself...!" Kain's hateful voice.
Admiring one, someone racing in the black abyss. A faint light on the path, her hand reaching towards it. An individual secluding herself, yet sharing in their joy at times. Her strange capabilities, a person connecting their bonds.
Witnessing a sinister force inside of her, hope shining in her presence. An uncertain mixture, his awareness on something more. Turning from the angel, the devil shrugging. Laughter from the fiend, shortly walking away. A family in shambles, one remaining to carry the torch.
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"Hell? Hah! How funny, ah...it does fill me with much joy killing something." The fiend shaking his head in disbelief.
A soldier unable to do anything, his deep frustrations. A foe brutalizing their enemies, this bloody battlefield. An error from the man, his action leading his friends down a horrible path. His great dread, his deep guilt.
One entrusting their safety to him, someone standing against a vast threat. His distant eyes to the dark cloudy sky, rain soon falling below. The liquid hitting the surface, washing away the crimson substance. Its sharp stench, the heavy air.
"Maria...I—I'm sorry..."
A single life within the quiet field, the cold surroundings. The man's aching body, an hour going by. Cyra entering, her eyes on the many corpses. Unease from her, soon recognizing her friends amongst the madness. Her trembling gaze, walking towards Emily. Shortly residing there, her dreadful vision.
Fear still in the pure one, the young woman kneeling to her companion. Placing her hand over the person's head, their body nearby. Closing the individual's eyes, her frustrations inside. Lowering her head, the maiden containing her grief. Those following her orders, a chance towards freedom. Seeking after it, yearning for the smallest chance.
"Emily..." Her depressing voice.
The rain stabbing at her, a family in ruin. Each sharing a similar goal, putting their lives on the line. Death claiming them, this brutality on them. Rising from the land, feeling the pouring liquid from above. Blood mixing in its smell, this sickening stench.
Her attention shifting to Rick, the man in two halves. Moving to him, shortly standing there, her sorrowful vision. Wanting something else, those escaping their captors. Trying to grasp their own lives, everything slipping out of their hands.
"Rick...I..."
Her frustratingly shaking fists, her companions following her direction. Her desire to unravel her past, this will to oppose within her. Silencing her foes, racing after her friends. Coming upon a terrible sight, her tormenting agony. Steadily continuing, finding herself in front of Martha.
That one in pieces, this atrocious end. Rage filling the young woman, her rising sentiments. Images still in her mind, her friends happiness with each other. Her aching heart, clenching her chest.
"Who...did this to you...? Martha...forgive me..." Her dreadful apology.
Her lonely abyss, a few coming in, their gentle hand to her. Pulling her onward, leading her down a road of light. A family to her, their meaningful presence. Her desire to be free, wanting to bring them along in it.
Gods dictating their existence, everyone risking their lives to escape. The young woman noticing slight movements, shortly facing the direction. Kain on his back from afar, one still alive. Racing to him, her hasty heart.
"Kain!" Cyra kneeling to him.
His pitiful state, the cold stabbing rain on them. Resisting his pain, waiting for her arrival. A powerful enemy, everything falling part. Their echoing laugh, a man pleading for them to stop. A foe brutalizing his family, his boiling hatred.
His gaze to the maiden, shame coming over him. Unable to do more, someone failing to carry out his task. A person guiding others, death claiming those to his heart.
"M—Maria...I—I'm so sorry..." His weak voice.
"No...I...I should have never brought you all here..." Lowering her head.
An opportunity in her hands, the young woman selfishly pursuing her path. Seeking freedom, wishing to free her wings. Involving others, those precious individuals. Their bright personalities, their high faith in her.
Hope filling their hearts, believing in her possibility. A small chance to them, a few standing with her. The maiden assuring him, a man doing his best. Acknowledging her fault, someone failing to direct her squad.
"Maria...beware of...the Accursed, Lust..." Kain warning her.
"Lust...?" his words catching her attention.