A sinister smile branding in his mind, that echoing voice in his head. His quickly beating heart, despair filling him. A monstrous devil, his deep frustrations. His tiring body, one still remaining.
A man's belief in the maiden, witnessing her capabilities. His awareness on something else, betting on the mystery within her. One from old returning to the living, someone trying to unravel her past, reaching for the light at the end of this nightmare.
"He's...battle-crazed. He did all of this...for fun..."
"Fun...? You mean...everyone lost their lives for nothing...?" lowering her head, resentment in her eyes.
A foe craving blood, spilling her family's own in this dreadful area. Her boiling hatred, the maiden wanting to find them. Atrocities on the battlefield, its never ending cycle.
Her comrades no more, one still with her. His horrible state, the young woman carrying this weight. Her heavy heart, withstanding the scent around. Everything instantly flipping, yearning for everyone to be together.
"M—Maria..." Kain weakly raising a hand to her.
Racing down his path, reaching for the slimmest light. Enemies blocking his way, a man unable to guide his friends to safety. Trying to hold on, waiting for his commander. Witnessing her display, believing in her possibility.
The young woman gripping his hand, her painful vision on him. The sad rain stabbing down, their eyes on one another. A sinister presence within her, that man feeling its comforting embrace.
"I remember...a bit about my past..." His gentle voice to her.
"And...what do you remember...?" her hesitant tone, lowering her head.
"I had...a family..." Kain looking above.
Feeling the sharp cold liquid on him, his other hand to the sky. The maiden hearing this, her slightly widening vision. His slipping life, someone remembering a bit of his past. Those sharing a goal, companions close like family.
Deities stripping away their memories, a few racing towards their freedom. Believing in a better tomorrow, those precious individuals putting their faith in their leader. Her welling sorrow, her aching heart.
"A wonderful wife...and son. Those gods...took me away from them...to fight in this war. Hey...their names are Ellis Roswell...and Gen Roswell, if you ever meet them...tell them. I'm sorry that I could not make it back..." Tears to his eyes.
These memories to him, his echoing screams. One confronting him, binding him in chains. Extracting his soul, pulling him away from his family. Their crying voices, pleading on deaf ears.
A god reforming him, taking away his past. That enemy, an entity manipulating time. This horror with him, yet one still remaining. Gazing at his commander, placing his other hand over her own. Betting on the secrets within her, this black warmth.
"M—Maria...please...find a way...to stop those damned gods. Remember...you have to try and remember who you are..." His desperate tone.
A way to break free, betting on the tiniest possibility. That shining hope in the darkness, someone with great potential in the shadows. His hand growing weaker, a man wanting her to succeed.
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The answer resting in her past, someone needing to find the reason behind her lingering feelings. Following its path, seeking after her deepest desire. Her surrounding blackness, her uncertainty on her direction. Their small time together, laughters to her mind. A solider raising everyone's morale, tears to her eyes.
"Hey...if we do meet again, let's catch a drink sometime..." Weakly smiling at her.
Wanting her family together, this cruelty on them. Their hearts running towards a brighter tomorrow, a terrible tragedy descending. A few believing in their commander, stifling their fears.
Coming close, everything slipping away from them. Her boiling anger, her high emotions. These pleasant individuals, her blissful experiences with them, her selfishness leading to their ends.
"Okay...it is a deal..." The maiden forcing a grin.
Her awareness on the risk, pushing onward in her path. A few putting their hopes and dreams in her hands, a friend carrying the torch. The young woman watching his fading life, his slowly closing eyes. His loosening grip, this dreadful feeling coming over her.
Lowering her head, a tear falling, immediately washing away with the descending rain. Her companions no more, only herself remaining. Those going far, betting everything. One reclaiming some of his memories, pleading to his commander.
I promise...I will bring meaning to your ends. I will carry your hopes and dreams, and one day I will kill those gods...
A few seeking the endless sky, nearing their goal. Everything slipping away from them, this horrific area. The young woman's brewing anger, her agonizing heart. Rising to her feet, gazing down at her friend. A smile on his face, someone putting his faith in her.
Her attention above, feeling the water stabbing down at her. The maiden standing in a lonely abyss, her companions bodies around her. Reaching her hand high, closing it into a fist, shortly lowering it.
Her eyes ahead on the slim light, walking towards the end of this nightmare. Across the terrible land, malice plaguing a decaying forest. The chilling surroundings, ice coating the area. Many wandering souls, their screaming voices.
The Lord of Darkness looking at a projection, seeing Cyra. Her long blonde hair, those crimson eyes. Gold armor on her, her noble crimson cape reaching down from the lower half of her back. Lust beside the dragon, his whip trailing along the ground.
"There is an angel, someone head out there and kill her already." Lust looking around.
"Delay that order. She is merely a novice and nothing more, we should not risk our ambush simply because a foolish angel wanders into our territory." Hades calmly interrupting, turning from him.
"You sure, sire?" facing the Dark Lord.
"I am certain she is of no threat to me, but you can do as you like, just do not blow our cover." Glancing back to the Accursed.
"Meh, I'm not feeling it today, she's no trouble like you said." Lust shrugging.
An old entity lurking around them, secrets residing inside of her. Those unaware, a sinister force existing within her. Her black path, the young woman wandering in loneliness, seeking after her deepest desire.
Memories not with her, reaching after a slim light. A cruel end on her allies, her despairing heart. Something strange catching the Dark Lord's attention, an angel's dying words. His long tail grinding against the land, his careful gaze.
"Lust, that angel you left out there. Did he say anything of relevance?" Hades facing him, looking down at the Accursed.
"He said something about not knowing of the hell I brought upon myself. Just some words from a dying bird." Lust shrugging.
His eyes on the maiden, her low morale. Someone forcing forward, scattering many parts of her enemies. Heavy explosions, enduring the assaults. Breaking through her foes, her sounding soul.
Thinking on Lust's message, the dragon clawing into the ground. A calamity on the worlds, others not knowing about her. Words from a dying man, some worth in it. A person secluding herself at times, someone trying to survive.
"She has some talent, but no more than that. She is of no concern to me." Hades calmly looking above.
One from old, few aware of her. Someone feverishly pursuing her goal, a devil clashing against a grand foe. Constantly pursuing her direction, refusing to relent.
Her presence on the battlefield, these freezing lands, the scattering rubble. Ridges about, some crumbling parts. Her deep hatred, a familiar blackness within her. Her tormenting agony, the maiden pushing forward, needing to meet one.
This feeling in me...familiar it is. Loss...despair. Everyone...I will find your murderer, and have him begging at my feet before his execution...