Despair clawing away at the soul, the terrifying night underneath the bleeding light. Mysteries within its depths, hazy events from the past. A curse in the dusk, signaling one in the darkness. Desires existing in the depths of the abyss, an individual from old slowly returning. A will continuously flowing onward, withstanding great sorrow.

Far underground, below the castle. Through a dungeon, a man standing in front of a gate sighing, casually shrugging. A person wearing crimson armor, the lion's sigil on it. His attention on his right hand, sternly looking at it.

"You stole everything from me...even if this night must be eternal, I will reach for the nigh impossible..." His distant vision

Rage filling his heart, sins staining his soul. A man yearning for what is within, powerfully pushing onward in his path. A guiding force from long ago, their heart guiding many.

The person looking ahead, opening the gate. A blinding light stretching through, his certain vision. Shortly moving onward, heading down his direction.

The closing path, soon finding himself in a room distant from the rest. Statues of Four Generals along the walls, mighty entities underneath the Lord of Darkness, these great Accursed's.

One from the past sealing them away, their wills binding in the shadows. The man's eyes to the center of the room, looking at a deity in a seal, that massive pentagram.

Frustration from the Dark Lord, the dragon's boiling blood. Their black scales, scraping their tail along the ground. His fangs in view, acid dripping below, steam rising from the floor.

"I can feel that angel's presence..." His sharp tone.

An entity close to his desire, a miscalculation locking him in this situation. Someone protecting the angel, stripping away his chance. An individual diving into the farthest abyss, desperately trying to reach another.

Hades shifting his attention to the man, watching them walk forward. The person's brown hair, soon pushing it back a bit. His burning desire, running after his goal.

"Richter, you came at a good time." The Dark Lord's satisfaction.

"Oh? Have I now?" folding his arms, standing before the dragon.

A god offering the former knight a way to achieve their goal, that man believing in the Lord of Darkness' power. Their efforts together, both wishing to gain something for themselves.

Two not caring about their methods, their hearts selfishly guiding their way, embracing their sentiments. Richter enduring his crushing despair, shining his will forward.

"Indeed you have, that angel Rose really made a mess of things." The serious dragon.

"Hm? How so?" Richter positioning his arms in a thinking posture.

"The King who was felled by her. Anyway, I need you to awaken the Four Generals." Hades instructing.

Hades four great servants, their souls binding in a prison. A chance for them to come to light, his mind on the extreme situation, this worsening dusk. A critical threat roaming in the night, needing to break the shackles on a few.

"Have things really become so dire, sire?" Richter lowering his arms.

"Yes, it has...I need that King's body. Raiser, he holds an ancient power deep within him. If I can get that body...if I can get that power, then there will be no force that can stop me." The Lord of Darkness scraping his claw against the land.

An old power in the late king, their body no more. A solution existing to remedy the problem, Hades mind on restoring it. A dragon willing to crush those beneath him, his unrest at the one out there. The former knight's eyes on the beast, noting the trouble.

"Are you concerned about some threat?" Richter's hand on his waist.

"There is another angel in a weakened state, have the generals dispatch of her before her power develops. Though more importantly, restore Raiser's body, and bring it to me." Hades slamming his tail against the ground.

"A rather simple task sire, I will get right on it." Richter bowing.

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Someone able to rival the Dark Lord, an interesting detail to Richter. Shortly standing straight, the man turning from Hades. Some missing pieces, a task in his hands. The person soon shrugging, that sighing former knight. Knowledge to his mind, a way to benefit himself.

"An enemy giving Hades cold feet, interesting." Richter's hand to his chin.

An angel in the depressing night, one half of a whole. Great potential in her, someone unable to draw out her true power. A being giving Hades cold feet, the moon turning red upon her reveal. Dreadful sentiments clawing away at the Dark Lord, his unrestful heart.

Richter taking caution, soon heading onward. The night growing more unsettling, devils roaming in the garden. Their attention on one, refusing to bend to them. Some passing time, the young woman wandering into this place.

All paths leading to the same direction, this large maze. Shortly making her way to the fountain, standing in front of it. Her eyes on the falling water, seeing it reflect the doubt in her. The dusk becoming more severe with each passing hour, an entity not making any progress.

I can feel its power...but...it seems to be inside the castle. How can I enter into the castle...?

A question plaguing her mind, the person wondering on a way forward. Her former power outside of her hands, someone unable to penetrate the shield without her staff. Hades secluding himself inside, her weapon within the castle. Carefully thinking, soon coming to a possible solution.

"Wait a moment...this is a castle...which means there should be an alternative entrance." Her vision slightly to her side.

Positioning her arms in a thinking posture, carefully trailing the area around her. A castle having multiple paths for emergencies, certain passages not easily accessible. The maiden's increasing suspicion, moving along her surroundings, identifying points of interest.

"If I am correct, this barrier only prevents those from above from entering. Though, proceeding from below is a whole other story."

Feeling the chilling breeze against her, hearing sounds in the night. An approaching presence, the thickening air. Cyra glancing behind, seeing an atrocity in the shadows. Facing in the direction, aiming her sword at the fiend. Her cold vision on them, a demon concealing himself in the darkness.

"My, I must say, I am impressed you were able to discover me so easily." Clapping from them.

"Vampire, reveal yourself." Her sharp tone.

"Very well, I suppose I owe you that much."

Stepping out of the shadows, revealing himself to her. A vampire in a noble fashion, someone black from top to bottom, his fangs in view. Monstrosities thriving in the night, one of many in the insanity. Their eyes meeting with the other, Cyra's serious vision on him. A person forcing against the harsh tides, facing her obstacles.

"Rest easy angel, I have no interest to do battle." Turning from her, looking into the velvet moon.

"If not, then why are you trailing me?" slightly lowering her weapon.

"Even a vampire likes the daylight now and then." Glancing back to her.

"I do not follow."

A strange fiend not wishing for battle, the maiden's high alert. An opportunity for devils aiming for her in her weak state, her countless experiences over her years. Enemies pushing many fronts, trying to gain the upper hand. The vampire standing there, his light expression. His mind on an individual steadily returning, a moon cursing innumerable in its red light, acknowledging the presence of one.

"I came to warn you, even I like the daylight as I said." Turning to her, look at her a bit more seriously.

"Warn me you say?" completely lowering her weapon.

"I'm aware you are looking for a certain artifact, find it quickly." Some urgency in his voice.

A devil aware about her weapon, his strange tone to her, seeing the desperation in his eyes. A fiend not a threat to her, her attention on that matter. Two thinking about the dire situation, a staff able to shift the tides. Someone in the demon's mind, an entity able to turn the smallest chance into a reality. That ferocious person seeking after what is inside, feverishly unleashing their resolve.

"I am afraid the Four Generals will be summoned to this world."

Her quickly beating chest, this grave situation on her. The vampire's unease, four mighty servants coming into reality. A great being sealing them away long ago, that one residing in the deepest abyss. A way to combat the problem, an angel holding the possibility in her hands. The demon feeling her hesitancy, needing her to overcome it.

"In your current state, I doubt you can win. Stay low until you find that weapon." Folding his arms.

"What is Hades planning?" putting away her blade.

"A world existing apart from the Nine Worlds, where he can freely rule for all eternity, him and his demons. A place of only chaos. To be honest, that is way too much of a hassle. I rather not be looking over my shoulder wondering who will try to kill or rob me next." Propping his arms behind his head.

"I see, you are merely concerned about your own hide." Her hand on her waist.

"Pretty much, at least this way we can come to an agreement." Brightly smiling at her.

A pleasant person reminding her of another, this innocence in the dusk, appreciating her encounter with him. Monsters around every corner, one constantly fighting. An immense weight slowly crushing down on her, a wrong heavily pressing on her heart.

Something more existing within her, that bleeding moon containing its secrets. A small chance with her, her desire to grasp her memories, yet fearing the past. The maiden pushing onward, no matter of the sorrows.

"Anyway—" the vampire turning, lowering his arms to his side.

"—I'm gonna go take a nap." That one heading off, stretching in the night.

The Four Generals...at a time like this. Hades...Rose...and them. I have no reinforcements...what am I to do...? What would he do...?

Her vision to the velvet moon, deeply thinking on her situation. Her old friend not with her, the Dark Lord drawing closer to his goal. This dusk overtaking hope, shining down its dreadful light.

Gazing at the object, this reflecting the agony deep within her. The maiden feeling it, these sentiments desiring to come free. Her flowing memories, emotions far inside.