Darkness descending once more, someone selfishly pushing onward. An individual clashing against her enemies, constantly rising to her challenges. Countless sins staining her, a person committing atrocities.
A demon driving the realms to the brink of ruin, that entity performing a miracle in the end. Her still flowing sentiments, continuously resisting the harsh tides. The young woman enduring cruelty, eventually escaping a pursuing deity.
Far above the worlds, a plane distant from the rest. Chains connecting floating platforms, an old gate stretching tall. Passing its barrier, a civilization revealing inside. Many about, uncertainty from them.
Their growing unrest, a war weighing on them. That palace to the back, Odin sitting on his seat in the throne room. His vision ahead, soon seeing the opening door. Chronos on the other end, the All-Father's unease by those eyes.
Two old friends together again, the god failing his mission. Chronos moving onward, the surrounding deities eyes on him. Relief from Freya, the young woman connecting the line.
One able to bring back the supreme deity, his loss many years prior crushing him. Someone trying to free his companion, diving into the abyss. Everything slipping away from him, those shadowy hands restraining him.
Unable to forget her words, a person showing him more. Believing himself to have an edge, an entity born from pure energy. That maiden rising to her challenges, showing him limitless possibilities.
The god of time shortly before Odin, this unnerving situation. Glancing to the other deities, Freya's strange behavior to his attention, soon putting it out of mind for the moment.
"Apologies, I failed to kill Fenrir. He also assisted in her escape, buying enough time for her to reunite with Valor." Chronos' frustration.
A demon's soft heart, someone able to wrap others in her warmth. Her actions years ago, unifying everyone towards a single push. Washing them in her light, carrying their hopes and dreams.
This person gaining the hound's support, a ferocious beast aiding in her escape. The All-Father's eyes on his surroundings, the quality carpet to his seat, those many statues along the walls.
His mind on the grim situation, actions over his years, everything to his belief. A devil reuniting with her old friend, his uncertainty on the repercussions. Her memories in a seal, Ultima binding to it.
An individual willing to push onward, opposing her enemies in feverish frenzy, countless falling to her hands. An entity constantly seeking her desires, this calamity on the worlds.
"The Bringer of Demise...there is no telling of the chaos that can ensue now. Valor will let his bond with her cloud his judgment." Odin positioning his arms in a thinking posture, his vision ahead.
Close friends cherishing one another, a deity protecting the NetherWorld. Someone hoping for a miracle, his old friend living there. Her messy memories in the past, that god descending in a time of crisis, bringing her back to her senses. Following her in a black abyss, diving further.
Screaming out to her, trying to reach her. These never changing sentiments, two hearts eternally connecting. Freya's attention to the All-Father, a person steadying herself. The slow return of the demon of all demons, an individual proceeding as themselves.
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"Lord Odin, might I suggest a joint effort then?" Freya bringing this to his attention.
A devil's efforts from the past, someone opposing the weapon of the gods. Wrapping others in her warmth, setting forward a path towards tomorrow. A person reaching for the smallest chance, eventually granting a miracle.
This losing war, needing that resolve from old. These severe troubles, the young woman able to clash against enemies far above herself. That goddess' uncertainty on the outcome, an entity betting on the maiden's possibilities.
"I suppose so, but Valor will not be an easy one to convince." Odin looking ahead to the gods.
Two meeting long ago underneath a tree, an unlikely bond between a demon and god. Both appreciating one another, defending each other. Their continuous separations, yet constantly reuniting, tackling their challenges together.
One walking in darkness, another following behind her. A message to the All-Father, an image never leaving his mind. Freya witnessing the once supreme god's fall, a faithful friend always stepping in for the young woman.
"Right, but I can talk to him, he will listen to me." Freya assuring Odin.
A goddess' efforts freeing the maiden, a person staying in the shadows. Steadily moving towards the end of her nightmare, playing her role for now. Someone waiting for the right time, everything slipping away long ago. A deity meeting one from the land, this individual spending his time elsewhere.
Freya respecting him, her increasing sentiments in those times. Acknowledging his direction, stifling her emotions. The deities attention on one another, little time with them. Requiring the Bringer of Demise's cooperation, risking a chance of ruin.
"Very well, I will leave this to your care then." Odin agreeing, his hand to his chin.
"The heart always finds its way back. Lord Odin, you underestimate your opponents. However, worry naught, I will put things back on course." Freya's hand to her chest.
Her meeting with the young woman, witnessing their two sides. Innocence and malice, both reflecting from one. That miracle long ago, a goddess repaying her debt. Withstanding her frustrations, having to contain these feelings. A grateful individual to Valor, never forgetting his actions.
A god refusing to let go of his old friend, eternally running after a demon. Seeing a way to bring him back, Freya acting on it. The All-Father aware on the goddess's words, two from different worlds constantly finding their way back to the other. Seeing it himself, those old events still with him.
"Maybe you are right, but there is still a way to use her to win this war. Freya, I am relying on you for this." Odin looking to her.
"Leave everything to me, Lord Odin." Bowing to him.
A goddess doing her best, moving another part into place. Aiding a valuable one, risking her safety in this gamble. Someone learning much from a devil, a message eternally within her, light existing in the deepest of darkness.
A person breaking down boundaries, shouting her soul. At the current moment, far below. Through the chilling lands, many crying souls, bodies in pieces. Blood staining the land and air, rubble everywhere.
Along the rocky terrain, two companions on a rest. Their visions on the massacre, this enormous war in Helheim. Each proceeding in their own way, circumstances dictating others position. The maiden glancing to the deity, this familiar individual to her.
Blackness around her, mirrors walling her. Unable to clarify the memories, shortly shifting her attention to that blurry one ahead of her, wondering on them. The god facing her, a person happy to see the young woman again.
"You seem a bit too familiar." Suspiciously positioning her arms in a thinking posture.
"Haha? Sorry-sorry. I just thought maybe there is more to you than meets the eye. The gods must have had a reason to bring you into this war." Partially lying, looking to the sky above.
"Wish I knew myself." Uncertainly looking away.
A sharp person, someone continuously pushing ahead. Fragments from her memories, these pieces guiding her forward, an individual desiring for her past. This warm presence in front of her, his actions towards her.
The young woman coming far, losing much in the process. Walking along her dark road, a faint light along her black path. Her moving feet, racing after it in the abyss. A person from afar, unable to clear their image.
These swelling sentiments within her, her deep frustration. Containing them for now, facing away from him. Gripping her upper arm, slightly looking away.
"I never thought I would see you again. That is just like you, always showing up when I thought I had lost you. For now, it is best to proceed in stages..." Turning from the maiden, his sad eyes.