Some passing time, ironing out their plan. Night coming, that crimson light shining down. Making their way to the cathedral, two in the shadows. That woman setting off an explosion, this alarming others. Spreading fire, smoke filling the area. Some looking out the window, guards on the scene. Intensifying flames, engulfing them in its harshness. Echoing screams, burning away at their flesh. Glancing to her friends, nodding her approval. Those rushing through blackness, storming the front. Standing on the first layer, steel around them. Differing elevations, four pathways at the bottom. Plants along the corners, pictures on the walls, statues lining the middle. Members of the church running in from three sides, weapons in their hands.
"Well, can't say I did not expect this. You go on ahead, I will backup Ellis if need be." Zeke glancing to the young woman.
"Deal with them how you wish, just ensure to come out alive." Walking ahead.
"Heh...I will do my best." Aiming his bow onward.
Her clear path, not holding back. Her methods in going forward, little time on her hands, committing atrocities. Silencing countless, burning lands. Destroying strongholds, weakening influence. Those learning of her, fear inside of them. Opposing the church, her target in mind. A vision never leaving her, those taking away that innocent girl. Unable to do anything, her ill sentiments. Carrying it for years, death claiming her. Signing a contract, giving up her humanity. Changing her body, desiring for her happiest days again. Enemies in front of her, that maiden folding her arms.
"A calamity upon the world, that is what you are...!" anger from one.
"Even if this world must burn, I will see to Elina's safety..." Coldness from her.
Arrows passing her, striking her foes ahead. Hitting their shoulders, spilling blood, agony on them. Many stepping away, watching her heading towards the stairs. Aiming for an individual, one from her past. Her black path, racing after a girl to her heart. Fearing the worst, quivering at this. Needing to succeed, surpassing her limitations. A chance to have those times once more, wanting her companion to smile again.
Memories to her attention, enduring it. A last sacrifice, this chilling knowledge. Ascending upward, that young man evading his enemies. Rapidly firing, bringing down one after the next. Finding her way onto the second floor, this open room. The granite floor, some plants along the corner. A person at the center, his red armor. His brown hair, those yellow eyes, his dreadful vision on her.
"Why did you fall this far? You were one of our best, why are you attacking the church?" his painful tone.
A former ally, someone admiring her. One working her way higher, bringing glory to the church. A skillful soldier, strategies in place. Unfavorable situations, grimness at times. One pulling out miracles, those recognizing her efforts. Ascending through the ranks, some envying her. Wanting to meet her line, starting from the bottom. Patiently awaiting his moment, not giving in. Speaking to her at times, guidance from her. This one before him, a difference in her state. Giving up her humanity, destroying strongholds. Her goal in mind, little time, needing to reach her partner. Moving onward, shortly stopping before him.
"Faithfully I served the church, foolishly doing so. I looked deeper into them, finding out the truth. I challenged Armand, because I still believed in our ideals. I lost, but that is not the reason for my path. They took someone so pure, and are planning to use her as a sacrifice..." Sadness from her.
"What do you mean...?" stepping back in surprise.
Those stringing along countless, secluding their intention underneath the guise of divinity. Searching further, files to her memories. Missing information, enough to not approve. Confronting that leader, his arrival at the time. Speaking out against this, her blade in hand. Challenging him, one sullying their ideals. Her crushing defeat, everything slipping out of her hands. Capturing another, tormenting her for years. A final sacrifice, fearing the worst. Clashing against allies from the past, none preventing her way. Desiring to save her companion, wanting her in her arms again.
"I secretly looked into their history, and found a pattern. Branding others as criminals, taking those near them. In small numbers, it was difficult to notice. Though, once I put it together, it was truly an enormous thing. Four years later, I threatened a warden, and found out they are going to sacrifice Elina. Then those with me, one of them lost someone precious to them, sacrificed in front of his eyes. A similar thing with the other, and now they are approaching their last one...Elina, to complete his so called ideals..." Looking away, these frustrating feelings.
Moving back a bit, this massive weight. Uncertainty in truth or lie, this one now a demon. Once serving the church, turning her blade against their leader. Challenging him for his position, spinning a narrative. Countless despising her, an enemy to them. Binding in a prison, enduring torture. Grasping at the slimmest chance, waiting for her opportunity. Four passing years, unable to hold on. Death taking her, a way to claim her deepest desire. Combatting those from her past, setting the land ablaze. Her feverish emotions, her words to this person. That one turning away his gaze, extending his blade.
"Right now...I do not know what to believe. However, whenever I did cross blades with you, I could always tell..." His vision on her.
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"If that is what you wish, then I accept." Her katana afar.
Diverging paths, those no longer allies. One once of their best, faithfully serving the church. Something catching her attention, searching further for answers. A day changing her life, trembling with that information. Mixtures of emotions, lowering her head. Following their orders, secrecy in the shadows. An alarming point, bringing this to the attention of their leader. One not denying it, her clear path. More surfacing years later, not caring for this. Her partner of importance, wanting to reach her, wishing to apologize. Two clashing against each other, her immense force. A difference in her, noting it. Rapidly colliding against each other, circling the other. Striking at one another, flying sparks. Dashing back, both residing from a distance.
"Even now, your swordsmanship is difficult to match." His faint smile.
"And you have improved much yourself, Roman." Returning a similar grin.
Fourth class of him, his hard efforts. Rising from nothingness, improving himself. Jumping on opportunities, following her guidance. Capabilities inside of him, that one bringing this to his attention. Gratefulness to her, two sparring in the past. Working in the field at times, that young woman saving his life. Malice in her, this of her way. Something not right, truth in her movements. Raising her sword, concentrating negativity. Sweeping it across the land, that approaching energy. Adjusting his footing, flipping over it. This force hitting the wall, spikes lining across it.
Unease from him, locking onto her. Descending on her, her slight step. Narrowly evading him, crashing her claw against his blade. Pushing against him, shortly breaking away. Racing through the room, two in a dark abyss. Light paving their way, running along its endlessness. Weapons against one another, not sensing ill intent. Excitement in this, both relishing in this instance. Pressing against each other, their powerful will. Simple sentiments, remembering their sessions. Never able to defeat her, her encouraging words to him.
"I am impressed, your strength has improved, and your strategic senses are on point." Determination from him.
"Four years in prison, fighting against the church. All of this contributed to how I am now." Her strong resolve.
Spinning around the other, connecting their weapons. Not giving an inch, searching for the smallest opening. Their quickly beating hearts, this exhilarating sentiment. Longness since this emotion, hostility not from them. Feeling out the other, their swords dancing in this endless plane. Pulling away from each other, that person raising his sword. Brilliantly shining divinity, his serious gaze. Colliding it below, unleashing the attack. That approaching force, its heavy pressure. Not backing down, rushing onward. Striking through, that dispersing energy. Malevolence devouring it, a surprising development to him.
That secreting blackness from her, one steadily awakening. A ferocious individual, rapidly assaulting him. Crashing her claw into his weapon, that one motioning around her. Difficulty in keeping up, his slipping defense. An opportunity to her attention, closing in. Rendering her knee into his stomach, this devastating attack. Turning to her side, colliding her foot into his chest. Sending him afar, that one hitting his back against the wall. Falling below, pushing up to his knee. Gazing onward, her blade at his neck. An ending to this battle, accepting his loss.
"I died on that island, but I could not rest, not until I know she is safe. As such, I transformed my body, all to save Elina." Her calm voice.
Enduring cruelty, withstanding harshness. Her deep wounds, her low energy. Trying to hold on, unable to do so. Wishing for that one to her heart, wanting her safety. Four passing years, no longer able to resist. Fading away into blackness, an entity before her. Refusing to die, a contract to her attention. Signing it, changing her body. A demon of her, everything towards saving her companion. This surprising the man, his vision below. Placing away her sword, her hand in his direction. Lifting his head, gazing at her hand. Turning his eyes to her own, faintly smiling at him. That one in those days, her heart still existing. Meeting her gesture, gripping her. Rising to his feet, the maiden stepping away from him.
"I believe you, Isa. Though, I will need time to assess this information. If this checks out, I will stifle the influence of the church on this end, and provide support." Folding his arms.
Deep sins, those embracing this line. Seeking after what is within, clashing against one another. Circumstances dictating their position, holding their beliefs, trailing along its guidance. Wanting to believe in the best, admiring her. Those times with each other, sparring with one another. Jobs outside, her words to him. Saving his life, her own way in kindness. Crushing news four years prior, trying to figure out her reason.
This one before him, crossing blades with her again. That same feeling, truth in her words. Needing time to assess information, fineness with this. Nodding her agreement, facing away from him. That entity in between dimensions, witnessing this development. Softly smiling, those coming together, tackling a larger threat. Memories of old, unlikeliness in it. Infinite in mystery of the worlds, friendship around any corner. Once living in sorrow, binding in shackles.
No longer willing to remain in silence, breaking free. Seeking after her deepest desire, wanting her happiest days again. Stepping on the domain of the gods, shouting her soul, damning innumerable. That young woman below, moving ahead. Ceasing this action, an azure flower by her foot. Her distant eyes, kneeling to it. That man confusingly looking at her, wondering on the situation. Reaching forward, touching it. An object reacting to her, steadily fading away, releasing a blue light. This energy surrounding her, hearing that innocent one's voice.
I was told...how emotions are a sin. If it is, then I do not regret it. This is what makes me human...this is how I met Isa. This is how I grew to love her, and if there is any way for me to save her, I will do so...
Two meeting underneath the light of the crimson moon, a chance in this. Those of differing worlds, everything changing upon this encounter. A forming friendship, their growing bond. Developing emotions, deepness of it. Cherishing one another, conflicts at times. Littleness in it, relishing in the presence of each other. Not regretting it, worrying about the other. This one of innocence, her meaningful words. Enduring much, clutching these feelings. Harsh individuals, tormenting this one. Roman questioning her, that young woman faintly smiling, shaking her head in refusal. Rising to her feet, heading onward.
If emotions are a sin, then that is fine. I was once just a sword, but when I shattered, something more grew. Every moment I cherished with you, this I do not regret. Elina...I will not give up, we will have those times again...