Following along the bloody trail, holding in her disgust. The young woman's mind on the reason for the torture, the person's organs around the circle.
Thinking back to her vision, some strange people in black cloaks. Devil worshippers, her churning stomach at the knowledge. Ava's slow movements around the pentagram, those old symbols on it.
The maiden recognizing the words, ancient text speaking about Desdemona. That chilling message, her increasing unrest. Dabria's eyes on it, fear within her.
"I—is this some area where cultists do worship...?" the girl's trembling tone, her hands to her chest.
"Definitely so, from what I am reading here. It seems to be some kind of summoning..." Ava folding her arms.
"Woah, you can read this?" Dabria stepping back a bit in surprise.
"I can't explain it, but yes. They used the organs of that man as some kind of offering." The maiden looking over to the table.
Strange individuals trying to call another, an unnerving situation to the maiden. Her shaking fists, containing these sentiments within her.
Her wish to find one in the dusk, each end turning up something unsettling. The girl's vision on her friend, worrying about them, someone refusing to share their troubles.
The two shortly hearing approaching footsteps, soon facing the direction. Sera gasping in shock, shortly stopping by the few, her eyes on the sight.
"Ugh! What kind of sick bastards did this?" covering her mouth, frowning a bit.
"Good question..." Ava folding her arms, slightly looking down.
"I'm just as disturbed as you two..." Dabria holding her arms.
The young woman standing in the darkness, her eyes on the pentagram, soon looking ahead. A person with white eyes, their long blonde hair.
The turning entity, someone kneeling to a boy, placing their gentle hand on his head. The two shortly vanishing, leaving a familiar melody in the place. Ava's hand to her chest, her sad expression.
The three shortly hearing voices from afar, an alarming situation to them. Everyone quickly hiding in the shadows, watching the strange ones in robes walking in, their eyes on the area.
Quickly beating hearts in the darkness, the few soon seeing their enemies leaving, closing the door behind them. Those friends heading to the center, settling themselves a bit.
"That was a close one..." Dabria sighing in relief.
"No kidding, best not to engage in any unnecessary battles..." Sera agreeing, her hands to her chest.
"Dabria, I need to speak with Sera alone for a bit. Do you mind waiting outside? If there is anyone nearby, I'll be there immediately." Ava turning to her, her hand on her waist.
"Ah, sure...but if it is something important, be sure to tell me." The girl uncertainly facing her companion, gripping her arms.
"Right..." Faintly smiling at the hazel one.
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I just did not know how to approach her about this at the time. For now...the only one I can talk to is Sera...
Mysteries surrounding Inai, these connecting points to the young woman. Her uneasy heart, someone drawing closer to the past.
An old language speaking about a goddess, victims washing away in the madness, fiends trying to devour the maiden. A person tackling her challenges, her hasty heart this night.
"This entire place is so weird, one moment it is peaceful, the next it is in ruin and hectic..." Sera positioning her arms in a thinking posture.
"Ruin?" Dabria tilting her head towards the woman, pressing her index finger to her chin.
"Ah...—"
"—She means it might as well be in ruin, with all these monsters and psychos." Ava lying a bit, gesturing her hand to the girl.
"Oh, true. Anyway, I will be waiting outside." Dabria looking to her companion, brightly smiling.
One unable to remember, their agreement with the Iconoclast. A person with two different visions, a great pain in the young woman's heart. Her friend in this nightmare, something more existing in the shadows, relishing in their warmth.
The girl soon leaving the shed, closing the door behind her. Ava and Sera sadly sighing, shortly facing the other, the woman folding her arms.
"Ava, Dabria is a sweet girl. I really hate saying this, but be wary of her." Her concerning tone.
"That isn't it, I think I got an idea what is happening." The young woman's hand to her chin.
"Huh? Then what?" Sera's interest.
"From what I figured out, she made a deal with the Iconoclast. There are two versions of her, one that usually appears when I am asleep, but at times is out there helping me. At that time, the one here isn't awake. I am not sure what I am supposed to do, but I am also part of it." Looking down a bit.
"The Iconoclast, I wonder what her purpose is here, and why you two have caught her eye." The woman grimly gripping her arms.
"I might have an idea on why..." Ava biting her lower lip.
A great demon watching them, bearing witness to their route. An entity feeling the maiden's emotions, seeing her run back to her past.
A promise from long ago, those sentiments still powerfully remaining. An individual enduring their torment, reaching for a pure one.
Ava looking down at the pentagram, slowly trailing along it. Sera confusingly following, the two soon stopping. The young woman facing her friend, gripping her upper arm, slightly looking away.
"Sera, this here speaks about summoning Desdemona, a demon goddess." Lowering her head.
"What...? Come now, this can't be real. Though, I suppose with how crazy things are, it is not outside the realm of possibilities..." Sera looking down at the circle, uncertainly putting her hand on her chin.
"Yeah...and there is more. Something I left out last time, but now I feel like it has a lot more weight..." Her vision on her friend.
"And that is?" the woman's hand to her chest, her eyes on the maiden.
Words echoing inside Ava, those referring to her by another name. Her purpose in the Iconoclast's hands, these uneasy feelings gripping at her.
An individual able to take to a different state, these strongly gripping emotions. The maiden walking along her dark road, moving towards an old church from the past. Feeling one within it, her hasty heart.
"Armdak was the demon I faced, then there was another in the library at Avalon High. Both referred to me as Desdemona, and given that I can take to a different state, and the Iconoclast's interest me. I cannot deny it any longer, there is even a statue of her that looks like me in the plaza..." Slightly scowling, lowering her head.
"Desdemona...a goddess eternally searching for someone dear, her soul corrupting. At least that is what I found out. I saw that statue as well, and with your current information...it is hard to argue..." Unease from Sera.
"So what am I? Is all of this happening because of me?! Am I just some kind of monster?!" anger from Ava, her eyes on the woman.
An entity selfishly pursuing her path, seeking after one from the past. A goddess' desperate voice, setting a cycle of reincarnation.
Her presence in Inai again, searching for two in the insanity. An individual holding in their sorrow, ripping away the many bloody hands, shouting her soul.
A stressful situation to Ava, Sera approaching the young woman, wrapping her arms around them in a warm embrace. The maiden's wide vision, tears in her eyes. Her shaking fists, slowly calming.
"Even if you are Desdemona, this does not define you. You will always have a place to return to. You know...this might be weird, but you feel like a daughter to me. I felt like we have that close bond, and seeing you try so hard, it causes me a lot of worry. If you have any trouble, then come and tell me..." Sera's soft voice to her.
"Okay...sorry..." Ava's aching heart.