Allies from the past, one fighting against them. Imprisoning at the depths of an island, enduring cruelty. Tormenting experiences, withstanding their brutality. Holding onto the smallest chance, waiting for her opportunity. Challenging that leader, not regretting this. Following her beliefs, not wishing for her partner to suffer. That one sweeping away in this madness, hatred at her depths. Those abusing an innocent one, an individual doing her best. A pattern in their actions, not allowing this to pass. A contract with a demon, changing her body. Determination to save one to her heart, little time with her. Doubting herself, thinking on failure. Shaking at this, forcing ahead even stronger.

Burning down lands, crushing strongholds. Clashing against a fourth class, one admiring her. Needing to assess the information, trusting in the young woman. A few days since that encounter, nearing their goal. That Temple of Seres not far, one point between their destination. Those treading through a meadow region, an open path. Flowers spreading far, trees in the distance, the clear blue sky. Three walking down this black abyss, each at a connecting point. Desiring to bring down this church, their hatred within. Not allowing for this, shouting their souls.

"Was it really a good idea to leave Roman be?" Zeke folding his arms, his attention above.

"I am certain he will be an asset, he has always been a reliable one." Her calm voice.

"If anything, having someone on the inside will prove beneficial." Ellis positioning her arms in a thinking posture.

Those crossing blades, exhilaration within it. Riding along in an endless stream, these true sentiments. Similarity to those days, illness not in their collisions. Pushing one another, moving beyond the distance. Rising to their challenge, not relenting. Trusting in that young woman, something not right. Devotion from her, believing in her cause. Strongly upholding their beliefs, a reason to turn her blade against their leader. One not standing for a mockery of their ideals, wanting to punish that one. Defeat coming to her, everything slipping out of her hands.

"I...will trust in your decision..." This unsettling the young man.

Confidence in that one, a person once underneath her command. Leading him, her guiding words. Finding his way, pushing himself. Rising through the ranks, wanting to meet her line. One still proceeding, surpassing expectations. Her back to him, constantly trying to reach her. Unable to do so, admiring her conviction. That coming day, his world crashing down. Not wanting to believe it, evidence to his awareness. Shaking at this, some passing years. Clashing against her, trusting in her. That maiden continuing onward, her vision on one of innocence.

Hatred for another, her unrelenting heart. That cathedral from afar, its presence near the Temple of Seres. Those tall pillars, stairs leading above. A city bustling with life, buildings surrounding it. Deep below, in a cell. This foul air, dust in the surroundings. Corpses not far, manacles on display. The hazel one behind bars, chains shackling her. An azure pentagram beneath her, this one struggling on the ground. Her immense pain, screaming out. That leader before her, his wide arms. Flying sparks, a shadow of an entity. That being gazing down, one approaching their awakening.

"You must endure this, salvation is soon upon us." His calm tone.

Agony on her, circling azure. Energy flowing into her body, her sharp pain. This never ending torment, that force keeping her down. Victims of this person, one proceeding in his path. A pattern from him, branding many as criminals. Others with them, an offering to a deity. Desiring to bring this one into actuality, pursuing his ideals. Lying to countless, holding them within his palms. Pressing down on some, his years of work. A final sacrifice, this person ahead of him. An approaching entity, nearing his wish. Essentialness in his haste, a powerful demon drawing closer. Echoing screams, flowing tears. That calming energy, her blurring vision.

"I—Isa..." Losing consciousness.

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Desperately clinging to life, one combatting the church. Bringing demise in the wake of her despair, clashing against those from the past. Destroying lives, not caring for this. Her goal in mind, seeking days of old. Wanting to bring one of innocence back into her arms, cherishing their time together. Years in imprisonment, holding onto the smallest chance. Witnessing true colors, her unwillingness in remaining in silence, shouting her soul. One feeling her wrath, her resolve. Her deepest desire, her increasing power, not stopping her path. Those trio in a town, diverging roads. Shops along the sides, some chatter about. People passing by, their own destinations in mind.

"The Temple of Seres isn't far off. After this town, it will be nonstop battles." Zeke folding his arms.

"Looks like our work will be cutout for us. Still, with the amount of chaos we caused, it should be easier. " That shrugging woman.

"Good, it means the next time I see Armand, I will ensure to kill him." Isa glancing back to the two, her fist to her chest.

"In all my years, I have never seen someone this determined. Setting lands on fire, destroying lives, terrorizing countless. Hell, I once broke through their defense, but couldn't go this far." The young man propping his arms behind his head.

Decisiveness of her, one of her points. Her clear path, silencing her enemies. A ferocious person, cleaving her foes. Once a sword, steeling her heart. A pure one entering into her life, creating a vulnerability in her. Cracking over the passing time, eventually shattering. Simple sentiments, relishing in it. Difficulty at first, those growing emotions. Wanting her partner in her arms again, reforging her blade. Changing her body, unleashing this hatred. Damning countless, bringing demise in the wake of her despair. Many feeling her wrath, awareness on her coming.

"I was once only a sword, steeling myself. Hardening my heart, but there was a vulnerability. I cracked, then shattered. Though, something else came...and when I lost everything. I reforged my blade, carrying this hatred in me for that man who sullied our ideals..." Looking away, sadly holding her arm.

"I wouldn't say you are only a blade now. Rather, you are quite flexible." Ellis faintly smiling at her.

"Heh...that I owe to her..." Softly grinning.

Deep sentiments, that one in her mind. A bright individual, one filling with love. Doing her best, proceeding in her own way. Kindness from her, worrying about a weapon. Strangeness at first, understanding more over the passing time. Spending time together, learning from her. Cherishing her, a shattering sword. Losing her way for a bit, that innocent girl guiding her.

Not needing this path, stepping away from her previous life. Something catching her attention, going back for a bit. Searching deeper, unraveling a mystery. One lying to countless, sullying their ideals. Approaching movements, quickness in this. Members of the church surrounding them, that third class amongst them. That person residing there, her cold violet eyes. Her crimson hair tying back, her armor shining underneath the sun.

"Well, cannot say this is not a welcoming party." Unease from Zeke, his bow in his hands.

"That is one way to put it." Ellis sternly looking around.

"Isa, foul demon. You who insult our ideals, who have given herself to blackness. You shall be made to repent." Directing her sword at the young woman.

Another from her past, that one below her. Once looking up to the maiden, someone coming from nothing. Admiring her, an inspiring resolve. Constantly training, running the smallest of errands. Awaiting her opportunity, a risky job coming. Those not believing in her, yet her insistence. Difficulty in it, analyzing her task, strategizing her way. Her precise report, details towards her success. An impressive display, her risking rank. One never stopping, continuously pushing. Leading those below her, steeling herself, hardening her heart.

"Rei, those ideals...you should know, I carried them stronger than anyone else." Her katana afar.

"Then why did you turn your blade against our leader?! Was it not for his position?! We all looked up to you! Admired you!" lowering her head, her shaking fists.

"Do you not remember my words? That I will protect our ideals...even if I must become an enemy." Her calm tone.

"I remember...but all you are now, is a criminal. A demon, one who has destroyed countless lives." Her sad vision on the young woman.

Her never wavering resolve, forcing onward in her direction. Reforging her sword, a flexible blade. Those once of her allies, interacting with so many. Distancing herself from them, strongly carrying their ideals. Training many, guiding countless, working with numerous. Those idolizing her, wanting to meet a similar line. Her current path, desiring to save one. Hatred inside of her, that man on top of his throne. Sullying their ideals, mocking innumerable. Holding lives in his hands, snuffing them at his leisure. Her branding emotions, these leading her way.

"Ensure to make it out alive, that is your order!" commanding her allies.

"Don't have to tell me twice..." Zeke trailing his enemies.

"This is not how I expected this day to go..." Unease from Ellis.