Two worlds once whole, a great Tyrant long ago piercing the heavens, meeting a goddess far beyond. A devil failing to defeat her, yet her guiding hand stopping his descent. Both venturing together, developing deeper sentiments for one another.
Eventually bringing a child into reality, setting forward the eternal crimson moon. A life born from new possibilities, one reflecting the qualities from her parents, feverishly pushing forward.
Through the chilling lands, crying souls in this hellish place. Bodies in pieces, ice coating Helheim. In the decaying forest, malice secreting into the air, thickly flowing in the area.
The Dragon of Darkness standing above his followers, his tail scraping the land. His mind on the occurrence before, an entity bringing the night, stripping away his control over his servants for a moment
An old prophecy to his mind, a similar connection to himself. A difference between the two individuals, the dragon's desire to complete the line, to control the night himself. Countless with him, a war in its final phases.
Visualizing his way onward, refusing to let a new piece close the distance. Shortly shifting his vision to Wrath floating in front of him, the fiend's sharp bony armor, their lifeless eyes.
"Nidhogg has been freed from their prison, a bit of time is needed before they head out." Bowing to his lord.
Hades yearning to become the night, wanting countless underneath his influence. An entity suffering a heavy blow losing Fenrir, a proud hound no longer on the field.
Another solution in his hands, the Dark Lord locking onto his desire. No matter, the dragon noting the new presence, cautioning himself going forward.
"Very well, go on, and keep a close eye on the situation." Hades instructing.
"As you command." Wrath bowing.
Turning from his lord, making his way over to the Knight of Darkness. Malice secreting from the man, negativity consuming him. Wrath shortly stopping before them, his hands behind his back.
A forever haunting past, the knight's eternal purpose to go forward. His soul in bondage, yet a desire burning from his depths, someone moving towards an end to his despair.
"Good work saving Lust." Wrath commending.
A man witnessing one from the deepest abyss, a great demon blanketing the realms in the night, revealing the crimson moon. One going against grand foes, nearly damning the worlds in the past.
A knight trying to break the Dark Lord's hold over him, his body not listening to him. The person believing in another, a will opposing reason.
A way to grasp his freedom, the young woman long ago connecting many hearts in her despair, pushing forward miracles.
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"I merely passed by the area." Envy slightly looking away.
"What happened out there?" Wrath's hand to his chin.
"That I cannot make sense of myself, I found it best not to take any actions for the time being." His attention on the Accursed.
"A bit of a bump in the road, but that was the better option." The fiend folding his arms.
A small shining ray of hope, the knight witnessing the maiden's spilling sentiments. An entity consuming in darkness, yet her soft heart linking others together.
An individual making the nigh impossible into an actuality, Envy putting his gamble in her hands. Sentiments branding on him, memories eternally tormenting him.
A war in its last phases, a critical piece showing herself after many years. The Knight of Darkness looking above, betting on her possibility to bring down Nidhogg.
The horse moving to his side, malice consuming the animal, its black skin. Demonization consuming them both, one in the heavens to their mind, their desire to proceed as themselves.
Further in Helheim, within the valley. Cyra observing her surroundings, holding in her frustration. Choosing a difficult option, allowing Lust to flee.
Her hazy memories in a strange situation, these ill emotions to her heart. Shortly facing the deity, seeing him stand from a rock.
"Are you ready to return now?" slightly tilting his head at her, folding his arms.
An entity seeking after her past, walking in the deepest abyss. The maiden standing still, mirrors surrounding her. Unable to clearly make out the images within them, their blurry figures to her vision.
Cyra soon shifting her eyes downward, seeing a crystal platform far below. Many unclear pictures on them, these frustrating sentiments to her.
"Yes, let us head back..." Gripping her arms, her eyes a bit to her side.
"Alright, leave the gods to me. Just take as much time as you need." Valor assuring her.
A god carefully proceeding, needing to guide her through to her awakening. A small encounter engraving into his mind, her truly terrifying display.
His desire to share in the old days with her again, his old friend traveling in her sorrow. Her eternally ringing words in him, someone hoping for a difference in another life.
A cycle torturously repeating itself, the maiden's resolve to push onward, yearning to bring meaning to her companions demise. The deity turning from her, putting his hand on his chin.
"This might be foolish...but, I cannot leave her unprotected against these gods." His grim expression.
"Are you well?" some concern from Cyra, her hand to her chest.
The god glancing back, seeing her stand behind him. A demon's continuously burning fire, her despair branding on him.
An entity keeping it firmly within her, releasing it for a moment in the sinister dusk. A devil's feverish path long ago, providing a miracle towards the future.
"I am well, something simply had my attention." Smiling at her.
The young woman's many trials, a person diving into the depths, embracing her corruption. An individual selfishly proceeding, refusing to quietly remain. Everything slipping out of her hands, her displaying sorrow, her crushing weight still to the deity's mind.
Valor containing a secret, unable to tell her much, slowly leading her onward. His strange behavior to the maiden, these pleasant feelings within her. Shortly turning from him, shifting her eyes behind.
"We have no reason to remain here, let us go." Cyra walking onward.
Old reverberating words, her tone resonating with him. The god following behind her, a companion continuously seeking after her in the black abyss.
A never changing person, someone bringing forward a faint light, his vision on it. A demon's endless tragedies, an individual sounding her soul for a moment. Her displaying determination, hope filling the deity once more.
Strange you are Valor, someone following me. No matter, these familiar sentiments in me. I have to keep going, to unravel the mysteries in my past, to claim what is within. Until then, I refuse to remain silent.