Pain, sorrow, hope, that one of innocence. Four passing years, enduring this cruelty. Wishing for times of old, worrying about that young woman. Wanting her freedom, never dying sentiments. Sinful emotions, not minding it. An unlikely meeting between two, that crimson moon shining down its light. A chance of an encounter, this guiding their way. Moving along in a stream of endlessness, breaking off from the rest. Their growing bond, something more coming. The maiden once in shackles, breaking free from it. Setting lands ablaze, defeating those once of her allies.

Her goal in mind, wanting to bring that hazel one back into her arms. Incapable of letting go of her passion, carrying ideals with her. Seeking after the truth, finding out. Not knowing its full weight, coming upon it years later. That Azure Night, an approaching event. Quivering at failure, her hard efforts. One once a sword, steeling herself, hardening her heart. Progressing in her path, that pure individual coming into her life. A vulnerability revealing, cracking of her. Deteriorating over time, shattering into pieces. Binding in chains, holding onto the faintest of hope. Unable to resist, fading into blackness.

Refusing to perish, signing a contract. Giving up her humanity, changing her body. Her feverish resolve, some joining in. This moment upon them, a few passing days. Those trio standing before their destination, an enormous fort. Its thick walls, gates around it. Multiple layers going higher, ascending stairs. Statues of the gods, that Temple of Seres at the top. An altar there, efforts leading to this. That flowing breeze, unsettling feelings. Sundown upon them, this pressure in the area. Unease from it, a force from above. Her vision on her goal, those with her.

Enemies in the distance, three entering into it. Members of the church surrounding them, an unsurprising occurrence. One from above, that hazel one walking along. Sadness from her, injuries on her. Her skin a bit pale, her filthy crimson dress. Guards from the front, some behind her. Turning her attention to the window, sensing this force, her slightly widening gaze. Happiness coming to her, the young woman there. Chains shackling her, her moving feet. Ripping it away from her captors, this surprising them. Running to the window, those chasing after her. Her hands on the railing, screaming out to the one below.

"Iissaaa!!!"

That voice, this catching her attention. Gazing above, looking in the direction. That innocent one there, their meeting visions. Longness since this, hearing her companion again. Missing this, worrying about her each moment. Wondering on failure, not wishing to think about it. Wanting to bring her home, desiring for their happiest days again. Forming a contract with a devil, needing to do so. Embracing her selfishness, a calamity upon the world. Her actions leading to this, stepping forward. Guards grabbing her, the hazel individual resisting them.

"Elina! I will be there soon! I promise!" screaming out to her.

This energy from her, feeling it. Unsettling emotions, preparations almost at completion. Time still with them, a chance in existence. Locking onto this hope, moving in an abyss of blackness. Those forcing the innocent one onward, enlightenment to her. A demon coming far, surpassing her challenges. Determination from her, her displaying efforts. Her harsh methods, destroying countless lives. This of her choice, yet gentleness still remaining. Messages behind her words, comrades understanding. These people following her, a guiding influence. Enemies circling them, three trailing their foes.

"There are three layers to this place, if we all stick together. With our low force, she will certainly die. Isa, you have the best chance out of us, so go ahead." That young man glancing to her, faintly smiling at her.

"He's right, we will take care of these here. This is what you have been waiting for." Ellis looking to her, brightly smiling.

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"Heh...thank you, both of you. Remember...your objective is to survive, it does not matter how you do it." Softly grinning.

An existing chance, those friends with her. Each understanding, that maiden wishing to go. Her grand capabilities, one able to bring light to this madness. Moving ahead, foes confronting her. Blackness secreting from her body, her heavy pressure. One from the abyss rising to this challenge, her feverish heart. Reforging her blade, flexibleness of her. These companions with her, cherishing them. Her katana afar, dashing onward. Arrows passing her, colliding into the targets ahead. Fire scorching their surroundings, opening a way for her. Bursting through those flames, heading to the front.

A massive door, harshly releasing negativity from her offhand. Crashing it into the structure, this heavily exploding force. Smoke filling the area, the sharp scent. Closing in on her goal, that one calling out to her. This giving her hope, her partner waiting above. Her great foes, this not mattering to her. Stepping onto the first layer, the wide area. Stairs along the corners, a pathway leading higher. An enormous structure at the center, these thick walls. Her attention on one ahead, a second class. His crimson hair, those yellow eyes. His white armor, strictly looking at her. Members walking out from the nearby rooms, her unwavering resolve.

"You used to be one of our best, Isa. Now you have fallen so far, becoming a demon. Setting fire to lands, destroying lives, going against those you once protected." Sadness from his eyes.

"When I lost everything...it made me realize, there is one person I could not lose. No matter what pain I felt, what she endured was infinitely more agonizing." Standing on her side, her serious gaze.

"Isa...we prioritize the many over the individual. You know this..." Stepping forward, his stern vision.

"And does that make it right?! To torture someone that is innocent...to prepare her as a sacrifice, to some deity?!" lowering her head.

Those sullying their ideals, committing reprehensible actions. Lives no more than commodities, living underneath the gaze of another. Countless in the palms of one, his grand influence. Coming upon this truth, opposing his rationality. Her feverish heart, her unending determination. One waiting for her, memories of the past. Wanting them again, learning of her torment. Unable to do anything, acting in her path. Not allowing for this, believing in her way. Hatred to her heart, this before the second class. His vision slightly below, understanding her sentiment.

"I...do not like this. Though, we can stop this endless conflict. That is what I have to believe in..." His shaking fists.

"This conflict will never end, and I will not let you use her as a tool of your delusion! For the pain and sorrow you caused her, I will harshly return it!" her powerful voice, glaring at him.

One once of their rank, this maiden before him. Those years with her, her relentless resolve. Risks in her tasks, unfavorable situations. Strategies bringing down vast numbers, those great wars. Quelling resistances, many admiring her. Starting from nothing, running errands. Awaiting her opportunity, that coming moment. Jumping on it, this shaping her way. Steeling herself, hardening her heart. A weapon for one above, not realizing his direction. That young woman standing against them, seeking someone from the past. Malevolence secreting from her body, her increasing pressure. Gazing at her, an unsettling situation.

"You can hate me if you must, but answer this. Was it truly worth it, turning yourself into a demon?" his firm stance, tightly gripping his blade.

"Yes, it was. I will do anything to save Elina..." Her solemn tone.

Two steadily circling the other, caution from those members. Many watching her, a foe able to bring down innumerable. Her unrelenting resolve, witnessing it in the past. Her frightening potential, talent residing in the shadows. None trusting in her, a chance to prove herself. Progressing forward, piercing the madness. Living her life on the battlefield, believing in her way. Her devotion to her path, this of her strongest quality. Countless recognizing this, yet never able to predict the outcome. Both dashing towards the other, their crossing blades.

"You used to believe that this world can be saved, and it can. All it will require is one more, are you going to give up on this?" his sharp tone.

"If it means Elina's safety, then this world can burn..." Coldness from her.

"I see. Your selfishness knows no bound, much like the Iconoclast, the embodiment of corruption."