Infinitely flowing desires, emotions residing at the depths of the abyss. Malice eating away at the soul, one slowly proceeding back to her past. Enduring her unease, pushing onward along her route. A person embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, scars forever engraving on her soul.

A heart wishing for freedom, a spirit binding in shackles. Continuing in the sadness, her hatred far inside. Deep underground, through the numerous paths. A room hiding below the castle, many coming to grasp with their terrible actuality.

"Impossible...to think her power would rise so much in such a short time. To think Greed, my most powerful of the Four Generals will fall to this angel." Hades uneasy tone.

"Sire, it would appear that Greed has always been here, was he really so powerful?" Richter positioning his arms in a thinking posture.

A fiend escaping its confinement, eventually coming across the young woman. An entity rising to her challenge, silencing a great foe. Some missing pieces to the Lord of Darkness, a grand devil falling to an individual in their weak state.

Thinking on her activities, feeling a difference from her, almost as if someone entirely different is fighting the war. The dragon scraping his claw against the ground, steadily exhaling fire.

"Do you doubt my judgment of my elites?" Hades cold tone.

"No sire, I am wondering what our next action should be." Some sweat running down the side of the former knight's face.

Angels not normally possessing such power on their own, their immense strength coming from each other. Those no more, one remaining in the insanity. The slowly shifting tides, a single entity clashing against the madness.

Two halves once whole, a separation doing more harm than good. One instilling fear into countless, her great accomplishments in the dusk. Hades mind on the problem, that Seraph confronting him before the tragedy. Linking a connection to them, yet something more within it.

"Summon the Accursed immediately, their aid will be required. However, it is likely this angel will shred them at this rate." Pounding his claw into the land.

"So we are using them as collateral, while the body of the late king is being restored." Richter verifying.

"Precisely."

"I shall get on this right away sire." The former knight bowing.

Richter turning from the Lord of Darkness, thinking on the development. A horrific dusk underneath the twilight, a body possessing enormous power. A lone entity capable of extreme feats, someone possibly on the level of the gods. A desperate situation, this unnerving theory, scenarios running through his mind.

"I wonder...can I extract Raiser's power for myself...?" Richter's hand to his chin.

Those within the night seeking after their direction, opposing one another in the insanity. An angel in the raging storm, someone steadily making her way forward. The Dark Lord looking to the former knight, some annoyance from them. One persevering through the conflict, their crimson eyes returning to his memory, a chilling voice running down his spine.

"Why are you still here?" Hades sharp tone.

Glancing back to the Lord of Darkness, a pressing situation on them. A man playing his part, keeping his eye on his desire. Someone wishing to see it through to the end, enduring the crushing despair in him. The dusk giving him a chance, his hand towards the slimmest light in the darkness.

"Apologies sire, I am merely determining the best course of action to take. I shall do that on my way." Nodding to the Dark Lord.

"Very well, be on your way then..." Hades slightly calming, his slight suspicion.

Richter heading onward, the Lord of Darkness' vision on the former knight, witnessing them leave the room. In the vast dusk, betrayal around every corner, each reaching for their own wish. A desperately growing situation, Hades moving his pieces on the board.

At the moment, above a ballroom. Many demons underneath the twilight, the maiden's eyes on them from higher up on a balcony. The thick red mist in the area, her attention below on the monsters plaguing the room.

To think...it will come to such...

A great sin from the past, one forcing against the terror. An unending horror, hearing the many voices from those no more. Their happiness turning into fear, those horrific screams ringing through her. Monsters noticing her, bats loudly screeching.

Howling wolves, gathering lizards. Closing her vision for a bit, feeling the intensifying darkness. Her reacting malice, negative energy encircling her.

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"If this is what you wish for, then I will grant onto you my rage..."

These swirling sentiments, echoing voices within her. Spirits surrounding the maiden, her eyes on a small child, that one's hope in her. Shifting her vision to the battlefield, steadily moving onward, her lingering sentiments. A soft heart in the dusk, these desires magnifying beneath the crimson light.

"This fragment of my former power will be more than enough." Her solemn voice.

Shortly descending below, landing in the center of the room. Wolves rushing at her, their mighty fangs approaching her. Countless swarming enemies, the maiden's arms forward. Reviver in front of her, generating electricity. Unleashing these waves, electrifying the room.

Cyra soon raising her hand, snapping her fingers. Her steadily fading body, taking to a spiritual state. Riding the many waves, aiming at a hound. Moving behind it, taking to her physical form, swiftly severing its head. Blood splashing in the area, the falling corpse.

Slightly shifting her vision behind, instantly sweeping Reviver in an uppercut in the direction. Splitting a lizard in two, crushing her surroundings. This never ending conflict, emotions rising from her depths, darkness harshly burning from her body.

Monsters slowly circling her, feeling her immense pressure. Her cold crimson eyes on them, striking fear into her enemies.

"A little too late for apologies." Standing on her side, directing Reviver at her enemies.

Releasing more electrical waves, instantly breaking apart. Flowing through in her spiritual state, riding the waves higher. Appearing in the air, hurling her staff down at the center.

Crashing it into the land, linking its massive force. Burning away at her foes, their screeching pain. Her deep darkness, a heart trying to maintain itself. Shortly landing below, removing her staff from the land.

"These emotions, I will have to sort them out later. Rose, I can feel her nearby..." Cyra turning to a path leading deeper into the castle.

The maiden moving onward, slowly settling herself. Enduring the despair in this place, her sentiments guiding her onward in the dusk. These stirring feelings, a powerful will grabbing at her. The entity soon coming across a path underground, her eyes on the many intersecting ways. Feeling high negativity from one, resting her vision on monsters in the shadows.

"This entire castle has been infested by these monsters..."

Demons flooding the human realm, this dire situation in her hands. Slightly looking down, positioning her arms in a thinking posture. Her battle with Greed draining much of her energy, darkness slowly repairing her injuries.

Foes along every end, this worsening problem. Emotions clawing away at her depths, her increasing unrest. A faint light soon catching her attention, the maiden moving her foot a bit. A white feather to her wide eyes, its beautifully shining light.

Cyra kneeling to the ground, feeling its warmth latching onto her. These endless sentiments within her, a presence behind her. The maiden looking in the direction, seeing the Seraph, their eyes on one another.

Shortly witnessing the fading entity, distantly shifting her gaze below. An angel protecting her, bringing hope into the deepest darkness.

“I understand now…”

A person losing everything, falling into the black depths. Racing along the abyss, clashing against her challenges, withstanding her sorrows. An entity with her, their purely emitting light from the feather. Feeling these emotions, her deep haunting sins.

Cyra seeking after her past, someone trying to right her wrong, yet something more important grabbing at her. The maiden embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, pushing onward on her route.

“I welcome your aid.” Faintly smiling.

Extending her hand, grasping the warm feather in her hand. Holding it to her chest, the object moving towards her body. A forming ripple, shortly assimilating it into her. Familiar sensations within her, soon finding herself standing in the darkness.

This brightening area, a platform of memories stretching far around her, unable to clarify the images within them. Pure white feathery wings sprouting from her back, soon vanishing, shining its light. That Seraph behind her, shortly turning away.

Cyra rising from the ground, those wings expanding from her, a tranquil energy washing over the area. Her steady steps ahead, soon entering the room ahead. Ascending high into the air, enemies looking up at her.

"You will feel my pride.” Calmly directing her staff at her many enemies.

Reviver emitting a purifying gleam, these streaming emotions in the endless waves. Raising her staff, twirling it in her hand. Locking onto her enemies below, her building sentiments. Electrical energy intensely sparking from her, channeling it into the staff.

A heart freely soaring, refusing to bind. Embracing in this bliss once more, moving closer to her past, her eyes on the light in the deepest of darkness.

"Farewell."

Unleashing the attack, this shining energy striking down at her foes. Lightning hastily dispersing, caging them in a prison. Those struggling fiends, their screaming voices, their burning skins.

More electricity colliding into the barrier, compressing the deadly force. Enemies unable to escape, feeling the rapidly releasing power. The shield reacting once more, shortly violently exploding, tearing away at the area.

Enemies reducing to nothing, the room in ruin. A gentle light shining below, leaving behind pure white feathers. The maiden slowly descending, soon touching down on the floor.

Her vanishing wings, the young woman's eyes on her staff. Softly smiling, feeling warmth in the deepest of darkness. A person taking one step forward at a time, slowly facing her past.

"No matter where this night leads, I will face these challenges.” Her hand to her chest.

I will keep pushing onward, even with my limited power. I can feel the guidance of another, those warm wings wrapping around me. There are two things left to do, defeat my other half, and put an end to Hades.

No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, one continuously pushing onward. Divinity and malice in her, these many emotions inside of her. A strange occurrence, yet a familiar pull on her. An entity moving closer to her past, enduring the terrifying night.

Facing her challenges, racing along her path. Keeping her eye on her direction, persistently pushing forward, reaching for the light at the end of this nightmare. The maiden walking onward, feeling someone's presence. Shortly recognizing them, her focusing vision.

My weapon recovered, my pride restored. There are many questions I have, this night leading me back to my past. No matter, I wish to know what has become of you, old friend…