A heart yearning to free itself, a soul shackling down. Someone continuously pushing forward, carrying a message with her. The two friend's eyes on the breaking glacier, that shortly shattering ice. Azure fire spreading, circling the room in its heat. Negativity rising from the land, its crushing pressure.
"You are not supposed to be here." Annoyance from the Dark Lord.
"There are a lot of places I should not be, those of which I will not mention for my own safety." Shrugging at the dragon.
A troublesome individual, everything steadily making more sense. The young woman's stern expression, folding her arms, sharply looking at him. A chill running down the deity's spine, his hasty chest. The heaven's in disarray, her great efforts to protect it. One off elsewhere, leaving behind his work.
"Where exactly did you go?" Maria's slight irritation.
"Right now we have this psychopathic, homicidal dragon to deal with..." Her tone unnerving him.
"We will speak about this later." Shifting her attention to Hades.
A never changing individual, one trying to escape the situation. Unable to locate her companion, worrying about his condition. A person causing her frustration, yet bringing many blissful experiences.
"Hopefully she'll like the reason later..." That deity slightly whimpering.
"Your petty spats aside, you will both be ashes in a moment." Hades sharp voice.
Two old friends side by side, their hearts lining together. Facing their challenge together, flowing along in the vast stream. The young woman ascending above, shortly diving at her enemy. Her companion covering her from below, both spreading lightning, ice, and fire.
A long battle between the three, those friends eventually besting the mighty dragon. Maria standing before Hades, directing her staff at his head. His cold eyes on her, their fading life by the moment.
"This is where we part." Her calm tone.
A dragon luring her to this place, acting at her weak point. An entity in the darkness, scraping the agonizing walls. Her desire to soar, her wings shackling to the land.
A soft heart despising the battlefield, yet someone aware on the necessity for power, these conflicting emotions within her. Shortly facing her old friend, his uneasy smile at her.
"Now, we have quite a bit of things to discuss." Maria folding her arms, sternly looking at him.
"You sure we can't just ya know, sweep this under the mat and well, forget it ever happened?" hope from him.
"Sure, and then we go home and have a sleepover." Sarcastically responding.
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"Really?" Valor's his hands to his chest in excitement.
A steadily collapsing realm, a place drawing closer to the end. Another wishing to save it, doing her best towards that route. Doubts plaguing her mind, these gripping feelings inside of her. An individual willing to put up with her companion's shenanigans, their close bond for a long time.
"No." Some annoyance from her tone.
"Me and my ideas..." Slightly flinching, a sigh leaving him.
Withstanding her lecture, his reason to do so. The time not right, enduring it for another. The maiden's leniency on him, someone soft on her friend. A bright person freely venturing, embracing the bliss of adventure. The dragon's vision on the two, locking onto his opportunity. Immediately rising, an action shocking Valor.
"Watch out!" Valor's hand to his companion.
His alarming words to her, the maiden facing Hades. His claw coming down at her, Valor rushing forward, colliding his katana into the attack. Pushing against the Dark Lord, crashing ice into the fearsome azure fire. Struggling against the foe, this hatred forcing down on him.
"Your struggles are pointless!" the Lord of Darkness' great determination.
A beast gaining the advantage on him, the deity slowly moving back. His shattering weapon, the god's shaking eyes. A dragon constantly growing more powerful, his attention on the reason.
Steadily moving away, Hades instantly striking the deity. Valor flying to a nearby wall, hitting his back on it. Falling to the floor, his immense pain, trying to focus his eyes on the problem at hand.
"Valor!" Maria worryingly calling out.
A turning situation, this grim problem on the two. The young woman looking to their troublesome enemy, her rising sentiments. Unable to pinpoint the reason, these flowing through her.
Hades spreading azure fire, surrounding her in its might. Homing in his claw on her, bursting through the flames. Crashing Reviver into it, a weapon crying out, blanketing the area in a pure light. That staff calling out to one from old, the steadily clearing energy.
Two halves lying on the floor, Cyra and Rose, both struggling on the ground. Valor rising to his feet, his focusing vision. Noticing the two, one of innocence, another of malice. The maiden slowly standing up, this disorienting situation.
"Ugghh...what the...?" holding the side of her head.
Her attention on the death angel, those black feathery wings. Observing her surroundings, her weapon nowhere. The god standing there, his slightly wide eyes. One from the past, seeing her true state.
Not witnessing it for a long time, memories to his mind. Two meeting underneath a tree, her soft smile. A person standing in front of him, leaning a bit to him, her guiding hand setting his direction.
The deity moving towards her, a chance still existing in their dire situation. An entity betting on the smallest chance, one able to bring forward a miracle.
"Cyra!" Valor calling out, running to her.
"You just won't die, will you?" Frustration growing inside of Hades.
"Valor...what is...? What is going on...?" taking a step back.
Her attention on her hands, shifting it to her body. This gold armor on her, sentiments flowing through her. These frighteningly swelling emotions, one from the deepest abyss showing herself once more. Both hearing the Dark Lord's heavy steps, little time with them.
The god's mind on a way to quell the problem, hope residing with the young woman. An individual rising again, those eyes, her armor. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, one persevering through the harshest despair.
"There is no time. You must find your weapon, and you must remember your past." His desperate voice.
One from old with them again, her memories in a seal. A god betting on her feverish solve, an individual able to ascend to her challenges, surpassing her foes.
An entity damning innumerable long ago, yet guiding many with her soft heart. Valor gripping his left arm in pain, hope filling him. His blood dripping to the floor, his slowly fading energy.
"I will not leave you here!" her refusal.
"It's too late..." Lowering his head.
"Any last words?" Hades proud voice.