An eternally haunting mistake, these sentiments forever branding on Desdemona. Losing everything in the madness, her desperation to find one.

The many passing years, a grand deity in a low world again. Someone searching for her younger brother, yet also seeking out another in the vast stream, these two precious ones to her heart.

Ava finding herself in the black abyss, her vision on Dabria. The girl shining her light, revealing a wasteland. Bodies lining for miles, planes in pieces, tanks and helicopters as well.

Bombs and mines useless against the deity, flamethrowers and shells from weapons scattering in the area. The goddess underneath the bleeding light, her heavy pressure crushing innumerable.

"Now then, I am going to torture each and every one of you until you tell me where my adorable little brother is..." Ava softly smiling, her sinister grin.

A message engraving into her mind, keeping her eye on her destination. Striking terror into her enemies, tearing them apart in a raging storm. Her slow movements, scraping her malefic blade along the earth.

Binding her foes in negativity, her cold eyes on them. Torturing one after the next, unable to get an answer from them. Agony filling her ears, the deity cutting away at them bit by bit.

"None will stop me from getting back to my brother, so you better start talking!" her furious voice.

Their shrilling sounds, a great being unleashing her malice, forcing through her many foes. Shortly standing in a mountain of bodies, lives no more than in pieces. A heart awakening to what is within, playing a similar game with her enemies.

Someone stringing countless corpses, hacking away at her enemies, none providing answers. Ava's steadily opening eyes, the sun shining into the room. That clear incident to her, the event after escaping her confinement.

Many chasing after her, trying to bring her back to her prison. An entity refusing to go back, revealing her true state to them. A person torturing innumerable, yet none sparing information on her brother.

Ava soon hearing a beeping sound from her phone, the young woman sitting up in bed. Reaching over, grabbing her device. Dabria awakening, sleepily rubbing her eyes, shortly yawning.

The girl rising up, her attention on it. Their visions on the recording, the maiden playing it. Sera heavily breathing, the woman looking at the screen. Some objects in the back, that dark area, unease from the goddess and her companion.

"Ava, I do not know how much time I have left, just know this is an emergency program. Dale...that principal from Avalon High, he is the one targeting you. I tried to keep it to myself, wanting to protect you. Yet that was foolish, right now they are hunting me down. He speaks of something about wanting a new world, that only you can rewrite it. It is crazy...I know. Still...that is how it is. Hey...I wanted you and Dabria to know something. Better to say it now than never. You two...really felt like my own kids. I truly enjoyed our time together—"

"—Grab her!" a man shouting.

"D—dammit!"

"No!" Dabria covering her mouth, horror in her eyes.

"S—Sera...!" Ava trembling.

I sat there, looking on in terror at this. Those people grabbing her, her phone dropping to the ground. Shortly hearing her screams, those noises that can only come from weapons cutting away at the flesh...

Two shaking at the situation, a horrific thing to their visions. A motherly figure to them, that close friend to their hearts. Crashing sounds, hearing her screams.

Some blood splashing by the screen, parts from the woman's body landing on the side. The video ending, both lowering their heads. Ava clenching her fist in anger, the hazel one's hands to their chest, tears flowing from the deity and girl.

"Around every end...it never stops! I...I'll find this bastard, and rip out his lungs...!" Ava furiously punching the wall.

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"Selica...now Sera...? Why is this happening, just why...?" Dabria gripping her arms.

"I—I...wish I can tell you, but I do not know..." The entity's heavy heart, her sorrowful eyes.

This has to be some kind of nightmare...yet, there is no denying what was in that video. You were one of the only ones I could trust Sera, now...now you are gone as well...

An enemy in the shadows, one targeting the maiden, wishing to maximize the goddess' despair. A pure one to the deity's heart no more, their final effort. Giving onto the young woman information, passing along a meaningful message to two.

Both soon readying for the day, Ava dressing in a long black coat. Her jeans the same, a plain shirt on her. Dabria fashioning a short grey pants, wearing a sleeveless dark shirt. Those companions heading out, the maiden carrying her sword.

This quiet place to them, their weird surroundings. Some passing by, glancing in the two's direction. These people's creepy stare, animals doing the same, the still wind.

"Why is it...so quiet today...?" the hazel one uneasily holding her hands to her chest.

"Keep sharp..." Ava glancing around.

Eyes on them, movements trailing the two. Those no longer in the living, one at the center of it all. Their aim towards Desdemona, attacking others around the entity, increasing her despair. Ava soon ceasing her steps, her partner doing the same.

The deity extending her sword, looking to the enemies in robes surrounding them. Their eyes to the girl, Ava's attention on their direction. These rushing enemies, immediately swiftly launching an uppercut. The maiden slicing one in two, spilling the person's blood on the land, some hitting her.

Hands grabbing her companion, hearing their sounding voice. Instantly acting, rendering her palm in the enemy's face, hitting them to the ground. The deity's hasty movements, rushing through, severing the heads of the remaining two. Ava standing there, great fury in her.

The maiden turning to the one on the earth, soon making her way to him. Eventually finding a shed, tying the man to a chair, the person scowling at the young woman. The goddess folding her arms, glaring at him. Unease from Dabria, her attention on the process, the girl trying to stomach it.

"I already know you are targeting me, and want me to do something. You will tell me exactly what Dale is planning." Her cold voice on the person.

"And what makes you think I will talk, goddess?" smirking at her.

"Heh, you do not know me well, do you? I can make you wish you were dead, but never have the luxury of it." Faintly smiling at him.

An entity willing to commit atrocities, her black heart. Those aware on her methods, a person relentlessly pursuing her goal. Containing her pain, steadily proceeding along her path.

The uneasy man, his quickly beating chest. Ava extending her arm, negative energy flowing through. Tables materializing, many tools on them.

"Dabria...try not to look or listen. You know I do not want to expose you to this, but we are out of options here. Sera is dead, so we have no one else to rely on." Ava slightly looking away.

"Alright..." Her low mood, holding her upper arm.

A goddess yearning for Sera and Selica again, holding in her tears. An individual bottling her emotions, these steadily coming out in her fury.

Someone not wishing to involve her companion in her methods, yet a miserable realm washing away others in its madness. Ava reaching for a mallet, soon resting the man's hand on a table. Binding it there, sharply looking into his vision.

"Now then, willing to talk?" aiming the weapon over his hand.

"I don't know what he sees in you, a monster...that is what you are..." His hesitating voice.

"I know." Her gentle smile, smashing down on his finger.

His loud scream, Ava ignoring his pain. An entity surviving everyday, proceeding with her methods. Smearing her enemy's blood on the table and floor, his angry eyes to her. Dabria looking away, shakily holding her arms.

A goddess integrating into a simple life, her pure partner helping her do so. Foes steadily taking away her happiness, throwing her deeper into the raging storm in the abyss.

The man refusing to speak, that deity continuing her direction. A person devoting himself to his cause, hearing his shrills. Ava's increasing frustration, injecting him with a strange liquid, heightening his senses.

"If you want to know how I tortured my last victim, this is sort of the idea." Her hand on his cheek, softly smiling, her sinister grin.

"..." Whimpering from him.

"It can all end here, there is no need to suffer this torment for a cult that views you no more than a disposable commodity." Her piercing gaze.

"Okay-okay!" crying out.

The man's great fear of her, his foolish decision to target a deity, her words making sense to him. A goddess pursuing her direction, damning her enemies in her despair. Someone embracing her black heart, acting on her opportunity, a way to find her younger brother.

Dabria slightly settling, hesitantly looking at the scene. Blood on the ground, fingers no longer usable on the person. Tears in his eyes, a goddess instilling terror into him.

"It was Dale, he kidnapped your brother to lure you here! He...he was going on, about something of a new world, that only you can make it possible! He targeted your friends, to try and force you into your true state! Those demons as well, they were his doing. Using the souls of everyone or something for a greater plan. It is supposed to be going down tonight..." Desperately confessing.

"And where is Dillon?" her sharp voice.

"I don't know...we weren't shown, but I know he is somewhere in this town! That's all I know!" his hyper tone.

"I see..." Stepping back, extending her blade.

"W—wait! Stop!" pleading to her.

"I am not one to be negotiated with, should have thought twice before joining him." Glaring at the person.