The nearing foe, their attack closing in. This sharp pain, their hand flying above. Swiftly striking their skull, splitting it in half. Her back facing the remaining two, glaring at them.

Dabria rushing into the church, locking it from within. Blood soaking the ground, two there. This bending reality, her extending influence.

Halting their actions, unease from them. Not allowing for this mockery, bursting through. Three dashing down the stairs, enemies colliding into the young woman. Their moment in mind, striking through her.

Blood splashing to the land, blackness repairing her injuries. One turning pain into power, rising to her challenges. This overwhelming rage, blasting them away.

That innocent one in the church, concerning for her companion. Not coming out, believing in the goddess. Her attention on the room, this pitiful state. A place once of worship, enjoying it long ago.

Meeting the goddess, their growing bond. Cherishing those memories, an attack taking everything away. Movements in the shadows, shifting her attention to a corner. A man in black walking out, her widening eyes.

"When dealing with a deity, it is important to find weak points, and exploit them." Approaching the hazel one.

"Wh—why are you doing all of this...? It cannot be just for your supposed stopping all conflicts." Slowly moving away from him.

"That is part of it, but more importantly. If we can command the goddess' power, then everything bends to our whim. With you, I am quite certain she will be willing to do anything for your safe return, not wanting to risk another reset." His hands behind his back.

A purpose in their direction, yearning to grasp everything in their hands. A vulnerable point in the goddess, acting on it.

A bargaining piece, those learning of this. Planning their course, steadily testing the waters. An aligning moment, their time to act. Three outside, that goddess on her side.

Her offhand forward, thinking on situation. Coordination in their actions, multiple targeting her partner.

Her widening gaze, glancing behind. This church of the trap, a pattern in their movements. Dragging out the battle, needing time.

Facing away, rushing to the building. Foes pursuing her, three clashing in this madness. Flying sparks, flipping over them.

Gaining some distance, fire launching at her. Tilting her body, the attack passing her. Colliding into the side, violently exploding.

"I was right, they are trying to keep me away from the church...hold on, Dabria..." Scowling from her.

From the beginning they have been coordinated, I should have seen this coming...

Continuing her direction, one in her mind. Not foreseeing this, her hasty heart. Running along her dark path, two pursuing her.

Dashing in front of her, their approaching weapons. Forcing onward, spinning through, her rapid kicks.

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Sending those weapons above, this moment to her. Lunging forward, breaking into blackness. Sweeping through, crushing their bodies.

Their echoing screams, blood splashing on the surroundings. Concentrating malevolence, that young woman taking form, those bodies lifelessly falling below.

Immediately hurrying along, nearing the door. Crashing through it, entering into the church. None there, the young woman shaking at this.

"There is only one place they can go." Running towards the back.

An event from old, those attacking Inai. A girl racing to the church, finding a hideout. Enemies trapping her below, poison steadily sapping her energy.

Those parting words, certainty in this place. Her quickly beating chest, retracing those steps. Arriving behind a statue, a path below. Not stopping, descending the stairs.

The long direction, many figures along the way. Racing down this blackness, shortly seeing two from ahead.

The statue of Desdemona, two parting in this area. That hazel one in the man's grasp, his weapon at her throat.

"A—Ava..." Dabria fearfully shaking.

"Not another move goddess, we have some bargaining to do." Faintly smiling at her.

"What do you want?" scowling at him.

One remaining, her partner in his grasp. Her hasty heart, thinking on possibilities. Needing time, this enemy having demands.

Requiring a moment, this unfavorable situation. Planning from five, those commanding the board. Efforts towards this point, the young woman evaluating the area.

Pieces to play, this risk to take. Standing in this abyss, her companion dangling on an edge. Unable to reach her, death claiming her before.

That nightmare, cruelness on display. These rising emotions, steadying herself. Glaring at the person ahead, this one pointing at her.

"First off, I want you to bring back those you killed. After that, we will continue with our negotiations." Tightening his grip on Dabria.

"Agh!"

This request from him, connecting the line. A solution presenting itself, this shining moment. Requiring the rest, a purpose in all of them.

Moving forward her hand, a white energy escaping her. Washing over the area, bending reality. Four emerging from the shadows, standing behind her.

That last one motioning his arm, urging them over. Walking onward, her eyes on them. Her sharp gaze, awaiting her moment.

These ones stopping behind the man, his attention on her. These mutating enemies, one lunging forward.

Biting the person's arm, their wide eyes. Dropping his weapon, another crushing down on his neck, his echoing screams.

Releasing Dabria, that hazel one rushing onward. Running behind her partner, watching the horrific scene. Allies tearing away at him, covering her mouth with her hands.

"I am not one to be negotiated with." The goddess facing her companion.

Shrilling from the man, his muffling sounds. Covering her partner from the sight, leading them away from this.

A goddess willing to be extreme, protecting one to her heart. An ending to this madness, quietness from the two.

Heading down the long path, making their way up the stairs. Moving through the ruinous church, soon arriving outside.

This chilling night, that bleeding moon shining down its light. Horrors after the setting sun, fiends not approaching.

Standing in this place, memories with them both. That lavender one walking up to Ava's side, looping her arm around her companion's own.

"This place is still my home, but now I have a new one. We have a new one." Smiling at the young woman.

"Yeah...let us head home, everyone must be worried sick at this point." Grinning at Dabria.

Tormenting memories, this binding her in place. Unable to move on, her partner assisting her, that pure individual believing in the goddess.

Failing to save them, rewriting actuality. Enemies acting in this moment, creating a nightmarish reality.

Another chance to this deity, putting a close to some insecurities. Proceeding down her path with this innocent one, two heading onward.

This slowly changing realm, whiteness blanketing it. Creating her own way, bringing another with her. This of their direction, relishing in the presence of one another.

For years those events haunted me. Constantly wondering how she can smile at me, getting lost in my own despair. Once again, Dabria being there, pulling me from this blackness. Let us go home, to our life.

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