I will keep going, no matter how many I have to slay. If it means I can bring about order, to see my dream through to its conclusion.
High above the heavens, a flowery field spreading far underneath the crimson light. A palace in ruin not far, the demon in front of the death angel.
These two meeting in a distant place, taking in the gentle breeze. Petals flowing in the wind, Rose floating above the land, sternly looking at her foe.
"The other half of the Iconoclast, a true test to myself. Once you fall, she will be next!" swinging out his arm.
"I will not let you anywhere near her." Rose extending her scythe afar.
Two close like sisters, their eternal link with one another. A powerful bond connecting them, the old days forever with Rose.
An individual not allowing anyone to harm Cyra, standing as a shield in the way for them. Expanding her black wings, raining her dark feathers across the field.
Hastily bursting onward, the two colliding throughout the place. The death angel instantly curving up, evading an attack. Quickly rebounding from afar, firing dark spears at her enemy.
Aswald slashing away at them, immediately racing forward. The two clashing, their weapons pressing against each other.
"On the first moon, you both selfishly pursued your path, bringing ruin to Midgard. You are no better than her." His sharp tone.
"I will not deny it. There are many wrongs I have done, but Cyra. No matter how much she suffer, that stubborn fool always have a way to make things better. It is her possibility that brought forward this future!" slamming her scythe into him.
Aswald sliding back on his feet, feeling the death angel's powerful resolve. Shaking away the impact, instantly spinning around the spears coming at him.
His moving feet, leaping above. His sword over his other shoulder, locking onto his foe. Diving at the death angel, colliding into them. A powerful wave spreading, shredding the field, flowers scattering everywhere.
"A future brought upon by her own selfish desires! On the second moon years before, she kept going, bringing the worlds to the brink of ruin! Never stopping, dragging everyone into her whirlpool of anguish!" his loud voice.
Pressing down at her, shortly connecting a kick across Rose's face. The other half flying afar, soon spreading her wings, instantly firing down malefic swords. These stabbing into the land, the demon leaping around the attacks, racing to her.
"And even then! She took on the burden, and sealed herself away! While she suffered, everyone else lived off of her tragedies. She has known sorrow, it is why she can reach others so well!" Rose diving to her enemy.
Two colliding hearts in the darkness, each powerfully sounding their souls. Connecting into one another throughout the field, refusing to quietly remain. Their backs shortly facing each other, the devil glancing back to her.
"The third moon would come around years later, and still she would not stop. Showing the worlds her true sinister color, going as far as to damn the realms. Her power stretching far, stripping away countless lives." The devil frowning a bit.
"It is true, her power spilled out, releasing her despair in her soul. Despite this, she chose to become the enemy, so that everyone can have a future away from the gods. A future of endless possibilities." Rose's hand to her chest.
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"Still you defend her, I wonder if it is because you're her other half." The man looking ahead.
"No, it is because I have experienced it with her, we were both once one being." The death angel's eyes above.
Never ending sorrow, a devil powerfully pushing through her direction. An individual connecting many hearts, uniting them against a common enemy.
These many with the Iconoclast, Aswald refusing to give in. The two quickly turning, Rose crashing her twin blades into the man, spilling blood in the distance.
Aswald enduring it, ramming his red palm into the death angel. Unleashing the great force, sending her sliding back on her feet.
"I suppose that makes sense. No matter, then came the fourth moon. Letting a madman run free, and ultimately once again bringing ruin to all the worlds. How can you keep defending this?" slightly turning his head, scowling at her.
"Is it so wrong to want a normal life? You keep painting her as some tyrant, but in reality. She is someone who has touched the hearts of many, and so they came back to give aid to her. That is what a family does, that is what we are to her. Ruin may have come, but a new future, a new miracle was given." Rose directing her bade at him.
An entity's never ending actions, someone connecting countless hearts. These purely flowing feelings, white lights spreading in the field.
Aswald shaking his head in disbelief, rushing onward. Rose meeting him in kind, the two colliding through the field.
The demon quickly rushing behind her, slamming his fist into her back. Unleashing a massive black wave, sending her flying afar. The death angel hitting the ground, soon pushing up to her knee.
"Don't give me that, there are no excuses! After came the fifth moon, she just watched as a world fell apart. Leaving it to another, rather than doing something herself. It is always about her, what benefits her in the end!" Swinging out his arm.
"I won't deny that, but would you rather a war come due to her? It would be a lot worse if she was involved." Rose rising to her feet.
"And is that not enough reason to get rid of her?" frowning at his enemy.
"And ignore all she has done? No, that would be too short sighted."
The Iconoclast's valuable allies, these friends putting themselves on the line, refusing an enemy to draw closer to her. Aswald feeling their sentiments, opposing their will against him.
The man harshly stomping on the ground, soon bursting through. Swiftly swinging his blade, narrowly passing the death angel's face.
Rose slipping around the attacks, quickly colliding her blades into her target. Imprinting a sigil on her foe, shortly kicking him afar. The powerful force binding him in the air, his furious vision on her.
"Short sighted you say? I wish for a future without the anguish she causes. The sixth moon would come around, where she lets a cycle continuously go on. A goddess reincarnating, breaking the natural law. Though more so, her test that kept two away from the other. Everything she does, it causes nothing but sorrow."
A deity constantly reincarnating, trying to bring her brother back into her arms. Someone eventually meeting a pure person, both unable to freely embrace the other.
A test for them, withstanding the anguish at the depths of their souls. Aswald's harshly flowing malice, shattering the bindings on him, soon landing on his feet.
"But are they not now with each other? She took on another burden, and gave them the chance to truly be together. Her methods can be strange, but her heart has always been soft, it was why she allowed the process. She knew what it was like, but had to act in a certain way to prevent a war." Rose merging her swords into a long blade.
"Then, how do you answer the seventh moon? When she tore away the humanity of one, and allowed them to rampage, creating another Iconoclast?" a sigh leaving him.
"Maybe you can answer that yourself. If you had the chance to save the one you loved, wouldn't you pay any price? She merely gave the chance, which also prevented her from descending and causing a greater problem." Rose slightly smiling at him.
"Heh, maybe. Even so, it all links back to her. She is the cause, and I will eliminate her." Spreading his stance.
Two souls accepting their differences, rushing forward to one another. Aswald slipping around Rose's attack, striking through her, spilling blood in the distance. Black chains wrapping around her, binding her in place. A negative void surrounding her, dark spears approaching her.
"This is it for me, but it won't be my end..." The death angel closing her eyes.
Rin sadly looking at the colliding attack, witnessing the devastating release. Aswald soon standing still, his vision to the spreading black light in the air, pounding his fist to his chest.
I'm sorry, but I must keep going. Order will come, and hopefully a better future. Iconoclast, I will not deny the good you have done, but you are the sole cause of these problems. Your fate has caught up to you, and now I will lay you to rest after concluding a few matters.