The years of sins staining the soul, my own branding within me. Even still, I must keep going, to bring about order.
One traveling through the worlds, keeping a firm resolve at their core. An entity enduring the scars on their soul, feverishly pushing forward.
A large devil in black armor, his short white hair and velvet eyes. An individual underneath the starry light, feeling the cold breeze against him in the grassy plane.
"Desdemona, a goddess constantly reincarnating, setting her world in a new cycle over and over again. Stripping away so many lives, all to achieve one end." The man slightly looking away.
You will be a most troublesome one. The Iconoclast, your ties are quite strong, but they are not infallible.
A person seeking after one behind a nearly impenetrable wall, his eyes on the pieces to disabling each section. The demon walking forward, making his way across the land.
Eventually coming upon a shrine, folding his arms. Sharply looking at the pure glowing energy, feeling the powerful force grabbing at him.
"It won't be permanent, but by disrupting this little thing you put into place years ago Desdemona. Due to you being unable to control your power itself, you will lose whatever little control and be unable to call upon it." His slight smile.
Eternally branding years, a man pushing forward in his path. These many pieces on the chessboard, the main one shielding behind their countless walls.
The demon raising his hand, pulling up a digital system. Quickly accessing the data, his careful eyes on the points. Moving his hand, pushing the piece into place.
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Shortly witnessing the exerting energy, a white light washing over the field. The soon clearing energy, feeling a presence behind him.
"State your name and purpose." A mild voice to him.
"Aswald, and I suppose you are the defense Desdemona put into place." Turning to the being in white armor.
"Yes, why are you trying to disable her shrine. I guess better yet, how did you manage to get to this closed off realm?" their sharp tone.
"Similarly to how I bypassed this system, I did the same to get here. You can say, the world is comprised of code, knowing how to access it makes the difference." Extending his dark blade afar.
"And what is the purpose for you being here?" the being standing on their side, looking at him.
"To take out the Iconoclast's shields, to make them face up to the sins they have committed." Glaring at the entity.
Years forever with a demon, his wish to bring about the end to one's presence. To set things towards tomorrow, a future without a great devil's chains.
"Then you are aware, that I must stop you here." The entity directing a white sword at the man.
"I am, and I fully accept whatever is to come." His sharp vision on his enemy.
Two meeting underneath the crimson light, each having their own path to fulfill. Aswald's moving feet, striking at the enemy. His blade connecting into the being's own, shredding the area around him.
"What do you hope to accomplish by bringing more chaos?" the entity's serious tone.
"A world free from the Iconoclast, where lives do not have to be needlessly lost." Quickly slipping behind the foe.
These two clashing individuals, circling the other with great ferocity. The shining being ducking, narrowly avoiding the sword. Their hasty movements, slashing into the devil's back, spilling blood in the distance.
Aswald spinning around, evading the follow up, instantly piercing his blade through the back of the being. His furious vision on them, extending his offhand.
"It matters not how far I have to go, I will bring meaning to those that are no more. To what I have lost!" ramming his hand into his enemy.
The devil unleashing the great red force, blasting the being away, ripping away at them. Shortly standing still, his vision on the floating white lights to the sky.
Desdemona, you are but one piece. Only when I take down all barriers in my way, only then will I be able to get to the Iconoclast.