Tormenting years, two separating. Yearning for days of the past, living in loneliness. A former elite of the church, someone searching deeper. Unraveling mysteries, an innocent person bringing this to her attention. Failing to defend their ideals, a leader spinning a narrative. An enemy of the young woman, another a sacrifice towards Armand's wish. Those cold walls, a faint light above. That maiden residing there, waiting for her opportunity. Death claiming her, signing a contract. Breaking free from her restraints, discovering of a plan. Desiring to save her partner, proceeding in her path. Shouting her soul, clashing against those from old. Everything towards her direction, eventually finding herself before a man.

That person sullying their beliefs, not standing for this. Refusing to give in, not allowing Elina to be a tool of his delusion. Evolving, meeting her challenge, surpassing him. A descending goddess, little time remaining. High sentiments, not relenting. Unleashing what is within, claiming victory. Her late arrival, parting words from her companion. Another contract, a message behind it, two in the arms of one another again. A year going by, that morning sun shining down. A town in view, some grass around. Buildings along the sides, intersecting paths. Shops in sight, some people about. That hazel one walking in, her azure eyes on this scene. Her grey ribbon flowing in the breeze, that crimson top, a black dress wrapping below.

"All we can do is find our place, is that not right, Isa...?" faintly smiling, gazing above.

Endless conflict, a realm of misery and war. Never dying sentiments, those clashing against each other. Natural feelings, these connecting points. Selfishness guiding the way, finding their place, living their best life. Freeness in the wind, that young woman residing in the vastness. Her watchful gaze on this innocent individual, constantly ensuring her safety. Protecting her, allowing her to proceed in her own path. The hazel one's attention ahead, moving forward. Sounds from people, a mixture of emotions.

Niceness in this, colorful expressions. Nearly losing this, one grasping it. Becoming an enemy to countless, her presence in the shadows. That pure one, memorable days to her heart. Strongly carrying what is inside, her firm direction. Coming upon a hotel, this large structure. A sign welcoming many, displays depicting their attractions. Entering this place, stepping onto the lobby. Plants lining parallel to each other, tables on opposite ends. Brilliantly shining tiles, guests and others about. Continuing onward, shortly standing at the front desk. A man residing behind it, his blonde hair, a dark suit on him.

"Pardon me, but I have a client waiting here, Elina is my name." That hazel one placing her card in front of the person.

Unable to live in a town, her little time there. Enjoying it once more, cherishing it with another. An enemy of her, one associating with a demon. Ill sentiments, influence from the church still remaining. Their powerful grip, a saddening actuality. Continuing her services, venturing far. Threats in the night, desiring to make it it a place of safety. Her abilities to do so, answering requests. This aiding her, jobs providing wealth. Her intention in mind, wanting a home for two. That man picking up her card, his attention on his computer screen. Scrolling through the list, confirming her, soon returning it.

"You can find him to your right, near the window." That person pointing in the direction.

"Thank you." Brightly smiling.

Difficulties of life, fineness with it. Relishing in its endlessness, these true feelings. Unlikeliness in a meeting, two encountering underneath the light of the crimson moon. A miracle in this, both leading different lives. Their intersecting paths, their developing bond. Deep sentiments, cherishing one another. Memories to her mind, these to her heart. Facing to her right, gazing at the window towards the back. A man sitting there, drinking a cup of tea. His black suit, his brown hair and eyes. Moving ahead, shortly standing before him.

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"Sir Grantz, am I correct?" holding down her hands.

"Ah yes, and Elina. I care not for your reputation, the question is if you can get the job done." His attention to her, placing his tea on the table.

"The night is filled with a heavy amount of azure energy, that in which requires purification. I can assure you, it will be done." Assuring him, her serious expression.

"Good, to cut things short. Head to the Rosario Garden, and find the altar. The highest point of influence is there, so purifying at that point should solve the issue." Positioning his arms in a thinking posture.

A night of tragedy, that enormous battle. An evening filling with azure, one opposing the rationality of others. Evolving, meeting her challenge, unleashing a devastating force. Damning countless, desiring to save one. This conflict upon them, fierce enemies after dark. Not wishing for the suffering of others, understanding this helplessness. Her path in surviving, progressing in her own way. True sentiments, her pure heart. Believing in betterment, her shining ray of hope. Light in the deepest of darkness, this forever remaining.

"I guess it is a bit early, why not join me for a cup of tea while we discuss some things?" making an offer.

"That is fine, you have my thanks." Her hands behind her back, faintly grinning.

Venturing far, providing aid. Making her way, a requirement in this. Her goal in mind, a year in doing this. Effectiveness of her, efficiently performing. Stress at times, one in the shadows. Traveling from one place to the next, disheartening of it. Assisting others, niceness in this. Tragedy constantly in play, this never stopping.

Those over the years, each rising in a time of crisis. Persisting in their own way, desiring what is within. These natural feelings, embracing in its bliss. Enemies of them, those finding a place for themselves. Sitting across from the man, a cup of tea shortly before her. Lifting it with both her hands, sipping on it. Enjoying its blend of flavors, gazing at that one in front of her.

"Ever since your freedom a year ago, you have been everywhere. I assume it is because you could not stay at your home." The man adding sugar to his tea.

"Yeah...so, I am trying to find a new one." Her saddening vision below.

"And I guess no one is gonna bat an eye at the fact, that the church basically intended for genocide at the worst." Grantz lifting his cup, sipping on it.

"It might not be for a long time, but I am sure one day they will appreciate this defiance against them." Her attention to the window, slightly smiling.

Observing this, a pure individual. Not despising others, finding a new way forward. Admiring this trait, mildly smiling. Infinite in mysteries of the worlds, differences in numerous. Blending together, countless possibilities at hand. A lesson from one of old, her powerful resolve. Stepping on the domain of the gods, shouting her soul. Refusing to relent, spreading her wings, soaring in the vastness. Few in awareness on her existence, numerous believing her to be a legend. This not mattering, her constantly shining presence.

"Once you do find a new home, what will you do?" setting down his tea.

"I will continue my efforts, but in a smaller way. This conflict will never end, but what I can do...is find my place, and live my best life." Brightly grinning at him.

"Heh...I couldn't say it any better myself." Looking away a bit.

A never ending war, pointlessness in it. Problems constantly coming, those opposing one another. Seeking after what is within, criticalness at times. Few going beyond, yearning to bring this to a close. Methods in place, believing in their path. Enforcing influence, dictating the lives of others. Branding numerous enemies, molding a perspective. One rising in these moments, refusing to relent. Shouting their souls, becoming an enemy to innumerable. This forever existing, a repetitive cycle. Accepting it, discovering a place for themselves, relishing in their happiness.

Hearts feverishly resisting, tackling their challenges, speaking what is within. Passing time, night coming to the scene. That hazel one finding herself at the Rosario Garden, its marvelous scenery. Bushes lining a path, a labyrinth of it. Trees on each part, fountains detailing between them. High gates, flowers circling the area. Residing in this place, gazing at the moon above. Its crimson light shining down below, beauty within its chilling presence. That azure light floating around, its thick energy. This immense pressure, howling in the distance.

"I wonder where you are, hopefully you are safe..." Depressingly sighing, her hand to her cheek.