Sentiments throughout time, those feverishly pursuing their path. Shouting what is inside, never backing down. Crushing tragedy, screaming voices.

Tears in a lonely abyss, many inside its vastness. Tormenting agony, endless conflict. Lessons from one, breaking her bindings.

Freely soaring, refusing to relent. Stepping on the domain of the gods, an attack wrapping around the worlds.

Simpleness of her deepest desire, reaching for the faintest light. One once part of the church, understanding this. Imprisonment for four years, death claiming her.

Forming a demon contract, learning of her companion's dilemma. Her displaying rage, clashing against former allies.

Setting lands ablaze, terrorizing numerous. One in her mind, racing against the clock. Those days branding on her, now living a better life.

Sunlight shining down on a small town, inhabitants about. Stores along the corners, intersecting roadways.

A young woman walking on the side, her long white hair. Her crimson and gold vision, a dark coat reaching below.

Her short black jeans, belts crossing opposite to one another. A dark top, her noble cape similar in color, extending down from the lower half of her back. Her pale skin, this contract upon her.

Giving up her humanity, breaking out of the Prison Island. Ravaging lands, her unending fury. Desiring to bring one back into her arms, awareness on the price.

Not caring for it, holding onto the smallest chance. Her feverish emotions, failure in her path. Losing one to her heart, that entity appearing once more.

Rewarding her efforts, gratefulness for this. The young woman finding her way to a cafe, tables outside.

Some people enjoying a cup of tea, others hanging around. Entering into this establishment, stairs leading down. A room filling with tables, a counter at the front.

"Yo! Isa!"

Her attention towards the back, a researcher waving at her. His brown hair, his ashen eyes. Glasses on him, wearing a white suit, a cup of tea in front of him.

Friends of them, meeting in this town. Wanting her as his assistant, refusing in this. A reason for it, an answer crushing him.

Accepting it, an unbreakable bond. Moving in his direction, passing the many people. Some glancing in the direction, a demon amongst them.

Unsettling at first, eventually calming with her presence. Bringing demise to Armand, shaking the world. That devil confronting the man, shortly sitting across from him.

"You are not causing Elina trouble, are you?" Isa folding her arms.

"Just a cup of tea here and there, I ain't insane enough to order her specials." Lloyd sighing.

"True..." Paleness from the young woman.

A pure individual, a heart filling with love. Two meeting underneath the light of the bleeding moon, an unlikely encounter.

Streaming waves, souls moving along in its vastness. Breaking away from the rest, setting their own direction.

Not wishing to let go, growing closer over the passing time. Two once serving the church, doing so in their own way. Their intersecting lives, their powerful bond.

Rising to their challenges, tackling their conflicts. A demon relishing in her current life, carving her own way forward. Interesting difficulties these days, her partner's cooking one of them.

"That dilemma aside, I figured I would get in contact with you due to the amount of azure energy as of late." Resting his hand on the table.

"I am aware of it, but whoever is doing this is concealing their location from me." Positioning her arms in a thinking posture.

Living in this endless life, continuing in its vastness. Paving this way, becoming an enemy. Her current path, accept it.

Taking on the hatred of numerous, few extending a warm hand. Those feverish sentiments, a connecting point.

Wanting to maintain this home, a place for two. Mysteries of the worlds, those in its tides. Crying stars, shouting their souls.

Opposing one another, these natural emotions. An enemy ignoring her influence, challenging her in this game of chance.

A race against time, their increasing activities. Considering points of interests, having to narrow down possibilities.

"I have been doing a bit of digging, and I strongly believe their location is at the cemetery." Folding his arms, his attention a bit away.

"Is that so? Fine then, I will trust your finding, not like I have anything better to go off of." Resting her arm back on the chair.

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A heart once serving the church, believing in their path. Never questioning their authority, proceeding down this belief.

Embracing these ideals, powerfully carrying them. Meeting one of innocence, this setting a different direction. Trusting in her, looking further.

Unraveling some mysteries, confronting their leader. Defeat coming to her, her imprisonment for four years. Breaking free from her confinement, rampaging in her despair.

Still holding onto those teachings, not allowing anyone to sully it. This still shining within her, her gaze shifting to her right.

Witnessing the opening of a door from afar, Elina walking out. A black and red uniform on her, her flowing hazel hair.

That grey ribbon at the back of her head, those azure eyes. Brightness from her, relishing in this joy, one after another speaking to her. Her steadily trailing vision, seeing Isa and Lloyd.

"Someone like her, I guess even I can shoulder being an enemy." That researcher sipping his tea.

"If it means she can live the life she wants, then I do not mind." Isa slightly looking away, faintly smiling.

One ruling the night, many avoiding her partner. Fearing to draw the attention of this Iconoclast, another amongst them.

Her ventures over a year, engraving her image into countless. Few stepping beyond, ignoring her warning.

A terrible end coming to them, her black soul. Bringing demise in the wake of her despair, crushing the hopes of innumerable. Pushing through towards a better morrow, bearing the weight of her sins.

Approaching movements, shifting her vision in the direction. Elina standing before her, brightly smiling, setting down a cup of tea in front of her.

"Do not overwork yourself now." Isa softly grinning at her.

"You worry too much. If anything, I should be telling you that." Elina stepping back, firmly holding down her hands.

Separating for years, hoping for her companion's safety. Enduring cruelty, her developing abilities. An approaching Azure Night, learning of her partner's freedom.

This one unleashing her soul, clashing against her former allies. Her willingness to trample on her past, seeking one to her heart. Not giving in, many surpassing her rank.

This not mattering, rising to her challenges. Connecting countless hearts, a linking bond. Powerfully carrying this, confronting their former leader at the Temple of Seres.

Once a weapon in pieces, reforging herself. Reaching for her deepest desire, never stopping in her path.

A man walking in, standing at Elina's side. Someone in his thirties, a black suit on him. His yellow hair, those violet eyes.

"Good to see ya Lloyd, but who might this be?" folding his arms, glancing to the young woman.

"This is Isa, my fiancée." Elina pleasantly informing him.

"Ah, so this is Isa. Nice to meet ya, I'm Luis." Brightness from him.

"Likewise." Faintly smiling at him.

Smallness of life, going above its grasp. Making her own path, still carrying her ideals. Desiring for a conclusion to the endless conflict, difficulty in doing so.

Acknowledging the original Iconoclast's direction, the reason for her actions. Seeking after simpleness, shattering an eternal cycle.

Creating infinite possibilities, those holding the cards in their hands. Making the best of their situations, circumstances dictating their course.

Hearts seeking freedom, not allowing for anyone to bind them. Common emotions, feverish resolves. These flowing sentiments, embracing in this pureness.

"I'm telling ya, Elina is great for business. So what do ya say, want to join full time?" Luis smiling at the hazel one, his hand on her shoulder.

"I told you, that this is temporary. I am just helping a friend." Turning to the man, closing in her arms, pouting at him.

"What a shame, you are like a magnet for business..." Hanging himself in defeat.

Hearts once binding, unable to reach the other. Drowning in a lonely abyss, its never ending harshness.

Forcing against this, opposing the reason of others. Not backing down, carving their own way forward. Believing in the smallest possibilities, reaching for the faintest light.

Two working from afar, supporting one another. No matter of the difficulties, enduring its cruelty. An opportunity coming, spreading their wings, soaring free.

This actuality before them, these nice individuals. Laughter filling the room, relishing in this bliss.

"Sorry boss, Elina is like a bird, she constantly goes from one place to the next." Lloyd propping his arms behind his head, smiling at him.

"Indeed, this is just her, someone full of life." Isa turning to them, resting her arm on the table.

"Sooner we deal with this problem, the happier everyone will be." That researcher gesturing his hand to them.

Tormenting days, once in imprisonment. Holding onto the tiniest hope, enduring torture. One in the young woman's mind, desiring for times of the past.

Death claiming her, refusing to remain in silence. Forming a demon contract, changing her body. An opportunity in her hands, finally seeing the light at the end of the abyss.

Diving into the vastness, racing in its loneliness. A price to pay, her heart knowing this. Not caring about it, feverishly pursuing her path.

Believing in the unlikely, grasping at the slimmest chance. That Iconoclast rewarding her actions, her current life, maintaining it.

"Elina! Sorry to bother, can I get another cup over here?!" a young man joyously calling out from across the room.

"Of course! Just a moment!" happily turning, waving at him.

Always doing her best, this never changing. A pure individual, one filling with love. Cherishing her beliefs, still carrying those ideals.

Her small actions, this brightly reflecting. That hazel one heading off, those watching her. Embracing in simpleness, not needing anything more.

Many accepting them in this town, grasping this life. Steadily improving it, enjoying the process. Three observing the display, the innocent one tending from one to the next.

Conversing with them, drawing in more attention. Sundown coming, Isa and Lloyd outside of the shop. Elina coming out, her dark coat. Her red shirt, a black dress wrapping below.

"Sorry for the wait." Standing before them, her hands behind her back.

"You had a long day, you should head home and rest." Isa's hand on her waist, her light expression.

Witnessing this day, one never stopping. Continuously performing, a tiring experience. Some less desirables, that innocent one shouldering much.

Living four years in captivity, unable to go beyond. Limitation on her expression, yearning for the outside away from her torment.

This actuality before her, embracing in its freedom. Efforts of two, those finding their way back to one another. Opposing the rationality of others, shouting their souls.

Not giving in, spirits dancing in the wind. This gentle breeze, few moving around. The hazel one confronting her partner, her hands on her waist.

"We are a team Isa, I cannot go home knowing that you are in danger out there. Even more, my abilities will be quite helpful." Frowning at her.

Tackling their challenges together, complementing one another. The concerning young woman, once part of the church.

Performing jobs out in the field, awareness on the possibilities. Wishing for her companion's safety, this one persisting.

Developing herself, two once working apart. This to her attention, yet unable to stem these emotions. Losing her twice, not wanting to think of a third.

Understanding her direction, that devil glancing to Lloyd. His hand at the back of his head, facing away from them. An occurrence not involving him, a situation between those two.

"Alright...but you had a long day. Wait until I give the signal to come in." Her gentle gaze on Elina.

"Very well..." That hazel one softly smiling, her hands behind her back.