Those riding along in an endless sea, unaware of others around them. Crossing paths, differences of many, circumstances determining their position. A miracle at times, these guiding sentiments. Meeting an innocent one, this bright individual. Strangeness at first, steadily adjusting. A girl lighting her way, bringing down her barrier. Their growing bond, cherishing each other. An action leading to their separation, these eternally branding emotions. Carrying it for years, a coming opportunity.

Acting on this, giving up her humanity, becoming a demon. Her deep hatred, her powerful resolve. Changing her body, anything for that pure person, wishing to share many words. Burning down lands, destroying lives. Committing atrocities, embracing her imperfections. Selfishness leading her onward, these natural feelings. Clashing against countless, those former allies. Once leading them, guiding them in her own way.

Not wanting this, proceeding in her path. Importance of one, none else mattering. Coldness from her, yet warmth still existing. Comrades with her, reaching some from her past, those aiding her. Confronting that leader, surpassing him. A message from Armand, this chilling situation. Not giving in, opposing a goddess. This Azure Night upon them, these swirling sentiments. Walking forward, residing from a distance. Standing on her side, sharply looking at her enemy.

"Iconoclast, will you truly damn this world. All for a single life?" her gentle tone.

"If that is what it takes for me to grasp what I want most, then yes, I will. Sometimes, it is okay to be selfish..." Her soft voice.

"And like the last, you are but the same..." Distantly looking away.

"Tell me Seres, if you were in my position. What would you do?" her hand to her to chest.

Sadness within, an aching heart. Shackling in chains, tormenting experiences over the years. Believing in her path, a blade for the church. Carrying those ideals, never questioning it. A pure individual, this one entering into her life. Widening her vision, bringing more to her attention. Freeing her from her shackles, those relishing in the presence of each other. Nearing her goal, wanting to live with the other again. Her harsh path, trampling on countless. Words to a goddess, two great beings before one another, this moment on them.

"It is difficult to say. Nonetheless, I am tasked with eliminating the endless amount of conflict in this world. This you will have to forgive me of." Gazing at the young woman.

"Then you will have to forgive my selfishness, I will not allow Elina to die." Her sharp tone.

Azure energy filling the night sky, that bleeding moon shining down its light. Two within the path of one another, both floating in an abyss of blackness. Each in their own direction, believing in their way. Understanding the other, refusing to back down. Hearts in this sadness, both wishing for an alternative. Unable to do so, their current standing. Forcing onward in it, their immense pressures. That extending claw, her vision on the entity ahead of her. This calm individual, the weapon-less deity. This tremendous weight, high emotions in the air.

Not giving in, a body pushing further than the last. Malevolence secreting from the young woman, divinity from that opponent. Bursting through, crashing against the other. Her arm against her enemy's hand, forcing against them. This compressing energy, shortly violently releasing. Whiteness shining through, blasting the maiden afar. Resisting her pain, her expanding wings. Flipping, touching down. Her claw piercing below, stopping her direction. Her attention on one at the end of this nightmare, evolving to meet her challenge. Her feverish heart, opposing this rationality.

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"Are you even willing to tread on the domain of the gods, just to fulfill your deepest desire? Is it worth this much to you?" Seres floating on her side, her eyes to the devil.

"More to me than anything. She deserves to live, far more than I do. She should not have to suffer for what I have done!" her loud voice.

"I—Isa..." Elina weakening.

A steadily fading light, one lying on the ground. A spell binding her within its grasp, this person not able to escape. Having to hold on, essentialness in it. Wanting to aid her partner, her immense pain. This azure light around them, a process almost at completion. Standing against the logicality of others, this deity before them. Taking into physical form, her strength not full. Two believing in their path, clashing against one another. Words to the goddess, these deep sentiments. Thinking for a bit, those flowing streams, that young woman fighting against it. Refusing to leave her companion behind, shouting her soul.

Wings afar, an enemy locking on. Appearing before the maiden, slamming down her palms. Rapidly releasing shockwaves, this enormous impact. Unleashing divinity, colliding her claw against it. Malice devouring the energy, its immense power. This crushing force, massively exploding. Smoke filling the area, that Iconoclast skidding against the ground. Her rising emotions, crashing her arm below, stopping her movements. Forcing to her feet, her violently secreting malevolence, glaring at the deity. This grand challenge, rising to it, her displaying heart.

"Is that why you changed your body?" her serious gaze.

"I could have died, but I did not. I became a demon, to save her. When I found out how much she suffered, it only drove me more." Isa’s solemn tone.

Irrational actions, humans embracing this. Differences of them, circumstances determining their direction. A goddess witnessing this over her years, unable to understand it. Never ceasing suffering, constantly engaging in it. Her role in ending this, one able to bring it into actuality. A challenge before her, an Iconoclast opposing her path. Those along an endless stream, a deity growing more powerful. Little time remaining, the thickening azure. Steadily fading hope, not accepting this outcome. The young woman’s harsh malevolence, her spreading blackness.

"I see now, using your malevolence to lessen my influence over Elina. Your devotion goes far, much like the original Iconoclast." Seres calmly looking at the demon.

"The path I am on now, I understand why the first Iconoclast did what she did. These simple feelings, it is something everyone carries. And much like everyone else, it is worth pursuing, no matter how common it is." Stepping forward, standing on her side.

"How common it is huh..."

Streaming waves, those riding along in its vastness. Differences of individuals, those connecting on some line. Opposing one another, clashing against each other. Seeking after what is within, selfishness guiding their path. Yearning to achieve what is inside, trampling upon lives. This endless conflict, a war throughout time. Their small existence, a large force together. Amazement in this, sharing these feelings. Words to the goddess, an entity understanding her. Two progressing in their own way, believing in their direction.

Approaching one another, clashing against the other. Flying through a black abyss, racing along a path of light. Each reaching for what is within, resisting the other. That young woman ascending far, her high claw, its massive shadowy form. Fiercely glaring at her foe, her descending arm, crashing down on this deity. Scarring the land, those below. Their hard efforts, evading magic. Pressing against swords, arrows piercing some. Allies giving support, placing their hopes and dreams in the hands of one. That entity on her knee, Isa landing from a distance.

"And if you succeed, you will have to pay the price for your contract. It will likely mean your separation either way, are you truly fine with this?" Seres rising to her feet.

"That thought always lingered in me, but I am fine. So long as Elina is safe, I can pay whatever it costs..." The maiden closing her eyes.

Awareness on this, a saddening situation. Wanting to bring one back into her arms, wishing to live those times of the past again. A possibility in it not happening, accepting it. Her path in going onward, embracing what is inside. Desiring to save her companion, a price not mattering. This instance upon her, a chance to grasp what is within. Nothing else mattering, a moment it may be, but that no less is enough. Words to speak, needing to say them. Opening her vision, gazing at that one ahead. Someone willingly walking down a path of nothingness, the goddess seeing their direction.

"I think I understand. Come Iconoclast, show me the end of your despair, this is something I will like to bear witness to myself." Her sharp voice.