Words branding on the god, his shaking body. His wide gaze, not wishing to believe this. Two heading out earlier, not finding a trace of her.
Wondering on the reason, this one stringing them along. A message to him, his building fury. One residing far below, an area pooling with blood. Scattering corpses, lurking fiends.
A cross on a high hill, that devil on it. Her gold armor, Lævateinn in her chest. Weapons piercing through her, impaling her on it. Peace from her, her eyes not open.
Clashing against her foe, an enemy surpassing expectations. This of the result, hope still remaining with one.
Two deities against each other, clashing in the field above. Rain soaking the area, the thick scent. Those standing from a distance, Ugo aiming his blade onward.
Distorting the dimension, a void of nothingness. This compressing energy, its crushing feeling against Valor. Falling to his knee, his hateful eyes on the one ahead.
"Cyra Von Erit, she may have been grand. Though, not even she could escape judgment." His calm tone.
"Then you do not know her as well as I do. Even when I thought I would never see her again...she always surprised me. I will continue to believe, that she will make another appearance..." That god resisting the surrounding influence.
"Then you can take that sentiment to wherever she is..."
Times of old, those of differing worlds. A deity descending, meeting one from the land. A tall tree, that grassy field. Meaning within it, closing his vision, envisioning it. Wanting to go there again, his quickly beating chest.
Losing her multiple times, yet that companion constantly returning. Continuously falling, rising even stronger. Opposing the rationality of others, shouting her soul.
This faithful individual, believing in her. That divinely concentrating energy, its wide exertion, brilliantly shining through.
Warmth enveloping him, steadily opening his eyes. Someone standing before him, their aurum armor. Blood streaming down the side of her head, her massive claw.
That arm above, pulling the force into her body, assimilating it. Shattering this dimension, a pure light washing over the field.
"I—Impossible, I saw to it that you died!" Ugo swinging out his arm.
"Cyra..." Valor distantly looking at her.
"Even if the chances are minuscule at best, I will grab hold of it. Ugo...—" Her sharp tone.
Sins following her, her soft heart. Hatred at her depths, these rising sentiments. Blackness raging around her, turning into a pure light.
Her immense pressure, this divinity blanketing the area. That guardian looking around, those rising once more. Concentrating energy, Fernandez stepping out of it.
Checking himself from one end to the next, pinching himself. Barking in excitement, one in the living again.
An entity filling with love for the worlds once more, cherishing the lives of countless. Her selfish path, embracing her imperfections.
"—you come here...attacking my family, tearing down everything we worked for. All underneath the guise of divinity, I want you to look into these eyes of mine. I will show you, what happens when a demon bears their fangs..."
Her noble crimson cape flowing in the wind, that rain washing away her blood. This stinging feeling, life still inside of her. Grasping an old power, unleashing what is within.
Her displaying soul, wings yearning to soar. Turning to her companion, leaning over a bit, faintly smiling. Her guiding hand to him, that old memory. Two underneath a tall tree, this same gesture.
Returning a similar grin, grasping her own. Raising to his feet, two side by side. A shifting battle, visions on the one ahead. Those watching from a distance, these rising feelings, their uniting hearts.
"Mom..." Maria's hand to her chest.
"Let us go." Iris moving forward, faintly smiling.
Bonding with each other, a conflict uniting different people. Their selfish paths, each working their own way. This common point, those heading onward.
Residing at the side of two, connecting in this instance. Not allowing anymore, that Iconoclast with them. Binding them together, tightly holding on. Continuously returning, providing miracles.
This never ending trouble, another instance to act. Many walking alongside her, wanting betterment. Hands reaching in this madness, unease from Ugo, this development before him.
"Closely look, you can try and keep us down, but we will always rise even stronger. There is light in the deepest of darkness, this will always remain true. Sins we may have, but our feelings are real." Cyra calmly gesturing her arm afar.
"This ends here, Ugo." Dabria frowning, her hand to her chest.
"You will never show your face again." Sol scowling, pointing at him.
"Time to wrap this up." Ava folding her arms.
"I have to agree." Atlalune's hand on her waist.
Uniting emotions, these simple feelings. Not wishing for much, enjoying the presence of one another. Working towards their goal, their actions from the past. Many harsh experiences, embracing their imperfections, their selfish path.
Accepting it, freely soaring. Hope once again in their hands, standing against this grand entity. Refusing to play along, reaching for the tiniest possibility. Approaching movements, looking at them.
Ugo's tense expression, his igniting spirit. His unwillingness to fall, dashing onward. Those meeting him in kind, Iris closing the distance.
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Hitting his sword high, that god crashing his foot into her rib. The angel flying afar, Maria moving in from behind. Swiftly striking, spilling blood.
His elbow hitting her face, this heavy impact. Sending her away, that one bouncing on the ground. The young woman pushing against the land, trying to rise.
"So what? Are you saying that I am wrong? I can say the same for you as well!" nearing Cyra.
Efforts over his years, wanting betterment. Tracking them, their harmful actions. Suffering throughout time, echoing cries. His job to perform, this of his way. A chance to give something more, his bleeding heart.
His approaching sword, that old friend intercepting. His firm stance, the once supreme deity's cold gaze. This shift in him, two protecting one another, covering each other.
Their close bond, that Iconoclast bursting ahead. Her claw crashing against her foe, hitting him away. Ava and Atlalune trailing him, that knight moving behind.
Her dagger connecting into his back, the goddess sweeping her blade off the earth. Rising rubble, this crushing attack, launching him into the air. Ugo far above, his deep rage.
"I have come too far. I assure you, none will be leaving here alive!"
Old sentiments, witnessing destruction. Unable to do anything, constantly ascending his power. Tracking points of interest, assimilating the Iconoclast's energy.
Echoing screams, many pleading. Those crying souls, this graveyard around them. Expanding his arms, generating enormous fireballs. That intensifying heat, its concentrating energy.
His targets in sight, combining this force. Its devastating size, many stepping back. That devil moving forward, those witnessing her resolve.
Ava and Atlalune following her, shortly walking at her side. Valor faintly smiling, hurrying along. Those behind embracing in this warmth, racing along. Souls spanning for miles, joining them.
"What is the meaning of this? Why do you follow your oppressors?" Ugo's confusion.
"That is not it, many sins we have committed. Though along the way, freedom is what they gained." Cyra's hand to her chest.
"Freedom you say? That I cannot believe..." Coldness from him.
"Ugo...these are our desires, you will feel it..." That Iconoclast's intimidating tone.
Deep feelings, connecting bonds. That demon leading their assault, opening a way towards a better tomorrow.
Blackness for a long time, wandering in loneliness. Trusting in herself, her selfish path. Embracing her imperfections, extending a hand to others.
Steadily opening, those reaching in, pulling her from the darkness. Her gratefulness to them, these friends around her. Her attention above, that grand deity harshly unleashing his fiery attack.
Raising her claw, rushing forward. Crashing it into the assault, resisting this influence. That goddess standing on her side, her offhand forward, snapping her fingers.
Negativity racing through, striking the attack. That once supreme deity staking his katana into the earth, this spreading icy mist. Glaciers piercing high, those joining in, pushing against his power.
This concentrating force, massively exerting. Smoke filling the area, large objects in the air. Emerging through this madness, Cyra grabbing Ugo's skull.
Taking the field for herself, violently releasing electricity, her great hatred. Descending below, forcing him into the earth. Unleashing that lightning, shattering the land.
Her flowing strength, this power stretching for miles. Shielding her companions, shredding the area, crushing everything. Shouting her soul, massive rocks flying far.
The clearing energy, a wasteland of the field. Shortly rising to her feet, looking down at the guardian. Blood soaking him, an ending to this conflict.
"Tell me something...why do you dictate our lives...?" his weak voice.
"You misunderstand. I became the enemy, not only for my own desires, but also for everyone to be able to make their own future. There might come a day, where I am no longer here. I hope at that point, that this light I have in me will beautifully shine. So that everyone can see, nothing is truly hopeless..." Her soft voice, her hand to her chest.
"I see...I think I wish for that as well...heh. Iconoclast, you are something else..." Slightly smiling.
His fading body, light burning from him. Particles rising from him, the continuously falling rain. Each going in their own path, believing in themselves, wanting betterment.
Misunderstandings leading to enemies, this never ending cruelty, a guardian hoping for a brighter morrow. That chance existing with someone else, his desire with another. That deity no longer there, the group gazing above.
Acknowledging him, their uniting hearts. Those joining in arms, holding onto what is rightfully their own. Souls steadily disappearing, appreciating everyone.
"In the end...maybe he wasn't a bad person." Iris folding her arms.
"It just...feels so pointless. His wish is the same as ours..." Sol slightly looking away, holding her upper arm.
"In the many battles I have been in, I learned...no one truly wins." Atlalune's hand on her waist.
"Well, we should head home. Though, exactly how do we get back?" Ava gesturing her arm forward.
That goddess reverting to her normal state, her long red hair, those eyes of the sky. Her black coat, her similar shirt, long jeans on her.
Two sides of her, preferring the current one. Sharing in a new life, friends amongst her. The Iconoclast's fading darkness, her shifting arm.
Facing those companions, Valor at her side, looping her arm around his own. Pausing for a bit, the deity suspecting an angle, trying to connect the pieces. Fernandez next to Iris, the two catching onto the position.
"I will see to it that all of you are returned home. However, there is a whole event for Halloween at my village. Why not join for a bit?" Cyra smiling, her firm grip on her husband.
Everything clicking, his assertive wife. Binding him in her grasp, the deity trying to breakaway. Whimpering from him, someone not wishing for this.
Those gazing at him, understanding a few things. Sympathizing with him, a god disliking this day, much of his time battling with a guardian. That devil planning each instance, upgrading over the passing years.
An enjoyable evening to come, imagining the possibilities. An exciting outcome, more on this event. These friends thinking for a bit, consulting with each other, shortly turning to the Iconoclast.
"Sure, we would like to, right Ava?" Dabria looping her arm around her partner's own.
"It will not hurt I suppose." Faintly smiling, her hand behind her head.
"Yeah, it has been stressful. Let's just have fun together, but know I will have questions for you, Iconoclast." Sol smiling, her hands to her chest.
"Right, but try and take it easy with the questions." Atlalune glancing to her companion, her hand on her waist.
Struggling against a grand foe, his powerful resolve towards them. One coming, bringing forth another miracle. Connecting everyone's bonds, her tight grip on it.
A devil opposing the guardian's rationality, her reason for her path. Wanting betterment, shining her light onto others. Her awareness on the possibilities, a chance for her presence no longer there.
An entity desiring to push things forward, proceeding one step at a time. A person filling with love for the worlds again, her gratefulness to those around her.
Her deep sins, embracing her imperfections. This forever existing, others sharing in it. Future colors, her strong belief in those of tomorrow.
There might come a time when I am no longer here. It might not be much, but certainly I will leave this behind. That nothing is truly hopeless, light always existing in the deepest of darkness. Always remember...sometimes, it is okay to be selfish. Reach out, grab hold, and shoutout your soul. Never relent, make your own path...this is what it means to truly soar.
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Cyra Von Erit—> Defiant Heart
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