Colors of the heart, infinite in mystery. Those reaching for the tiniest chance, yearning to turn it into an actuality. Branding history, grand tales. Horrifying experiences, an enemy of the worlds.

Stepping on the domain of the gods, shouting her soul. Her soft heart, once in loneliness. Breaking free, spreading her wings, soaring far. Countless enemies, wanting simpleness.

Despising the battlefield, desiring for times of old. Her selfish path, embracing her imperfections. Damning innumerable, shattering an endless cycle.

Innumerable fearing her, one residing above everyone. Living her life in peace, torment still following her. Steadily adjusting, cruelness on display.

Accepting blackness, holding true to her belief. Light in the deepest of darkness, this forever remaining. An entity tracking her, witnessing the damage of her presence.

A bleeding moon constantly acknowledging her, that one venturing out. Assimilating a power of old, standing in a ruinous field.

The harsh wind, scattering rubble. Crumbling debris, structures crashing down. A deity residing there, darkness flowing into his body.

That large figure, his white armor, his yellow hair flowing in the harshness. Those eyes of the sky, raising his hand high.

"You who have eluded me for so long, I finally caught your scent. Judgment is at hand, Iconoclast." His serious gaze.

Secluding herself, living away from conflict. Few wanting to track her, searching the farthest ends of the worlds.

One extracting energy from old, making it part of himself. Locking onto his goal, his slight movement. His foot crushing down, rocks flying above.

His hands behind his back, walking onward. A portal materializing ahead, that god moving through. Constantly pursuing one, an enemy to countless.

Actions of yore, her voice engraving into them, her image haunting nightmares. Differing interpretations over the years, yet common grounds existing. Flowing streams, sentiments forever existing.

Lessons throughout time, those following in her guidance. Others opposing, wishing for her demise, these natural feelings. Enraging moments, enforcing her standing.

Continuously leaving, disappearing into legend multiple times. That being residing in a small village, those steadily advancing.

Their brick house, crowding paths. Lively sounds around, inhabitants celebrating the day of Halloween. Awareness on their guardian's love of the day, each relishing in this activity.

That sun shining down, preparations underway. Some gazing afar, their attention on the direction. Their bright smiles, knowing of a certain entity's appearance.

A mansion in its own spot, twin gates barring entry. A shrine next to it, efforts by one from the past. Pavements lining along, a fountain at the center, water flowing into the container.

Flowers extending far, this magnificent field. That opening door, a young woman carrying out stacks of boxes. Her hair tying back, reflecting the sun. Her red eyes, jeans tearing at the knee, a black coat fading in color.

"Mom is seriously going overboard this year..." Sighing from her.

Horrible days in the past, a girl racing after her mother. Death claiming her, that loving hand acting. Failing equivalence, silence for a long time.

Years going by, connecting a line. Forgiveness to another, returning much later. Experiences constantly in place, forever remembering those events. Cherishing each other, warmth in the presence of family.

Movements from a box, that lid popping up. A boy about the age of seven, his shimmering smile. This maiden ceasing her steps, looking at the kid. Her eye twitching a bit in frustration, that one poking her nose.

"Surprised you, didn't I sis?"

"Azad, why are you inside a box filled with fireworks?" shaking her head in disbelief.

"Why are you not inside the box? That is the real question." Leaning on the object, smiling at her.

"Maybe I should ship you off somewhere for the year." Faintly grinning at him.

A lively boy, his similar eyes and hair to her own. Not seeing her much, that sister continuously from one place to the next. Loving the worlds, traveling everywhere.

Returning now and then, spending time with her family. Never missing this day, a time for gathering. These simple feelings, embracing in this. The gently blowing breeze, that young woman setting down the boxes by the stairs.

Her hand on her waist, the boy climbing out of the box, a dark robe on him. Running up to her, grabbing onto her leg, his fondness for his older sister. Sighing from her, her tender hand on his head.

"Hey Maria...I know mom is fine most of the time. Though, now and then, she just isn't herself..." Sadly looking down.

Scarring events from old, these deeply carrying sentiments. Continuously pushing forward, opposing the rationality of others, rising to the challenges.

Seeking times from the past, memories haunting her. Unable to truly put it behind her, her steady steps, reclaiming her happiest days. Activities to her liking, developing her medicinal abilities.

Giving back a bit, those hands pulling her from the abyss. Sadness from the young woman, slightly looking away. Kneeling to the boy, his eyes on her. Thinking on her words for a bit, this difficult situation.

"You will find out when you are older. Just know...mom went through a lot, sometimes...she needs time to herself. Though, she has the largest heart, always remember this." Her soft tone, resting her hand on the boy's head.

Born underneath the light of the crimson moon, an existence of a curse. Those of differing worlds, their unlikely meeting.

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One from the land ascending to heights far above his own, meeting with a goddess in her throne. Defeat coming to him, falling below, her guiding hand grabbing hold of his own.

A moment engraving into history, two growing closer over the passing time, everything leading to the current events.

Swaying flowers, that light of the sun reflecting off the water in the fountain. Azad processing the message, his hand behind his head.

"Come on, this is her favorite day, so let's get things up and going." Maria brightly smiling at him, lowering her hand.

"Yeah! Can I ride in the box again?" his hands to his chest, hope from the boy.

"Absolutely not, let us go." That maiden rising to her feet.

"Awww..." The kid disappointingly groaning.

Wondering on the meaning, that boy thinking on her words. Needing moments to herself, something else secluding in this mystery.

Observing actions, a mother distancing herself at times. His father taking over, those not informing him. His young age, awareness on a conflict. Warmth from the devil, her loving embrace.

Coldness now and then, not wishing to push him away. Removing herself, calming her nerves. Stifling those memories, accepting the past. These painful feelings, her hard efforts. Betterment slowly coming, others witnessing it.

His vision on his sister, that young woman picking up the boxes. Moving down the stairs, the kid following along.

Small chances, her willingness to reach for it. Once in loneliness, wandering in an abyss of blackness. Not trusting others, believing in herself.

Sinking below, none hearing her voice. These frustrating sentiments, breaking through the surface. Racing towards the faintest light, determination over her years. A mother losing much, dangling on the edge of oblivion.

Refusing to relent, experiences reflecting to her current life. Those within the mansion, floors trailing with a red liquid.

The sinister walls, fiends moving through it. Corpses lining about, these props echoing screams. Statues of comrades along the side, these valuable objects. Two in a separate room, a blueprint on a stand.

Fernandez, a barking iguana on his hind legs. Valor, a deity once supreme reading the plan. His purely shining armor, representing his beliefs within. His red hair, his eyes of the sea.

"Alright bud, we have only a few hours before this hellish nightmare begins. So, we have only one chance to get this right." The god pounding his fist into his palm.

The agreeing animal, importance in their precision, adjusting their path over the years. Betting everything, determination from these friends, not wishing for a long terrifying dusk.

A once grand god, descending into the NetherWorld. His meeting with a devil underneath a tree, their bond forming on that day.

Sentiments growing over the passing time, traveling the vast worlds. Separation coming on a horrible night, trying to right his wrong. Continuously failing, able in doing so much later.

Those surroundings, couches tearing away. A void in the carpets, images of spirits. Entities trailing the two, that deity looking around. Whispering in his ears, this chilling feeling.

"Hey bud, maybe this wasn't the best place for our plan." Valor's pale expression.

Covering his eyes, the groaning iguana. Having to remain, setting up the way. One wishing for everyone's participation, a day of gathering for her.

These simple feelings, her small desire. Humming echoing in the distance, their attention in the direction. Living a life of her choice, away from conflict. Mostly putting down her arms, having to raise them at moments.

Unleashing a power of old, shaking her foes. Two sides of her, hearts parallel to one another. Softness and harshness, blackness and divinity. That devil in another room, her vision on a sheet of paper.

Her hair reaching down, reflecting the sun, tying at the base with a crimson ribbon. Her eyes of the velvet moon, a white coat on her. Her black shirt, her shorts the same, stopping above her knees.

"Alright, almost done." Her finger moving down the list.

"Going a bit overboard this year huh." A familiar voice to the entity.

Facing in the direction, that brunette before her. An angel to her heart, two like sisters. Her yellow vision, her costume of a reaper.

That cloth wrapping around, its sinister energy. Days of old, one serving underneath the devil. Speaking of their troubles to one another, constantly a shoulder to each other. Enjoying nice moments, chatting away those times.

Large conflicts, aiding where she can. Both walking forward, holding the other's hands. Their bright smiles, a blissful event. Everything falling into place, a demon wanting to share this experience.

"Iris, glad you made it. I'm just getting everything into place."

"Figured as much, but don't you think you will give poor Valor a heart attack?" giggling a bit.

"Oh, he will be fine hehe." Cyra assuring her.

These close friends, few unable to attend. A disappointing situation, yet understanding their situations, hoping for more next time.

A heart filling with love for the worlds again, relishing in its many benefits. Once loathing it, those continuously taking, living off her despair.

Her efforts over her years, performing miracles. Happiness but a dream, her unwillingness to withstand it. Shouting her soul, becoming the Bringer of Demise.

Softness still existing, hatred boiling at her core. Claiming her deepest desire, this reality around her. Those sisters heading off, finding themselves before Valor and Fernandez.

Both looking at the blueprint, their attention shortly on the devil. Frustratingly folding her arms, tapping her foot against the ground. Pointing to the outside, the god and his animal buddy uneasily going in the direction.

"We might as well go outside and check up on things Cyra." Iris sighing, holding the side of her head.

"Indeed, just ensure those two are present for the party." That demon glancing to the angel.

Likes and dislikes, normalcy in this. Differences of others, this connecting point. Worlds not the same, a line bonding them together.

Realms once apart, an entity rising to her challenges. Facing against grand powers, constantly falling.

Emerging stronger, her feverishly igniting soul. Her selfish path, embracing her imperfections. Grasping joy so long ago, wanting it again. Her simple wish, finally having it once more.

Desiring for togetherness, her large heart. Making their way outside, those sisters standing next to each other. Undead lining along the walkway, that fountain of blood. Graves filling the area, Valor and Fernandez fencing with decaying fiends.

"Why can't we ever just have one normal Halloween?!" the god crying out.

The howling animal, senselessness in everything. Fearing the passing time, knowing of the coming day. A devil loving this, her constantly increasing creativity.

Adding more every time, mixing up others. A tearing in the space, that demon and angel noticing it. A portal swirling at the center, an immense pressure. Those ceasing their activities, facing in the direction.

Cyra sharply looking at the one stepping into view, his white armor and yellow hair, those eyes of the sky. A deity before her, his stern expression. Gazing around, witnessing the sight.

"A family huh. Nonetheless, Iconoclast...your sins still follow you." Glaring at her.

"Leave at once, we do not wish for trouble." Her hand on her waist.

"Then you best hear me out." Folding his arms.

A title constantly following her, forever engraving upon her. Becoming the Bringer of Demise, damning innumerable. Ascending in power, those referring to her as an Iconoclast.

Clashing against beliefs, opposing the rationality of others. Staining herself in sins, blackness over her years. Driving the worlds to ruin, none standing against her.

A deity searching her out, yearning to close this nightmarish tale. A grand entity, influencing countless lives, his awareness on this. Stepping forward, standing before the man, her cold gaze.

Others seeing this, Azad moving ahead. Maria stopping the boy, confusingly looking at his sister, wondering on the reason. Nodding in refusal, her attention onward. Caution from Valor and Fernandez, Iris the same.

"Your sins lay heavy upon you, and so does everyone who allow for your presence. Though, I will leave your family out of it for now. If you agree to follow me to a secluded battlefield."

Many seeking her out, those believing in their way. An enemy of that devil, choosing her path. Devouring the All-Father, engraving fear into innumerable.

Her image branding on their souls, her voice shaking generations. Grasping her desire within, her steady adjustments. Slowly shaping her life, wanting to keep it. This reasonable foe, glancing to her family.

Thinking for a moment, her eyes meeting with that one ahead. Agreeing with his offer, his faint smile. Standing on his side, motioning his hand to the portal. That entity entering it, the man shortly following her.

This closing rift, silence in the area. Unease from them, Valor's attention to the sky. Bonds over the years, his wife cherishing them. Those in various parts of the world below, their aligning hearts.