A heart meeting them on the land, giving them a voice. An entity taking them away from their sorrow, bringing them a new life. The man dashing to her, Agni in his hand, a great sword deeply burning in fire.
The devil meeting his action, clashing against the mercenary. Withstanding the scorching heat to her flesh, pushing against him.
"That sword...unhand it!" Michael demanding.
A caring companion, someone looking out for her. The demon unable to tell him, having to endure the weight of her grief. Running along her dark road, many sharp eyes on her.
Shortly adjusting her footing, immediately dashing away. The mercenary pursuing her, soon closing in, sweeping his blade off of the ground.
Slightly turning her body, narrowly avoiding the attack. The harshly spreading fire, its immense force crashing against her. Lævateinn emitting a thick malice, trying to minimize the effect on her body.
Her eyes on her friend nearing her, rushing his elbow to her chest. Immediately blocking the attack with her wrist, a sharp pain jolting through her. That fragile body, darkness burning brighter from her. The shortly dispersing energy, blasting Michael away.
"Argh!!" sliding back on his feet.
A mother concerning with another, racing through the battlefield. One in her mind, sharply looking at the mercenary. Closing in the distance, harshly rendering her fist into his stomach. Knocking the wind out of him, the man falling unconscious.
Catching him, soon setting him in a safe location to the side. The demon shortly continuing her path, running through Heaven's Gate, eventually arriving in Asgard. Fire stretching tall, madness everywhere. Some noticing her, her vision to her new foes.
"Maria..."
Walking forward, many rushing at her. Extending her demon sword, cutting her way through them. Leaving them unconscious on the ground, making her way deeper into the nightmare.
Arriving in the mid section, a powerful roar ripping through the area. Her eyes to the sky, seeing the Heavenly King descending. His dark and crimson scales, Minerva riding on his back.
Her snowy hair stretching long, those blue eyes, a person in black armor. Watching them touch down on the land, soon glancing behind to see the emerald dragon.
Levant riding on them, his long crimson hair tying back, his vision reflecting the earth. Sharply looking at her, wearing fire dragon armor. The Seraph's attention on the situation, folding their arms.
"That sword...answer! Where is she?!" Levant demanding, swinging out his arm.
"To think Cyra will...!" Minerva's fury.
One taking on the weight of their fury, a mistake leading to their situation. Accepting her wrong, pushing onward in the abyss. Their link in pieces, steadily walking along her route, keeping her eyes on the slimmest light.
Levant snapping his fingers, Asha ascending into the air. The green dragon high in the sky, Reagan joining them above. Two dragons circling her, intense fire burning from their mighty jaws.
Minerva and Levant directing their hand forward, unleashing their anger on the one below. Their minds on the demon's condition, not wishing to believe in the worst. Lævateinn's sounding voice, shielding her with its malice.
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The entity enduring the great force, walls of fire stretching high. Sticking her sword into the land, dark energy enveloping her, layering her body in black. Her friends taking caution, soon extending their blades.
Shortly descending on their foe, closing in on the devil. Pressing down on the earth, Cyra bursting through. Nearing her targets, crashing into them, a powerful negative explosion ripping through the field.
The soon clearing smoke, a black energy wrapping around the four. Gently resting them on the land, their confusion at the individual ahead. That corpse in front of them, a soft heart protecting her companions. Shortly walking past the few, their eyes to her running towards the palace.
"Levant...you don't think..." Minerva rising to her feet, her unrest.
"Yeah...that's her. We gotta go help." Levant standing, his hand to his chin.
A slowly repairing link, four running after the demon in the darkness. Shining their light, brightening the way a bit more.
Witnessing her state, an entity refusing to give in, rising to her challenge at hand. Cyra making her way further, worrying about her daughter.
Withstanding the agony on her body, sounding her soul. Ice piercing the land, a wall emerging to the sky, surrounding the entity. Her vision above, seeing the Blood Witch at the top. Zeus loyally at her side, both looking at the demon Lævateinn.
"Cyra...no...you...!" Aurora shockingly covering her mouth.
Anger from the hound, angrily barking at her. These individuals, their appreciation towards the demon. Someone coming in their time of need, giving them a place to belong.
Great pain on the two, thinking on the entity's state. Zeus descending on his target, striking down like lightning.
Blocking his assault, this crushing force against her. Leaping away, soon standing on her side, directing her sword at the dog. Feeling another presence, shifting her attention to the sky.
Her eyes on Zephyr, the King of Beasts on top of the ice wall. The Seraph at the demon's side, an unsettling situation to them.
"It...can't be..." Zephyr's unease.
A worsening situation, these friends against her. A link no longer connecting, the devil's desire to bring a close to the situation. Her uncertainty on reversing her condition, yet a powerful will flowing through her.
Malice flowing from her body, spreading out into the open. Grabbing the few with its might, those companions resisting it.
Lævateinn...I need your help. Please, restore that link between us...
Her old partner, a weapon constantly trying to meet her wish. The demon sword crying out, its loudly sounding voice. Negativity ripping through, crashing against their friends.
The brightly igniting blade, malice spiraling around it. Extending out of the darkness, a sword and scythe. Its bleeding crimson steel, the back coating in black scales.
"How...?" Aurora's hand to her chest.
An individual calling forward Lævateinn's second state, the person's confusion at it. Zephyr's sharp vision, malice surrounding him. His expanding body, soon revealing in his lion form, gold armor on him.
Shortly descending below, landing at Zeus' side. Both glancing to one another, nodding in agreement. Aurora raising her hand, concentrating massive fire.
These few before the demon, their determination to go forward. Taking in these feelings, watching the flames descending on her, the lion and dog charging at her.
Her moving feet, running through the darkness. Piercing along her line, shattering the flames, breaking through the two. Striking the wall, her crushing force.
"Aah!"
Zephyr and Zeus on the ground, Aurora falling from above. The demon looking up at her, sticking her sword into the land. Leaping high, catching the witch in her arms. An action surprising them, this strange one choosing to save her.
Cyra shortly landing below, placing them down on their feet. The witch standing there, watching the demon walk up to Lævateinn. That entity gripping the handle, removing it from the earth.
"Hold on...Cyra...?" Aurora hesitantly calling out.
Her silence, a body not letting her speak. Her deep pain, wishing to tell them. Slightly glancing back to the witch, her assuring nod. The devil soon racing onward, her mind on a small one. A person continuously pushing, no matter of her challenges.
Her surprising state, yet an undeniable burning resolve. The steadily connecting link, a binding web keeping them together. Michael, Levant, Minerva, Reagan and Asha shortly before each other, their unrest.
"That is...Cyra..." Aurora sadly gripping her arm.
"Yeah, even in her state, she still made sure we were safe." Michael looking away.
"For now, we should be there to help her." Levant gesturing his arm onward.
"As he said, we can figure out how to get her back to normal after." Minerva's hand on her waist.