A soft heart blanketing the worlds in her warmth, bringing the daylight back to the realms. An individual carrying her experiences, confronting the Magi's in the throne room in the heavens.
Melchior floating at the center, looking at the few at the entrance. His unrestful vision, the other three's hasty heart. Fernandez in tights, his crimson cape blowing in the breeze.
"Hey bud, that ain't cool what ya did." A familiar voice to them.
Their visions to Richter bracing back against a pillar, folding his arms. His Cerberus at his side, soon placing a gentle hand on their shoulder. A man's great despair, the young woman extending her hand, giving him a place to belong.
The Magi's looking behind, Envy aiming his spear at them, Raphael and Lucia soon surrounding them from both sides. Rose walking in, her black feathers scattering on the floor, shortly stopping beside her other half. Many souls appearing, their will to protect the maiden. A person reaching all of them, shining light on their roads.
"You know, there is a lot I can let slide, but trying to harm her is where I draw the line." The Death Seraph's serious voice.
Countless coming to the Iconoclast's aid, all wanting her to achieve her wish. An individual fighting through the dusk, taking on their burdens.
Someone not backing down, enduring the weight on her psyche. Placing her hand on her waist, her strict vision on Melchior. Valor stepping forward, the maiden extending her arm, blocking his path.
"Melchior." Her cold voice, lowering her hand.
One awakening from the abyss, a heart walking along her route with many others. Her guardian at her side, the Seraph's soft smile on the person. Witnessing their growth throughout the night, an individual coming out stronger in the end.
Fernandez stepping forward a bit, bashing his claw on the floor, angrily growling at the Magi's. Melchior's unease, seeing the maiden extending her arm.
Malice tearing away at it, shortly witnessing it expanding. The young woman soon revealing her massive shadowy claw of a dragon, those pulsing veins on it.
"You were the one organizing this, Melchior." Her mild tone on him.
Many in the room, each keeping the Magi's in place. None allowing for any movements, their great fury at the gods. One coming in their time of need, hearing their voices. A soft heart carrying their hopes and dreams, feverishly engraving them into her foes.
"When I placed you lot in charge, it was to do what I could not. To maintain balance until the day she returns. Instead, you used your position to try and dictate the Nine Worlds." Valor folding his arms, glaring at Melchior.
The Iconoclast walking forward, shortly stopping before Melchior. His unease at her, a dark force generating from his palm. Valor immediately rushing forward, unsheathing his katana.
The deity surrounding the field in ice, trapping their enemies in an icy prison. Cyra instantly lunging onward, grabbing the leader with her claw by their head. Slamming them into the floor, breaking the ice, her enemy struggling underneath her grip.
"Since you were the one who organized this Melchior, you will face death." Valor calmly turning.
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Crushing down on Melchior's skull, his sounding screams. The other Magi's horror, witnessing blood spilling in the area. Their eyes on their leader's body turning into pure energy, that force flowing into the maiden's body.
Cyra soon standing straight, her sharp vision on the remaining few. An individual's soft heart, yet her decisive actions. Someone proceeding forward, coming closer to her deepest desire.
"Your order?" Valor glancing to the young woman.
"Rather than their deaths, I have a much more fitting punishment. They shall live through the rest of eternity, repenting the sins they have committed. Asgard will return to the glory it once held, and their hard work will certainly prove fruitful. Consider this a slight punishment from being devoured." The Iconoclast folding her arms, glaring at the remaining Magi's.
A person making her decision, thinking ahead to the heaven's restoration. A powerfully leading force, someone binding countless in her web. Valor sheathing his katana, shattering the icy prison, freeing the Magi's.
A few offering to lead the Magi's to their prison, Cyra thanking them for their help. The maiden shortly turning to her other half, both nodding to one another in approval. The Death Seraph expanding her wings, ascending into the air.
Rose flying out the open window, leaving black feathers behind. Three remaining in the room, Cyra facing her old friend, awaiting an explanation from earlier. The deity scratching his cheek with his index finger, trying to think of something.
"Now, why were you and well, your lizard-friend holding hands?" her humorless gaze.
His desperately pounding heart, the young woman catching the scene. An entity hoping to evade the situation, yet a person keeping firm on her direction. Her mind on the occurrence, a few possibilities on it. Someone linking a certain pattern, that timid companion to her.
"It's me ya know, just teaching him some new tricks..." Valor looking away.
"Uh-huh..." Her disbelief.
A night long ago branding within her, those flowery fields still to her mind. Two walking away from the other, an event leaving a hole within them both.
Their sentiments to one another, knowing so for years. A steadily approaching time, those old emotions surfacing. Cyra stepping ahead a bit, gripping her upper arm, looking away from him.
"If it was about that night, what were you going to say...?" biting her lower lip.
"Um...well..." The deity stepping back a bit.
A constantly repeating outcome, an individual shyly backing away. Her awareness on the message, wanting to hear it herself. A person no longer standing still, moving towards him.
Closing the distance between them, the iguana's eyes on the two. Words within them both, the young woman taking the first step forward.
"Will you repeat those mistakes? Or will you take a leap?" her soft voice to him.
Her ringing message within him, those many chances in the past. A deity continuously running, trying to buy more time. His great wrong long ago, the silent pleading from a close one.
Experiences constantly haunting him, this moment to him again. The god slowly inhaling then exhaling, soon turning from her. Cyra tilting her head at him, patiently waiting on his response.
"There is somewhere I must show you first..." His gentle tone.
"Where...?" her hand to her chest.
"I promised a long time ago, that I will wait until you are ready to remember. When we get there, that is where I will prove myself in a True Devil's Battle with you." Faintly smiling back at her.
"Alright...I will wait to see your answer." Turning from him, slightly grinning.
A promise from long ago, his desire to fulfill it. A coming time, the god's will to meet her at the depths of the abyss. Those many chains binding her, his wish to bring her back.
An entity feeling her unrest, their constantly haunting past. Walking along his road, moving closer to her. The young woman's hand on her waist, glancing back to him.
"Let us go, Val." Cyra walking onward.
Hearing her familiar words, following behind her in joy. These two old friends, their hearts connecting to one another. Both aware on the other's sentiments, a barrier keeping them away from one another.
A god racing along his route, those many shadowy hands rushing at him. Cutting through them, reaching for his companion. Fernandez running behind them, wishing to see the conclusion to these partners.
When we battle Valor, that will determine our future. Do not be afraid, and come at me with a Noble Demon's Pride. I am waiting for you, here in the deepest part of the abyss...
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The Iconoclast—> Those Who Tread Within Eternal Despair
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