Two halves before one another, their powerfully flowing sentiments. Both refusing to back down, their determination to see their paths through to the end.
One wishing to reach the other, withstanding the constant terrible waves. Those many shadowy arms surrounding the Death Seraph in the abyss, a cage keeping out others.
"Now then Maria, we will take this battle to where the gods reside." Rose's sharp tone.
Raising their scythe, harshly cutting through the gap. Proceeding the process, shifting their dimension. The maiden's eyes on her surroundings, seeing the many floating platforms connecting through chains.
A place trapping them, keeping them away from their wish. Both feeling the gentle breeze against them, a war approaching its final conclusion.
"Is it not beautiful, Maria...?" Rose slightly smiling, looking to the velvet moon.
"It is, Rose. Hades did not cause the eternal night, I did. So many repressed emotions over the years, all of it spilling out." The maiden looking away a bit.
"Yes, you did. And seeing how much pain came out of you, I tried my best to keep you away from the battlefield. Though, you are so stubborn." The Death Seraph painfully looking at them.
Their meeting visions, the young woman appreciating her other half. A person looking out for her, doing their best. An individual hurting, withstanding their terrible agony.
Someone diving into the deepest darkness, trying to give back to them. These two hearts in the endless stream, its terrible force spilling out, surrounding the realm. Lightning crashing down in the distance, the heavy wind rapidly circling.
"Maria, it is not hatred I feel for you, I see that now. You are the last challenge for me to overcome. My final lesson to you, is that you cannot reach everyone..." Sadly expanding her corrupt wings.
"Then I will just have to be stubborn, since I am not turning my back on you again." Maria's slight smile, her hand to her chest.
Shortly extending her blade afar, Rose seeing that one pushing through the harsh dark pressure. A person not giving in, withstanding the enormous waves. An entity witnessing the maiden's growth, someone overcoming her many challenges.
Steadily becoming stronger, withstanding the damage on her psyche. The two rushing at the other, crashing their weapons against each other. A powerful shockwave ripping through the field, its immense strength sending Maria back on her feet.
The death Seraph closing in, sweeping her weapon off the land. Dark red blades rapidly firing at her opponent, the individual sliding far away, enduring it. Blood spilling in the dusk, the maiden's slow steps forward.
"Are you mad? Why are you taking it head on?!" Rose swinging out her arm.
"As I said, I will bear the full weight of your sorrow." Striking through the assault.
Particles floating in the space, the young woman's sharp vision on her other half. The Death Seraph's uncertainty, seeing the person's great pain. Her desire in reach, that light at the end of her road.
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Biting her lower lip, charging forward. Shredding the area in her black and red wave, shortly emerging from above. Her scythe over her shoulder, the maiden positioning her blade over her other arm. Meeting her other half's resolve, colliding into their weapon.
An enormous power shrouding the young woman, ripping apart the surroundings, blasting her in its wrath. The soon clearing smoke, Maria remaining on her feet from afar, heavily breathing. Rose stepping back a bit, seeing blood dripping to the land.
"You will just kill yourself! Is that what you want?!" Rose shaking her head in disbelief.
"I will listen Rose, to everything you are feeling. I should have done so a long time ago..." Maria stepping back in pain.
"If you think I will stop at a time like this, then you're wrong." The Death Seraph uneasily raising her scythe.
"I am not expecting you to stop, so come at me with everything that has been tormenting you." Maria’s soft smile on her.
Two in the deepest shadows, the Seraph watching them. Her eyes on the maiden's determination, a person pushing through the harsh blades of wind. Withstanding the great agony on her, someone not stopping, coming closer to her other half.
Those precious experiences with her, her desire to bring one home. Rose holding in her grief, rushing high into the air. Aiming below, bursting through to the young woman. Maria racing along the dark road, her increasing speed.
Her blade in hand, leaping towards her other half. The two colliding into each other, a massive wave tearing apart the area. The clearing smog, Maria standing before Rose.
Her blurry vision, placing a gentle hand on the entity's shoulder. The Death Seraph sadly looking at them, seeing their weak smile.
"Heh...looks like you win, Rose..."
Falling to her knee, Rose's shaking eyes on the young woman. An individual on their last line, their unconscious state, this moment to the Death Seraph. A pure person in the shadows, holding onto the cage, their weak vision on the one behind it.
Her other half slowly reaching forward, soon stopping themselves. The Death Seraph's vision on Maria, steadily raising her scythe in uncertainty. Those shadowy arms surrounding the maiden, steadily wrapping around her.
I tried my best, but it looks like I am unable to bear the full weight of your despair. Sorry, Rose...
"Are you not giving up too soon?"
A great being in the shadows, their mightily spreading influence. Shredding the shadowy hands, catching the young woman in their arms.
The person's weak eyes on the Iconoclast, an individual reflecting them. Kneeling to the ground, resting the maiden on the floor. The slowly reforming arms, their steady approach.
"Did your friends not teach you anything? If you cannot succeed on your own, then reach out, and certainly others will hear." The Iconoclast's slight smile on her.
"As she said, we are here, and so are many others. Maybe on your own you cannot bring back Rose, but together we can do so." The Seraph folding her arms.
"Meet her with a similar resolve, and show her that she is not alone." Kain turning from her.
"We will be here to back you up like we always have." Rick giving her a thumbs up, grinning at her.
"You are her, and she is you. You know you have to meet her with a Noble Demon’s Pride." Martha's hands behind her back.
"And so, show her what rests in your soul, that is how you can get through to her." Emily's determination.
These precious people with her, many more souls surrounding her. The shadowy arms getting closer, moving over the young woman. Rose's unrest, aiming the scythe at Maria's neck.
Shortly feeling an immense force, a seal with many cracks. Stepping away in surprise, her hasty heart. The demon rising in the abyss, looking at those around her. Her eyes soon to the Iconoclast, the entity moving forward, merging with her.
Malice thickly flowing from the devil, shifting into a pure light, shattering the seal. A crimson rose taking its place, that powerful force surging through her. The great being slowly standing up, lowering her head.
"No...not yet..." Her sharp vision on the Death Seraph.
"Maria...what are you...?" Rose moving back a bit.
"The name's Cyra, always has been. Most of my memories are back now, but more importantly. I will show you a Noble Demon's Pride." Swinging her arm to her side.