One rising from the shadows, a great being standing before the Death Seraph. The entity's spreading malice, her body plating in black steel. Nine dark wings on her back, her enormous shadowy claws.
Raising one to the sky, pulling in the night's influence. Taking it into herself, daylight piercing through. From the palace in the heavens, Melchior and the remaining few Magi's looking to the open window.
"She has awakened." Melchior's unease.
A heart refusing to stop, their eyes on one in her cage. Those retreating shadowy arms, surrounding the Death Seraph. These flowing emotions, the subsiding raging storm. Two within the daylight, each running along their route. Rose stepping back, tightly gripping her scythe.
Watching the maiden's fading darkness, her wings no more. A person in her gold armor, their noble red cape stretching down from the lower half of their back. Her right arm's monstrous form, the massive shadowy claw of a dragon, malice steadily healing her wounds.
"Why do you keep going? What pushes you so much...?" the Death Seraph's uncertainty.
"A simple wish, to freely spread my wings, just like you. That time is nearing its reality, and I want you to be a part of it." Her hand to her chest.
"And return to being nothing...? No, I cannot." Rose shaking her head in refusal.
"You are not nothing, and we are one and the same. If I need to come at you with everything I have, then I will." Stretching her claw afar.
Her other half in their black cage, their stretching malice. The powerful force shooting out, crashing against the maiden. The young woman pushing onward, refusing to give in. A companion doing much, guiding her through the dusk.
These two meeting on the battlefield, their great determination against one another. Both rushing forward, clashing against each other. The Death Seraph's harsh uppercut, hitting the maiden back on her feet.
"Come now Cyra, are you still going to take my attacks head on? Your body cannot withstand much more." Rose's sharp gaze.
"Not anymore, I will show you what a noble demon is capable of." Her claw in front of her face.
Two burning souls, their mighty resolves. Each forcing against the other, their flowing strength in the endless abyss. A way towards the end of it, one not leaving without the other.
The demon closing her eyes, the crimson rose emblem brightly shining behind her. Shortly opening her vision, her moving feet, quickly approaching her other half.
A few floating swords materializing around the Death Seraph, these rushing weapons. Hitting them away, Cyra reaching for that one in their cage. Both clashing along the rocky field, the maiden's other half splitting her scythe into twin blades.
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Those halves colliding into one another, not letting up. The young woman narrowly evading a strike, instantly rushing behind her enemy. Immediately striking down with her claw, unleashing a massive black wave.
This great force to the sky, sounding those sentiments deep within. Rose sliding on her feet, soon facing her foe, blood streaming down her body.
"I will keep coming at you, and I won't stop until I shatter that cage you secluded yourself within." The Iconoclast’s claw to her side.
"You truly are the greatest demon. Good, keep coming at me, and make sure it counts. I will not stop, not until my wish is a reality." Rose raising her hand above.
Countless black weapons forming in the air, these stretching for miles. An entity's thick barrier, not allowing anyone to penetrate it. Cyra walking along her road, taking in the full weight of her opponent's despair.
Many souls alongside her, these individuals giving aid to the Iconoclast. Her quickly moving feet, racing to the Death Seraph. Nearing the cage, hastily approaching that one to her heart. The young woman bursting onward, crashing her claw against her other half's scythe.
An enormous black void surrounding the devil, her sharp vision ahead. Immediately leaping away, cutting her way out with the blade in her gauntlet. Her eyes on the descending weapons, those screaming sentiments.
Slashing away at some with her claw, slightly stepping to her side, evading a few more. The young woman pressing back on the land, jumping to a high platform afar. Her offhand touching below, locking onto her opponent.
Instantly bursting through, Rose firing many dark swords at her. Those weapons meeting the maiden's vision, her quickly beating chest. Breaking through the attacks, colliding into her other half's weapon. Their immense fury, hitting Cyra afar, that demon landing on their feet.
The Death Seraph's opportunity, her strongly flowing malice. Charging onward, the person leaping into the air. Her scythe morphing into a long black sword, its harshly flowing negative energy. Closing in on the young woman, breaking through her defense, plunging it into her chest.
This immense impact, the maiden enduring its severe force, an attack cutting off her restorative ability. Blood red darkness releasing from Cyra, blasting her other half back on their feet.
Immediately acting on her moment, rushing forward. Piercing through Rose's shield, destroying the cage entrance. Shattering the person's defense, soon emerging from the other end. Instantly facing her other half, homing in on them.
"If you think this is hell--!"
Standing in the deepest abyss, her presence in the cage. Those shadowy arms around her other half, an entity close to her goal. Moving forward, tearing away at the bindings.
Her eyes on the Death Seraph, slashing into her with the blades in her gauntlet and shoes throughout the field, paralyzing her target. Shortly backflip kicking them high into the air, locking onto their foe above.
"--This is a start you will never forget--!!"
Many bearing witness to the maiden's determination, a person calling out to her other half. Ripping through their prison, offering a way out of the darkness. Her many experiences in the dusk, wishing to share the bliss with another.
Cyra leaping to her opponent, instantly vanishing. Colliding into Rose from every direction with her claw in a feverish frenzy, binding them in darkness. Immediately moving above her target, strongly sounding her spirit.
"--I will grind your soul into dust, and make you feel my desires!!!"
Reaching her hand forward, Rose's eyes on it. Slowly extending their own, accepting the maiden's offer. Rising to her feet, the dispersing shadowy arms.
Someone piercing the depths of another’s soul, showing the Death Seraph their Noble Demon's Pride. Cyra crashing the blade in her boot into her other half, hitting them towards the ground.
Instantly diving to them, electricity violently releasing from the maiden's claw. Grabbing her opponent's head, rushing to the earth, colliding them into the land. Unleashing these powerful sentiments, ripping away at the Heavenly Realm, rubble flying everywhere.