A heart seeking what is within, forcing against reason. Defying the will of others, shouting her soul. Countless enemies over the years, an entity bringing demise in the wake of her despair.
Defeating innumerable foes, gathering the support from many. Another rising, yearning to break the shackles confining him.
Wanting his justice, a stain existing on the realms. Ascending to the realm of the gods, descending chaos on the world.
The night sky, that bleeding moon shining down its light. Numerous floating platforms, chains connecting them. Numerous scattering bodies, his soldiers storming through the gate.
The first step is to sever her connections.
Walking down his path, doing his research over the years. Fitting together pieces, an entity creating miracles.
Carrying the hopes and dreams of others, leading them in a direction of madness. Her strong will, linking others in her web.
Entering into the home of the deities, many awaiting him. His large figure, his black armor. A stern expression on him, his short white hair. Gazing at his enemies, his velvet eyes.
Aiming his sword forward, his sounding voice. Countless charging ahead, others from afar sniping their targets.
What makes your freedom better than others? What makes it more worthwhile than mine? Your fate has been decided since the day of your birth, Iconoclast.
Growing up over the years, learning about her. A mockery of everything, his deep fury. Wanting to silence the greatest of all demons.
Desiring for his justice, a place where order exists. Playing along in a sick game, removing pieces on the board. A king piece at the end, her many units on the field.
Moving his allies into place, his goal in mind. Proceeding forward, making his way to the palace. A structure stretching far into the sky, a labyrinth below.
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Once ruling here, but giving it up. It puzzled me on why, but it does not matter in the end. Your demise is necessary to bring meaning to the deaths of countless...
Following along his path, his shining road. His burning resolve, opposing this rationality. Seeking order, insanity for years.
One connecting innumerable, her powerful determination. Meeting this challenge, pushing onward. Forcing his way ahead, shortly finding himself in the throne room.
This new leader before him, Eres. Hair of the land tying back, her vision of the sun. Sternly looking at him, aiming her sword at him. Bodies everywhere around her, her hasty heart.
"Why is it that you invade us?" her stern eyes.
"It is because you are a piece to defeating Cyra Von Erit, the greatest of all demons." Standing on his side.
"Do you intend to bring ruin upon us?" her surprise.
"My intention is for order. The freedom she sought after, it will be made right." His calm voice.
Seeking after what is within, not backing down. Stepping on the domain of the gods, shouting her soul. Damning countless, her overflowing emotions.
Crushing the worlds, her displaying resolve. Venturing through the years, bearing witness to these events through memories. Feeling anguish, echoing sorrow in him.
"It is not a path she obtained alone, we all wanted her to live the life she wished. She was condemned to a life of an abomination and searched for a way out." Eres slightly looking away.
"And does that make it right?" his strict gaze on her.
"No, it does not. Though, looking at just that would be ignoring all the great things she did as well." This queen glaring at him.
Two meeting in this room, their direction to go forward. Refusing to relent, each proceeding in their path. Their moving feet, bursting through the area. Clashing against one another, sparks flying in the air.
Pressing their sword to the other, shortly breaking away. That man's offhand ahead, dark pentagrams rapidly surrounding him. This immense pressure on the woman, her unease by his power.
"No matter what she did, it will not be enough to wash away her sins. And you all who aided her will share a similar fate." His cold voice.
"If you think by killing us you can stop her, then you are sorely mistaken..." Her defensive stance.
Believing in her possibility, a young woman shining light into the deepest of darkness, her hand extending to numerous.
Her soft heart, her unrelenting determination. Bringing forward miracles, containing her sadness. Not wishing for her to suffer, giving back a bit. Reaching in, pulling her from her sorrow.
Creating a new way, her lessons throughout time. The expanding pentagrams, tearing away at the area. Blackness enveloping the queen, her high faith in one.