Hearts connecting in this endless stream, believing in the possibility of one. Death no more than a way to go forward, targets in mind.

One below, her new life as a detective. Sitting in her car next to a sidewalk, reviewing some documents with a flashlight.

Trying to fit together some pieces, needing something more to issue a warrant. Her long crimson hair, tying at the base with a lavender ribbon, her eyes reflecting the sky. A dark coat on her, her similar top and jeans.

"Can't you just do some magic or whatnot and find evidence?" the sighing man, flipping through some papers.

"Sure, if you want to wish to never exist." Ava circling some points of interest.

"Hah, no thanks then." Faintly smiling at her.

This is the life I live now, solving usually murders. It is actually quite fun really, but also...very sad...

A pleasant individual, her partner on her jobs. A person passing the time, a skillful man tackling the finest details. Her decision on doing this, choosing a safer profession within her abilities.

Taking some time, applying herself. Getting a proper education, displaying her capabilities. A valuable asset in the field, those concealing her, requesting her efforts.

"So, when is the marriage gonna happen?" he looks to the crimson moon.

"In four months, Dabria has been all over the place trying to get things perfect." Shaking her head in disbelief, faintly smiling.

"Haha, you better invite me ya know." Glancing to her, brightly grinning.

"You'll be the first, Arron." Her eyes slightly to him.

Arron has been fully supportive of us, despite some unfavorables. He is someone I trust a lot.

Her talents on the battlefield, wanting to get a closer look for himself. Witnessing the power of a deity, his quickly beating heart.

Unease at first, her hand towards him. Their forming friendship, two solving mysteries together. Competing at times, passing away the days.

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This night on them, the bleeding light shining down. That man tapping her shoulder, her attention to him. Arron pointing to a person, their suspicious movements to the back of their house.

"Can't just approach him, we need something more solid." The man frustratingly folding his arms.

"We are just here to scout, and from there we should be able to get a court approval with what we have to search deeper." Her hand to her chin.

"I swear, sometimes the law is a pain in the ass." Sighing from him.

I have to agree with him on this. Even if it is clear as day, we need to do things professionally. I cannot say, how many times it enraged me to see some scum walk away.

Doing things by the book, her new way of life. Embracing it, relishing in these simple feelings. Investigating others, revealing crimes. Making her living this way, providing for those to her heart.

Those two observing the person, noticing something slight. That maiden raising her binoculars, turning on night vision. Closely zooming in, her sharp gaze.

"Alright, I think we got enough to get a warrant to search this place."

"Good, now maybe I can finally get some sleep. For now, let's call it a night." Arron yawning, stretching his arms.

Working long hours, his tiring body. Understanding this, the mortal endurance. Nodding her agreement, turning the key for the car. Starting it up, her eyes ahead. Sentiments within her, a connecting line.

Distress from her companion, her widening gaze. This late hour, wondering on the reason. Immediately looking to the man, his confusing vision to her.

"You'll have to drive home yourself, I have to hurry back to Dabria." Her stern expression.

"What is up? Is she in danger?" his unease.

"That is what it feels like..."

Dabria...Selica...Dillon, please be safe...

Her hasty heart, concerning with the hazel one. A pure individual coming into her life, shining light on her dark path. Wanting to protect her, creating this link between them.

Distorting the area around her, fading into a void. Shortly stepping into her living room, her shocking expression. Her fiancée, Selica, and Dillon.

All lying on the blue carpet, blood pooling around them. Falling to her knees, looking ahead. A large man, his velvet vision, his dark armor.

"Don't even try to reset reality, Desdemona." Folding his arms.

"Why...why won't it work?!" frustratingly pounding the ground.

"It is because my influence is stronger. Now then, go and find the Iconoclast. If you want any hope of seeing them again that is." Turning from her.

Her great fury, her cold vision on him. Negativity harshly swirling around her, enveloping her. Her extending arm, that black gauntlet. Her revealing head, hair reflecting the sun, those white eyes.

A dark feathery helmet on her, her unveiling body. Her dark protection, that noble ruinous cape on the lower half of her back. Her blade afar, rushing at him.

His gaze towards her, immediately turning. Thrusting his sword, piercing her formation. Crashing against her, hitting her afar. The young woman colliding into the wall, a falling picture.

Landing below, residing on her knee. Her vision on the photo, Dabria hugging her. The innocent one's bright smile, that deity’s sorrowful gaze, tears to her eyes.

"Consider that a warning until it is time." Facing away from her.