Locking onto his enemies, steadily moving his pieces in place. Taking out the units of the enemy king, solidifying his path.
Believing in his way, yearning for his freedom. Feeling the anguish of innumerable, not allowing for this mockery. Another true enemy coming into existence, the birth of a second Iconoclast.
A great struggle, closely watching their movements. One once part of a church, steeling herself, hardening her heart.
An innocent one coming into her life, shining light on her path. Their growing bond, separation coming to the two. Refusing to remain in silence, giving up her humanity.
Burning down lands, terrorizing lives, anything towards her partner. Not caring for her price, her willingness to pay it. Eventually living their lives together again, finding themselves along the sidewalk this day.
This second true enemy, her long white hair. Her gold and red eyes, her pale skin. A dark coat on her, her similar top and short jeans.
Black belts crossing her waist, her noble cape similarly in color on the lower half of her back. That partner with her, their flowing hazel hair and azure eyes.
Her red top, a dark dress wrapping below. Joyously looping her arm around Isa's own, pointing to the next direction.
"Come on, I feel like going for a nice walk in the park." Her bright smile.
"Heh, of course."
These pure sentiments, relishing in them again. Clashing against former allies, stepping on the domain of the gods, shouting her soul.
Not remaining in silence, everything towards this life. Yearning to bring her companion back into her arms, not allowing anyone to stop her path.
Wanting her happiness, numerous connecting hearts. Finding their way to the park, this quiet area. Two walking along, watching the smaller animals run by.
"Everything is good on your end, right?" Elina's finger to her chin.
"Yeah, sent out invitations to everyone who doesn't want me dead heh. Wasn't much, that is for sure." Scratching the back of her head.
"In time they will learn, but until then, this is enough." That hazel one's vision to the sky.
A pure soul, not wishing for much. Wanting everyone to her heart to show up, their wedding drawing closer.
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Hard efforts over the years, making their own path. Some friends originally from the church, those supporting them. Learning of Armand, a man willing to take away their freedom.
His plan over the years, nearing his goal. A soldier returning from the dead, giving up her humanity. Desiring for the freedom of her partner, nothing else mattering. Two shortly sitting on a bench, Elina bracing against her companion.
"You never told me what cake you want, I will make it." Her vision to Isa.
"I—I don't have much of a sweet tooth ya know..." Uneasily looking away.
"Hmm...Isa, are you afraid of my cooking?" this pure one's suspicious gaze.
Doing her best, trying to avoid her craft. A disastrous recipe book, death all in one place. Her quickly beating heart, looking to this innocent person. Their strict eyes on her, the young woman's racing mind.
Wondering on a solution, this individual closing in on the reason. An idea quickly coming to her mind, gripping the hands of her partner. Catching notice of the action, Elina's growing suspicion.
"I was just thinking, let someone else handle it. It is your day you know, no point in doing this stuff yourself." Her careful words.
Not believing her, moving closer to her, pressing herself against Isa. Her stern eyes, her sounding voice. The distorting sky, this strange force.
Stopping her companion for a bit, looking above. Their confusion on the occurrence, sparking lightning. Unease from the young woman, urging the hazel one up.
Quickly moving away, that descending energy. Enveloping the field, crushing the area. The clearing light, the Iconoclast weakly on the ground.
Steadily looking ahead, her widening gaze. Forcing to her feet, racing over the pure one. Kneeling to her, holding her in her arms. An unresponsive one, life no longer in her.
"Isa, another Iconoclast. You who damned everyone's salvation with your obsession for a single life."
Her aching heart, tears in her vision. Her attention ahead, that large man with velvet eyes, his black armor.
Putting together the pieces, the weird distortion. The immense force, the certain timing. Her boiling hatred, setting down her companion. Extending her left arm, malice rapidly tearing away at it.
Its steadily expanding form, morphing into a massive shadowy claw. Going so far, giving up everything to claim her deepest desire, this foe taking away her shining light.
"What did she have to do with anything?!" furiously swinging out her arm.
"A shame, I know, but a necessary piece to bring down the original Iconoclast."
"A piece...? She was not a commodity!" bursting through.
A heart racing in blackness, her way without light. Everything towards her direction, clashing against many. Burning down lands, terrorizing lives, refusing to remain in silence.
An enemy targeting her partner, stripping away her hope. Nearing her foe, crashing her claw against his sword.
His firm stance, his immense will. Breaking her stance, rendering his elbow into her chest. Stepping back, his sharp gaze. Striking at her, his powerful impact.
Crushing against her, sending her across the field. Colliding into the ground, bouncing up. Flipping onto her feet, plunging her arm into the land, stopping her direction.
"If you want any hope of seeing her again, then find the original Iconoclast." Facing away from Isa.
His position, his counter towards her. Mirroring her former leader, her quickly beating chest. Her foggy mind, not able to clearly focus. Falling to her knee, lowering her head.
That person walking ahead, moving into the void. The shortly closing path, leaving his condition. One able to reverse the situation, needing to find the original. Everything linking in a bond, a demon connecting countless.