A crafty enemy, moving in the shadows. Eliminating pieces, trying to get to one. Her strong resilience, yet pain at her depths.
Standing underneath the bleeding moon, her vision on her children. Moving it to Fernandez, deep wounds on his body. An animal doing his best, not giving in.
Feeling his sentiments, those flowing memories. Enduring the harshness from his foe, continuously rising. That foe grabbing him by the neck, his eyes to Maria and Azad.
Shifting it back to the entity, no more resistance in him. Walking to her daughter, an older sister defending the younger one. Pushing back against her opponent, his enormous attack.
Surrounding her in malice, impaling her with shadowy spikes. Changing her attention to her son, his remaining feelings. Watching his falling sibling, calling out to her. The young man kneeling to her, his shaking eyes.
Looking above, that large person before him. Raising his sword, glaring down at him. Taking the time, burying those to her heart.
Her deep frustrations, heavily breathing. Her flowing malice, these powerful emotions. One in her mind, her deep rage. Blaming herself, constantly away from home.
Freely soaring, arriving too late, everything slipping out of her hands. Standing in front of their graves, those few behind her. Valor angrily looking away, biting his lower lip.
"We start planning now, and tomorrow night will be the last time something like this happens." Cyra glancing back to them.
"Whatever it takes, I don't care anymore..." Isa gripping her arms, looking away.
"Use us as you wish, just ensure to leave a message that will never be forgotten..." Atalune's hand to her chest, her stern gaze on the devil.
"It is time they felt what is truly at the depths of ours souls." Ava facing away, folding her arms.
"Cyra...are you really going to...?" the once supreme deity's uneasy expression on her.
I have decided on my path. The last thing I can do, is to take our hopes and dreams, and scar them into the worlds...
That bleeding moon in the sky, a curse within its light. Many underneath its gaze, each believing in their way. Acknowledging the presence of one, a solution inside its sorrow.
Those to her heart, wishing for them to continue on. A way to achieve what is at her depths, no longer remaining in silence. Her sounding soul, her flowing malice.
Something resting at her depths, the Seraph behind her. Her awareness on this one's direction, folding her arms. The following morning, the group gathering around a table in the living room.
Pictures along the walls, those happy memories. This hollow feeling inside of them, needing to press forward. A map of the demon's original home, a palace above the heavens.
"My other half...I cannot feel her. So, you too have fallen, Rose..." Scraping the table with her nails.
"How will we divide our forces?" Atlalune's eyes on the devil.
Her vision on each of them, everyone willingly putting down their lives. Losing much, their psyche in a terrible state. Holding on, believing in her possibility.
Wanting to give back to them, her way to do so. Glancing behind, the Seraph facing away from her. Folding her arms, their meeting gaze. Those pure white wings, continuously shielding the young woman.
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"So, that is your solution huh. Very well, I will bear witness to your path, and protect you until the end." Sadly looking away.
"I will continue to defy fate, until the end. I want you to watch, as I free myself from the burden that has followed me since my birth." Her soft voice.
Born underneath the light of the crimson moon, a curse of an existence. Despising it for years, binding in shackles for a long time.
Eventually breaking free, reaching for what is within. Those chains continuously gripping her, her heart wishing for freedom.
Something dormant within her, her rising resolve. These pieces around her, carrying their hopes and dreams. Pointing down on the map, visualizing her direction.
"No doubt the front will have heavy security. Atlalune, you will go first. Your endurance and ability to command the power of gods will be valuable in this position." Her eyes on the ex-mercenary.
"Live on the battlefield, die on the battlefield huh. Not like I have anything else left to lose." Nodding her agreement, her hand on her waist.
Each walking down their path, their willingness to push through. Hearts in this madness, the raging storm. Refusing to relent, powerfully proceeding onward. One linking them together, a chain of hope.
Their fury inside, yearning to bring meaning to the demise of those to their hearts. Allowing themselves as pieces, willfully playing their parts. That devil returning her eyes to the map, trailing her finger to the palace.
"On the first floor, Ava will contend with the defense there. We will afterwards make our way to the middle, Isa will then go. And right before the end, you are up, Valor." Her sad voice.
"In short, we are making a path for you towards him." Isa's hand on her waist.
"His main goal is me, and so I will make this right." Stepping back, her vision to a picture on the wall.
Hearts in this insanity, an entity wanting to right her wrong. These lives in her hands, guiding them down their path.
That photo to her memories, many friends enjoying themselves. A way for them to have this again, desiring to give this for their kindness. Countless diving into the abyss, reaching in, pulling her from her sorrow.
Living her current life, mostly doing so in peace. This catastrophic event, her awareness on her curse. Not allowing it to quell her, pushing back one last time.
"Alright, you keep running, and don't stop no matter what happens." Ava gesturing her hand to the demon.
"So, it has come to this again..." Valor frustratingly looking away.
"Valor...I think we both knew. That it was a matter of time, before our lives came crumbling down." Warmly smiling at him.
Avoiding her fate, continuously defying it. Not wishing to give in, shouting her soul. One bringing miracles, opposing the reason of others.
Her last stand, not backing down. The weight of this situation, a decision to choose. Deciding on her path, those with her looking at her.
Wanting another way, yet unable to do so. Giving her support, walking alongside her in an abyss. Using this day, further preparing.
Eventually sundown upon them, stepping outside of the mansion. That devil in her gold armor, her noble velvet cape extending down from the lower half of her back.
"Alright, it is time. Even towards the end, shout your soul, let it be heard." Cyra faintly smiling.
Taking her words to heart, watching her opening the way. That black void, stepping into it. Shortly finding themselves in a realm above the heavens, these flowery fields.
A palace stretching high, that bleeding moon shining down its light. Numerous enemies blocking the way, the ex-mercenary stepping forward. Her burning soul, glancing back to the devil.
"In the least...I ask that you bring back Sol, let her live a happy life away from this insanity..."
Playing her part, accepting her direction. Giving her hopes and dreams onto another, her willingness to make a path. That demon hearing her message, these sentiments flowing inside of her.
One once a mercenary, concealing her identity. An innocent one coming into her life, allowing her to face the world again. These pure emotions, internalizing them.
Earlier this day, in front of the mansion. The flowing breeze, those graves nearby. Atlalune standing in front of them, distantly looking at her friends. Their lives gone in an instant, thinking to her partner.
Someone approaching from behind, looking to the person. That demon there, her sad expression. Her plan to go forward, using the lives of these precious individuals.
"If it is sadness you feel for using us. Then don't, we all share the same desires. You just keep running, and don't stop until you put that bastard in the ground." Atlalune softly smiling at her.
To keep running, to not stop. The wish from her companion, watching her charging into the storm. Fighting her way through, her igniting soul.
Setting the land ablaze, enduring the harshest attacks. Piercing forward, her sounding voice. Everyone moving forward, rushing through the path.
An ally paving their way, refusing to remain in silence. Seeing them entering into the palace, her weak smile. Blood streaming down her body, five daggers between her fingers.
"That's right, keep going, do not look back. We have nothing else to lose, but what we can give, is the hope we still have in us."