These flowing sentiments, moving along in an endless stream. Her path to tomorrow, walking towards her end. Accepting it, deciding to pass on the torch. Leaving everything to those of the future, her willingness to fight against her fate.

Her birth underneath the bleeding moon, a curse of an existence. Branding her an abomination, a halfbreed from a deity and demon. Fighting for her existence, yearning for her freedom.

Meeting innumerable, extending a hand to them. Wanting to give back to them, her confrontation in the dusk. Stepping out onto the roof, feeling the coldly blowing night breeze. That large man, his black armor, his velvet eyes on her.

"Welcome, Iconoclast. Must have been difficult, losing so many precious to you. Now you know how those countless others felt." Cracking his knuckles.

"I have always known, that was why I gave them a way out. So they do not have to suffer the same as I did." Her calm voice.

"But yet you still went on to strip away so many lives, upending the order like some terrorist." Folding his arms.

"Call me what you want, I will bear the full weight of my sins, but I will not lay down my life." Standing on her side, glaring at him.

Two meeting in this place, that young woman ending the life of the All-Father here. Her sounding soul, not remaining in silence. Damning innumerable, her raging emotions. Crushing the worlds, scarring her spirit into them.

This instance once again, carrying the hopes and dreams of others. Countless with her, bearing witness to her end. That Seraph behind her, her sad eyes. Stepping away, no longer able to protect her.

"Go Cyra, it is time for you to rest."

Her mother and father at her side, that Demon Tyrant, another a goddess from this realm. Their eyes on her, doing everything they can. Watching her grow, witnessing her surpassing her enemies.

Shaping her own life with her hands, fighting against her destiny. Her final stance, refusing to give into fate. The emotions from her friends, those parting words with her partner.

Her swirling malice, extending her right arm. Her purifying energy, this shining light. Blackness tearing away at her, once again revealing her massive shadowy claw of a dragon, her pulsing veins.

"Going all out from the start huh, good. I want there to be no question, that even at your best, you fell to order." Directing his sword at her.

Two within this darkness, each with their own intention. One wishing to bring demise to the Iconoclast, another wanting to fulfill the wishes of her friends. Racing forward, approaching her end.

Embracing what is within, selfishness guiding her way. Choosing this life, an abomination underneath the blood moon.

Her quickly beating heart, bursting onward. Crashing her claw against the blade of the man, a powerful shockwave piercing through.

"It will go down, that I, Aswald, have brought an end to this cycle." His sharp eyes.

"The hero Aswald killed the Devil of the Blood Moon, Cyra." Her solemn voice.

"Correct. No matter how much good you have done, it cannot wash away your sins. It is about time this moon returns to normal, so that everyone can live freely." His stern eyes.

"Heh..."

Pushing against her, breaking through her defense. His sweeping uppercut, this attack crashing against her, sending her rapidly spiraling into the air. Stopping her direction, locking onto her foe.

Descending on him, forcing her claw into him. Blackness releasing from him, this surrounding her. Trapping her in a void, her serious eyes.

Many negative spikes materializing around her, quickly colliding into her. This compressing energy, violently releasing.

The clearing space, that young woman from a distance, black chains binding her. Blood streaming down her body, her wounds not recovering. Her blurry vision, looking at her shackles.

"These are the chains that will erase you, but not your sins." His blade above.

"I have accepted my sins, they are nothing to be ashamed of, as they served to show how far I came. How far everyone came, so, I will show them one last miracle..."

Her words to him, one not denying it. Embracing it, a strange demon. Negativity flowing along the length of his sword, rising high into the sky. Chaining her, stopping her regenerative ability.

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Closing in on his victory, her message to his attention. Someone forcing against reason, surpassing her enemies. Becoming the greatest of all demons, a bond linking together countless.

"Do you honestly still believe you can win? Everyone has been dealt with, and you are alone." His serious expression.

"I am never alone..." Her calm tone.

"Is that so?" interest from him.

Once fighting alone, not trusting others. An existence of a curse, one born underneath the light of the crimson moon. Hurting for years, believing in her own capabilities.

Extending a hand to others, those coming to her aid, giving back a bit. Their belief in her, everyone wishing for her happiness. Living off of their efforts, her willingness to return their kindness. Her flowing divinity, her hasty heart.

"You can try and strip away everything I love, but you can never bind my soul. Even if everyone is gone, their will lives on through me."

"And what good will this do you in your current situation?" his increasing power.

"I will show you." Her faint smile.

His powerful malice, that thickly generating energy. His crushing force, withstanding it. Her flowing divine energy, washing the area in a bright light.

His eyes on her, seeing those of the dead. Their spirits around her, their stern eyes on him. Atlalune stepping forward, releasing the burning of her soul.

Holding back his influence, her partner at her side. Sol smiling at her, their displaying resolve. That demon allowing the ex-mercenary to return faster, her companion connecting with the entity, learning the truth from the past.

Others coming out, the second Iconoclast. Her wish to a great devil, giving up her humanity, gaining the power to save the person dearest to her.

Elina next to her, taking in the message of the original. A bond allowing for their future, appreciating it. Ava, a goddess following in her guidance, creating a new future.

Dabria, a soul reuniting with her partner from Cyra’s kindness. An entity shining light onto Sera and Selica’s path, showing them a brighter tomorrow.

Dillon, a boy spending years away from his sister. A great being from old giving him courage, his sister saving him from his torment.

From above, the once supreme deity descending, landing beside his wife, giving her a thumbs up. His best friend, someone beaming light onto his path.

"Show it to us Cyra!" Ava's strong voice.

"A will that defies fate!" Atalune swinging out her arm.

"Keep running, and don't look back! Show us one final miracle!" Isa's powerful tone.

"Why are you all still here? Spirits should not have any power in this world!" Aswald furiously aiming his sword at them.

These many souls, more turning up. Michael, a mercenary. Once living a pitiful life, the Iconoclast freeing him. Luna, a grateful princess for Cyra’s decision, a being letting her soar. Minerva, Levant, Reagan, Asha.

Four companions, their acceptance to the heavens, their burning passions gaining the demon’s acknowledgment. Aurora and Zeus, two old friends.

Their terrible lives, the Iconoclast giving them a way out of their agony. Handing them a better life, their hearts wishing to defend her. Raiser, Esther, Lance, and Anya.

Four witnessing her efforts from the Eternal Night, the realm of Midgard in a terrible state. Fighting against the horrors, crushing her foes.

Desiring for the daylight, connecting countless bonds. Coming to their aid again, freeing their kingdom from its captors.

Raphael and Lucia, two able to eternally live together, that devil reuniting them. Sharing words from within, shaping their new life.

Numerous from her past, her actions reaching them, their hearts linking with her. Wanting to see a world without this chaos, their determination against it.

Believing in her, putting their faith in her, protecting her. Many more coming out underneath the bleeding moon, a bond linking them together. Richter and a Cerberus, the devil’s warm hand giving them a place to belong.

Zephyr and Rozalin, companions from old. Their separation for a long time, that entity bringing them together, granting the wish from their hearts. Azim, the first Defender of Midgard.

Witnessing the original’s resolve, her determination touching him, teaching him much. Granting his desire, a hero with his family again.

Eres, someone once viewing her as an abomination. Seeing her protect Valor, their close relationship. Someone bringing hope, creating miracles.

Reaching her, coming to her aid. Hel and Envy, misfortune on them. Punishment towards them, yet Cyra giving them their heart’s desire, setting them free towards each other. Loki, the trickster god, her actions allowing him to lead a new direction.

Maria, a daughter admiring her mother. Someone following them for years, her mother unable to see her. An arriving time, those meaningful words still with her. Eventually returning, freely living her life. Azad, a boy born from new possibilities.

Loving his mother, standing against anyone trying to harm her. Iris, an angel from the heavens. Two becoming like sisters, enjoying their time with one another.

Fernandez, an iguana not having anyone. The young woman’s kindness to him, giving him a family. Levi, a leviathan once suffering, the original saving him.

Fenrir, the mighty wolf. Clashing against her, learning her heart. Believing in her, her efforts shining hope within him.

Argent, a boy originally in an internment camp. Doubting his chance to see the outside, that young woman coming into his life.

Killing his captors, accepting him into her warm arms. Rita, someone witnessing a noble demon’s pride, that person’s unending faith.

Victor, an angel once without his freedom. A demon extending her hand, pulling him from his shackles. Rose, her other half. Two originally in opposition, their linking hearts.

The devil never stopping, reaching into the darkness, pulling her from her despair. Granting onto her freedom, those meaningful actions.

These spirits surrounding the demon in their warmth, not allowing her to go alone. Her flowing divine energy, the man closely looking at her. Watching it spill out of her, enveloping the chains. Ripping it apart, devouring it, assimilating it into her.

Fading away, her soul surging above. Pentagrams rapidly spiraling around her, passing through them into an endless wave. Shutting her eyes, spinning, her thickening armor.

Slightly raising her head, twin ovals forming in front of her helm, floating there. Her blackening hair, motioning her hand across her face.

Opening her vision, her shining gold eyes. Turning once more, a halo of swords spiraling around her back. Extending her demon sword, her blade thinning in size, stretching long.

A weapon constantly evolving, shining its red gleam, meeting the challenge. This last battle with her, seeing her path towards its end.

That descending devil, a pure light blanketing the field. Levitating above the ground, placing away Lævateinn.

"This state...fine, come, let me see your path." His serious gaze.