An entity searching for a long time, this chance in her hands. Standing in a realm with light, hearing a familiar melody in its space.
An enemy wishing for her to completely awaken, the deity desiring for something else. A bright individual with her, this person's guiding presence.
"Sis...I am glad you came. However, do not let them dictate your life, don't worry about me anymore! Worry about yourself for once!" his strong voice.
"You have always been such a good boy, but this is what an older sibling is for. Sometimes we suffer, so that the younger one can be happy. I will bring you back to me, then we will be a family again." Softly smiling at him.
"Sis..." The boy slightly looking down.
"Desdemona, kill the boy." Dale holding his hands behind his back.
Chilling words to Dabria and Ava, both stepping forward. The goddess below, her vision to Dillon. These sentiments within her, her purpose to this point.
An entity playing along in a game, waiting for her opportunity. That moment to her now, the being soon facing the man. Instantly grabbing his neck, his quickly beating chest.
Aiming her blade at his eye, glaring at him. Shortly plunging it through his skull, spilling blood in the distance, some landing on her. The goddess extracting her weapon, tossing aside the corse. Desdemona facing the maiden, her serious vision.
"Dillon here is coming with me, and we will be a family again. I will finally get the chance to see him perform." Her faint smile.
"I wanted to see it myself. Why did you let Dale take him hostage? What was the point?" Ava's uncertainty.
"I needed time to stabilize my presence in this world, otherwise he could have sent me back. Anyway, I suppose you understand, so I will be on my way." Desdemona turning.
"I never said he is going with you." Directing her sword at the goddess.
"C—can't we just talk this over...?" Dabria's hand over her chest, stepping forward.
"No, I thought something like this might happen. Even if she is me from another world, our devotion is the same. If I bring Dillon back to my world, things can go back to normal for me. It is an opportunity I will not give up." Desdemona facing her target, aiming her blade at the young woman.
I understand her emotions, we both want the same thing. Given how I am inside, there can only be one reality between us...
Similar feelings between two, their hearts seeking one. Both wishing to bring their brother back into their arms, refusing to pass up their opportunity.
These eternally branding sentiments, their wish to see him perform after a long time. The cold air around them, their deep emotions pushing forward.
"Ah..." Dillon slowly moving back a bit, uneasily holding his hands to his chest.
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"Is there really no other way...?" Dabria sadly gripping her upper arm.
"No, I doubt there is." Ava's eyes on her opponent.
I have come too far, I have gone through too much to give up on Dillon.
Two selfishly moving forward, both wanting the same wish. This final step towards them, a cycle nearing its end. Ruin everywhere, two from different worlds before each other. Their similar hearts, neither giving in. Those flowing sentiments from them, shortly stepping ahead.
Hastily racing to the other, clashing at the bottom of the stairs. Sparks flying into the air, their great determination, shouting their souls. Negative energy crashing down, Ava enduring it.
Swiftly moving to her side, colliding her blade into her enemy's own. Pressing against Desdemona, both racing along their road of light.
"I have committed so many atrocities for this moment, I am not giving him up!" Desdemona strongly declaring.
"I as well have done the same, and none shall keep me from him!" Ava retorting.
"P—please! No more of this!" Dillon begging.
"Listen to him!" Dabria pleading.
Their strongly flowing sentiments, their violently burning emotions. Not listening to any other, running after their goal. One at the end of this nightmare, both desperately reaching after him.
Ava shifting her stance, rendering her elbow into her foe's rib. This painful attack on Desdemona, the deity withstanding it. Shortly bashing their skull into the maiden's own, staggering them.
Both soon leaping away, the goddess standing on her side. Aiming her offhand at the young woman, her furious vision.
"If you have a death wish, then I will be more than happy to kill you!" her powerful voice.
Snapping her fingers, this immense pressure crushing down. Unsettling feelings in Dabria and Dillion, their wish for another solution.
Two racing along their route, clashing through the realm of light. Piercing the many shadowy arms, refusing to remain silent. Darkness rushing out, the maiden dashing forward.
Leaping from one end to the next, curving around the sharp blades, slipping through the smallest openings. Shortly leaping above, locking onto her foe.
Her sword over her other shoulder, diving to her enemy. Desdemona quickly acting, unleashing a flurry of attacks. Powerfully crashing them into the maiden, devastatingly exploding the field.
"Gyah!!!"
Ava flying afar, this shocking sight to Dabria and Dillon. The young woman colliding into the land, her weapon sticking down at her side.
Lying along her road of light, her weak vision ahead, her brother at the end of the path. Shortly hearing a blade sliding across the land, the maiden unable to move.
Blood flowing out of her, her agonizing pain. Desdemona approaching the maiden, soon standing in front of them.
The shaking girl, her reacting body, racing down the stairs. Ava looking up to the deity, scowling at them. Witnessing their sinister grin, the weapon aiming above.
Dillon hastily moving, screaming out to his sister. The boy jumping in the way, that blade passing through his heart. An action devastating both, their trembling eyes.
Dabria ceasing her movements, alarmingly covering her mouth. Two yearning for the same, a brother trying to stop them.
"D—Dillon...why...?!" Desdemona's painful voice.
"I—It is because...you are both...my sisters..." Blood streaming down his mouth.
"D—Dillon...Dillon!!!" Ava screaming out, her sinking heart.
His fading life, one wishing for them both to stop. His action to save one, this terrifying sight to the three. His sisters devotion finishing his life, these dreadful sentiments within them.
Falling from their world of light, descending into the dark abyss. Desdemona removing her sword, holding him in her arms, tightly hugging him.
Tears flowing down her face, her deep emotions. Screaming out, great malice spilling from her. Two in the darkness, their brother no more. Rain descending on the field, bathing the sorrowful place.
The goddess setting down the body, rising to her feet, glaring down at her target. Dabria rushing forward, soon standing between them. Extending her arms, her strict eyes on the deity.
"Enough! No more!" her dreadful tone.
"Out of my way...you are not part of my world..." Desdemona hatefully motioning her blade afar.
What is the point anymore...? Dillon...he's gone. Everything I did...was for him. Yet...I am the reason he ended up dead...