A realm of misery and war, legends foretelling the virtue of the gods long ago. One branding her soul on the Nine Worlds, her deep desires. An abomination born from a devil and deity, a halfbreed with infinite potential. Variations throughout time, the many tales. Some stories depicting her once happy, her adventurous spirit, despair consuming her.
Her conflict with the deities, opposing their reason. Others labeling her as pure evil, the worst of the worst, the embodiment of the seven sins. Only few knowing the truth, both sides having some information, none ever truly having it all together.
Great sorrow on a dreadful realm, a creature against the madness. His knowledge of the worlds, his deep regrets. The endless nights going by, those stars spreading across the sky. A battlefield tearing apart with each passing moment, countless screams from enemies, weapons vastly scattering.
Blood painting the grassy area, trees surrounding them. A flag with the symbol of a dragon standing strong, a mighty beast before a group of soldiers. This massive white lion, his strong muscles. His proud mane flowing in the wind, those yellow eyes piercing into his foes.
Glancing to the right, some soldiers closing in. Turning to his left, more nearing him. Immediately crashing his claw against the land, malice tearing away at the area. Letting out a mighty roar, a powerful burst of energy striking the surroundings, his opponents blocking out the intensity.
"W—what is this thing...?" a young woman's hesitant voice.
Her dark hair tying back, those eyes of the sea, her fiery dragon armor. The lion leaping high, firearms aiming at him. Sounding gunfire, a powerful barrier repelling the assaults.
Descending on the earth, colliding into it, ripping away at the field with his immense energy. The rising land, fire piercing from the depths. A wall of inferno enveloping his enemies, that young woman dashing away.
Her blade extending far, her uncertain vision ahead. Screams from many, weapons staking into the ground, bodies joining the rest. The shortly subsiding flames, that beast from a distance.
Looking into her eyes, not sensing a hostile presence. Steadily lowering her weapon, his sharp gaze on her. The lion gazing at the flag of the dragon, that person shifting her attention to it.
"You are not an enemy...?" her distant tone.
Looking to her hand, her despairing eyes. Screams to her mind, wondering on the point in the madness. Many falling, all in the name of a dragon. A deity possibly not caring for their problems, her experience over her years.
Walking down her direction, keeping questions within her. Blackness around her, her vision on the lion. The beast walking up to her, shortly standing before her. Their meeting eyes, reflecting on her actions.
"Why did I even join the military...?"
A constantly plaguing question, her attention on the many bodies on the battlefield. Her mission to quell this beast, those branding him the spawn of a detestable being. These sentiments inside of her, wondering on the truth.
Feeling the coldly blowing wind, this unrestful night. The lion turning his attention to an energy far away, his eyes on a dark light stretching into the sky. That young woman looking in the direction, a frightening chill running down her spine.
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Oh detestable King of Beasts, you who are a stain upon our beautiful world. Spawn of the Iconoclast, that is what you are...
Embracing his selfishness, his reason to proceed. Opposing the rationality of his enemies, his sounding soul. Fixating his vision, that voice running down his spine. This exerting pressure, resisting its force.
The lion walking ahead, shortly stopping. Thinking for a moment, that young woman behind him. His great regrets of the past, a failure constantly haunting him. Glancing back to her, their meeting eyes.
"Follow you?" uneasily resting her hand on her chest.
Carrying the weight of his sins, the image of one in his mind. His hatred towards those responsible, this person with him washing away in a whirlpool of madness. Nodding his confirmation to her, soon shifting his attention ahead.
Moving onward, the young woman trailing behind him. Having no allies, this terrible area, an unfavorable situation for her. Making their way through the woods, smaller animals running about.
Her eyes on the lion, her uncertainty on what to say. From above, in between dimensions. The Iconoclast watching, her long blonde hair, a red ribbon tying at the back of her head.
Those crimson eyes, wearing her gold armor, that noble velvet cape extending from the lower half of her back. Feeling the beast's anguish, his heart's desire. His purpose to go forward, bearing witness to his direction.
"A simple wish is what guides you. Very well, I will see to where your path takes you." Folding her arms.
Her calm eyes on the King of Beasts, an entity watching his path. Staying on the side, feeling someone behind her. Glancing to the direction, her eyes meeting with the person. Sorrow from her, that devil slightly looking away.
Two continuing through the woods, the young woman trying to think of anything to say. That lion soon stopping, the soldier ceasing her movements as well. This concentrating malevolence to the beast's attention, rifts forming from the land.
Shadowy hands emerging, many decaying fiends pulling themselves up. Unease from the young woman, shortly shaking away the shock. Directing her blade forward, these constantly rising beings.
The growling lion, darkness consuming his body. Unleashing the energy, malice rushing high. Negative blades piercing through, dispersing the concentration. Assaults striking the fiends, blackness shrouding the king.
Emerging out of it, his hair reflecting the bright sun. Those eyes of the blood moon, his shining armor. His stern eyes on the many bodies, one in his mind. Trying his best, everything slipping away from his hands.
Accepting his hatred, wanting to bring meaning to the end of one. Fiends burning away into the darkness, his great fury. Rubbing his wrists, turning his attention to the blackness so far, that horrific voice to him. The young woman's eyes on him, trying to process the situation.
"What...are you...?" gripping her upper arm.
A king walking in darkness, his way without light. Someone once there, his path now alone. Those responsible in mind, an echoing voice within him. Glancing back to the person, his ferocious eyes.
Proceeding in his direction, refusing to remain in silence. Growing stronger, tackling his challenges. These tides around him, withstanding its harsh waves. Turning to her, folding his arms.
"Simply an abomination." His calm tone.
Accepting his route, refusing to remain in silence. A precious one to his mind, her fading presence. Carrying the weight of his sorrow, opposing the will of his enemies.
Turning to his side, his eyes to the direction of the darkness. Taking on an extra burden, remembering the words from a precious individual. Her echoing message, this branding in him.
Even if it is just one, that life you helped can blossom, and can one day return to give aid.
A pure soul from his past, a person no longer with him. A bright individual, someone believing in the best. Her life in a corrupt world, those stripping it away. A powerless king, one unable to stop it.
His frustrating sentiments, constantly thinking back. Searching for guidance, her messages leading him onward. His feverish heart, wanting to bring meaning to her end.
"Your name? At least that much I am owed." Folding her arms, slightly looking down.
A grim situation on them, two battling in this terrible place. A king not killing her, revealing his heart. A soldier doubting her purpose, following questionable orders.
Finding herself with a lion, his state before her. Shifting her vision to him, their meeting eyes. Thinking on her request, shortly turning from her. Lowering his arms, his vision above to the crimson moon.
"Zephyr, and you?" walking onward.
"Alicia." Faintly smiling, moving along.