Desires deep inside, eternally screaming in agony. A soul wanting to be free, enduring many tormenting years. Tears in the shadows, a heart in bondage. A single entity standing against the weight of the Nine Worlds, shouting her soul.

Diving into the abyss, extending a hand to numerous. Continuously resisting, forming bonds with others. Grasping their hopes and dreams, these friends coming to her aid, giving back a bit. Embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, becoming corruption itself.

An Iconoclast, one opposing the grandest powers. Staining her soul, wishing for what is within. Breaking through towards a brighter tomorrow, leaving behind lessons. Once living a happy life, slowly losing it. Her deep hatred, her great determination.

Scarring her emotions into the worlds, many fearing her. Possessing a soft heart, closing in on her deepest desire. Yearning for it, taking up the role as leader of the heavens for now. Giving her old friend time, yet her sentiments steadily clawing to the surface.

High above the worlds, through the many clouds. Chains connecting countless platforms, the gentle breeze blowing through the night. The blood moon high in the sky, a familiar gate burning its ancient symbols.

Passing through, revealing the realm of the gods and home of the angels. Innumerable buildings stretching tall, advancement in technology evolving the place. Lights shining far, horrific decorations lining around each corner.

Many inhabitants enjoying the time, especially a certain person. These simple feelings, flowing along in an endless stream. Connecting the hearts of others, numerous sharing in this joy. Towards the tall palace, a labyrinth on the ground. Many intersecting pathways, statues of valuable comrades on every end.

On the lower floor of the palace, Valor standing at the center. Wearing his armor, his crimson hair, those eyes reflecting the ocean. The granite floor around, the numerous decorations in each direction.

Lanterns, specters floating about, trick doors and more. Positioning his arms in a thinking posture, looking down at the iguana. Fernandez, the infamous barking iguana. Wearing tights and a mask, a red cape extending from his back.

"Hey bud...what day is it...?" Valor's hesitant voice, his hands to his chest.

Losing track of time, this suspicious night. His hasty heart, hope within him. The iguana pointing to the calendar, that god nervously walking over to the wall. Slowly inhaling and exhaling, gathering his nerves.

Fixating his eyes on the date, seeing the dreadful time. Flinching a the sight of it, this day of Halloween. His companion loving it, those years with her. One never letting up, continuously making it more horrific.

"Yeah...well bud...packing my stuff. See ya in three thousand hours..." Valor glancing back to him.

Every year since the end of the Eternal Night, the young woman slowly returning to her old self. Relishing in horror, wanting to experience it with him. Her great power, blanketing the worlds in darkness.

Shortening the gap in time between worlds, a power coming from the deity of time. That iguana in awareness on her power, one extending this event. Taking delight in torturing her partner, embracing in this bliss.

"Oohh Vvaall!!" a familiar person singing.

The slightly flinching deity, his racing heart. Quickly looking around the room, turning towards Fernandez. Falling to his knees, begging the animal to distract her. That iguana feeling pity for his buddy, nodding his agreement, soon walking in the direction. Levi the leviathan slithering in, his brilliantly shining silver scales.

The serpent wearing a black mask on his face, his attention on Valor, seeing him quickly running away. Knowing well the greatest of all demons wishes for their presence, the beast following behind, carefully keeping an eye on the once supreme god.

Simple sentiments within the night, an entity enjoying these occurrences. Seeking out her companion, desiring for him to experience it with her. Fernandez shortly standing in a hallway, facing the Iconoclast. A red carpet below him, blood painting the walls, fearsome fiends extending from the pictures.

That young woman’s long blonde hair, a velvet ribbon tying behind her head, the laces extending a bit far. Her crimson eyes reflecting the moon, bony armor stretching from her body. Half a mask covering her face, great malevolence shrouding her. Placing her hand on her waist, this devil looking down at the iguana.

"Fernandez, where is Valor?" pressing her index finger to her chin.

Agreeing to assist his friend, that demon before him. A horrific night, her love for this day. Extending it, bringing everyone along into her joy. The animal thinking for a bit, an idea quickly coming to his mind.

Standing on his hind-legs, first pointing at her, soon covering his eyes. Carefully observing his messages, watching the creature quickly expanding his claws. The iguana jumping into the air, shortly landing on the ground.

"A surprise for me? Hmm...he is running huh." Folding her arms, her humorless gaze.

Confirming her conclusion, that one stalling for enough time. Doing his friend a favor, allowing the deity to make some distance. This hunt before the devil, her stretching malevolence. Her darkness flowing through many paths of the palace, trying to lock onto Valor. Two bonding from the older days, their connecting hearts. Separating for years, this life eventually coming before them.

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"Oh Val, I wonder, can you really run from our contact?" joyously resting her hand on her cheek.

Their confrontation at the end of the night, her displaying despair. Crushing down her weight on him, a deity refusing to run. Not wanting to repeat his mistake, taking in the full force. Enduring her harsh attacks, rushing in blackness. Defeat coming to him, yet his success.

That forming their contract, a way towards tomorrow. Outside the palace, the god standing in the labyrinth. Adjusting his plan over the years, withstanding many horrors. This moment with him, a place where the Iconoclast will never find him. Shortly hearing grunting from behind, the deity turning in the direction. His eyes on the leviathan, a natural follower of his wife.

"Oh...hi. I'm just...getting something really special for her." Valor's hand behind his head.

His uneasy eyes, that suspicious leviathan. The animal looking around, witnessing the rising dead everywhere. Figuring some truth in his words, the turning creature, shortly flying onward. Sighing in relief, the deity glancing to the many dead.

Exerting his influence, keeping them away from him. The greatest demon defiling the dead, all for a single night. The god facing away, looking deeper into the labyrinth, soon moving forward. At this time, Levi exiting the area, that Iconoclast walking in his direction. Confronting her, joyously barking.

"Hello Levi, you seem to be enjoying the night." Faintly smiling, rubbing his head.

His fondness for her, a devil saving him from corruption. Coming to her aid, now living in this place. Happily nudging her, the young woman taking a moment, playing with him. These feelings within her, still seeking after what is within. Many memories from the past, a night increasing her desire. Yearning for those days, enduring her current situation for now.

"Tell me, have you seen Valor?" her soft voice.

Coming across the deity, his slightly suspicious actions. Not thinking much on it, this demon searching for him. Shortly pulling away, the animal turning to the labyrinth. Urging her in the direction, the Iconoclast's eyes on the path. A deity trying to escape, her certainty on it. Cleverly developing plans over the years, this challenge before her.

"Thank you, that will be all." Cyra calmly walking ahead.

Levi turning, flying onward. This cold chilling night, the stench of the lingering dead. That devil making her way through the labyrinth, specters moving through the bushes. Loudly screeching banshees, zombies keeping their distance from her. Valor standing in front of a lake, the red moon light reflecting off the surface.

A portal from the water to the air, the deity glancing from left to right. His chance to escape, everything towards this direction. Feeling the increasing malice, his hasty heart, hands shortly covering his eyes. A cold chill running down his spine, hearing a soft voice whispering into his ear.

"Hello, dear, you are still bound by our contact..." Her teasing voice.

His accelerating heart rate, this demon using their agreement. Leaving it intentionally vague, commanding the line with her own reinforcement. Trying to slip through it, fearing her games. Her vision moving past him, seeing the portal. This moment before the deity, having to gamble everything on his plan. Pulling away from her, turning to his wife, the Iconoclast's hands behind her back.

"Oh come now, I am completely harmless." Innocently looking at him.

"That is complete B.S and you know it..." Slowly backing away.

Enduring her mischievous behavior, withstanding her horrors. Adjusting his methods over the years, this dire situation. The slowly shifting light from the portal, placing a bet on a random location. Wanting to escape this dreadful night, his companion surpassing her usual shenanigans. Her love for this event, wanting everyone to relish in this great day.

"You were not thinking to run away now." Steadily moving towards him.

That Seraph behind her, her hand on her cheek. Sighing, pitying the god. Darkness stretching from the young woman, forming many screaming souls. Bringing the terror to him, tormenting this one to her heart. The deity's desperately pounding chest, sweat running down the side of his face. The wind growing colder, blackness blanketing the area even more.

"What? No, I am just enjoying it in my own way with you..." Valor quickly jumping into the portal.

"Hm hm, the hunt is on, Val." Racing after him.

Both within its vastness, the distorting realm around them. That young woman tackling him, firmly gripping her partner. His widening eyes, malice rushing in every direction. A labyrinth rising from below, an ancient seal stretching for miles. The echoing dead, decaying beings moving along the walls, zombies from the shadows. These two finding themselves in this maze, that deity's fading hope.

"Oh no...why here of all places...?" Valor's hesitant voice.

"This place...is deeper than Yggdrasil..." Cyra holding his arm a bit tightly to her chest.

Feeling a familiar pressure, this one from her past. Facing him in the Great War, clashing against him in the Eternal Night. Successfully overcoming him with the aid of her other half and the Seraph, linking everyone's bond.

This deep hatred, the devil never forgetting. Not knowing his spirit's whereabouts, this place answering her question. One resting far below, away from the eyes of others. Releasing her partner, moving forward a bit.

"Hades...so, this is where your soul has been sent to." Her calm tone, placing her hand on her waist.

A god taking the lives of her comrades, the young woman growing stronger over the passing time. Awakening to what is within, taking the worlds by storm. Forcing against the reason of others, carrying the hopes and dreams from many. This presence to her awareness, her boiling blood. A deity's spirit surviving the assault from two, her willingness to finish his punishment.

"Very well then, I will completely erase you this time." Her sharp eyes.

This sparking fury, memories never leaving her. A family to her once more, their terrible ends. Carrying this rage for years, awaiting her chance to end it. Failing to do so, this moment to her again. Valor looking around the area, feeling the staggering malice.

Its disgusting scent, his quickly beating heart. His companion walking up to him, looping her arm around his own, firmly holding onto him. His eyes to her, his alarming expression. A situation not stopping her, her love for Halloween driving her forward.

"I should thank you Val, you found the perfect haunted labyrinth for us to take a romantic stroll through!" Cyra's joyous voice, pressing against him.

A terrible place, this demon not caring. Monsters in the shadows, the worst lurking in the depths. Her heart for horror, diving into its many possibilities. Her partner growing pale at her words, his attention onward, seeing blood red eyes in the darkness. Trying to escape her, leading her into a terror paradise. His poor choice, this problem before him.

"Let us go!" happily tugging at him.

Pulling him onward, the deity desperately trying to get away. His efforts for naught, two ending up in this perfect realm for her. Walking forward, darkness cloaking them both. That god carefully looking at his surroundings, his hasty heart. The clearing malice, many bodies piling on each other, blood soaking the poisonous ground.

Losing sight of his wife, glancing around, feeling movements from the shadows. Concentrating blackness, this rushing at him. Gripping his katana, blood red eyes stopping in front of him. A figure moving in from behind, screeching into his ear.