An eternal strife, those nightmarish experiences. Years in torment, a devil yearning to soar. Not remaining in silence, shouting what is within. Two from different worlds, both meeting once more. Souls no longer in bondage, moving towards what is within.
Never fading memories, an entity embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, becoming corruption itself. Her echoing message over time, numerous feeling the desires of the Iconoclast.
Two choices in her hands, choosing to become the true enemy. Shattering an endless cycle, creating infinite possibilities. Her deepest desire still not in fulfillment, steadily moving towards it. None able to bind her spirit, her determination growing with each passing day.
Far through the clouds, a realm above the others. Floating masses of land, these connecting through chains. An ancient gate standing tall, old symbols burning on it. Passing the gate, the realm of the gods, and home to the angels revealing.
A rapidly advancing civilization within, those sturdy buildings. Platforms far apart in the air, angels flying around, going about their usual business. Technological advancements making everyday life easier, appreciating their new leadership. To the back, a palace stretching to the sky, passing through the clouds.
A labyrinth of a garden surrounding it, lakes on each end. Statues of comrades throughout, these meaningful memories. A leviathan resting by a lake, its silver scales glistening beneath the sun.
A peaceful time, conflict still endlessly persisting. A heart seeking what is within, her steadily rising resolve. Giving some time, stifling her sentiments. Her scarring message, living in the nightmares of innumerable. From within, towards the bottom floor, the shining granite ground.
A chandelier hanging high, a crimson carpet extending up the stairs, smaller structures of comrades lining the walls. The young woman descending the stairs, this entity residing above all. Her long gold hair, her eyes reflecting the crimson moon.
Wearing her aurum armor, that feathery helm on her head, a noble velvet cape extending down from the lower half of her back. Her favorite accessory, a red ribbon tying at the back of her head, those laces reaching far. Choosing to embrace her demonic blood, her sounding spirit.
An entity growing up in the NetherWorld, never knowing of her other half. Learning of it, not caring about it. Associating herself as a demon, embracing this side. Her partner next to her, the once supreme god. His flowing crimson hair, those gentle azure eyes. His armor reflecting his beliefs, these two companions pleasantly conversing.
"You are unbelievable, hehe." Pushing against him in disbelief.
"Haha, come on, gotta know me by now." The smiling god, shrugging at her.
Two meeting long ago, those from different worlds. An encounter from a prophecy, playing along in its stream. The All-Father trying to prevent it, creating the enemy of all. A demon stepping on the domain of the gods, shouting her soul.
Shattering the endless cycle, giving infinite possibilities. Still seeking what is within, her increasing unrest. Believing in her old friend, a deity continuing to surprise her.
Both turning their attention to the bottom floor, Maria and Fernandez there. The child in a white dress, the iguana wearing a pink flowery shirt with shades. The kid's issues with Valor, their slowly growing bond, accepting him a bit. The two companions shortly before them, that young woman kneeling to her daughter.
"You excited for the beach today?" Cyra's hand on the girl's head.
A simple life, experiencing it. Wanting more, yearning for her deepest desire. Holding on for now, waiting for the coming day. Conflicts at hand, her rising unease. That bouncing girl, Valor faintly smiling. Propping his arms behind his head, slightly looking away. Thinking back to the previous night, two partners facing their problems together.
Stars stretching across the night, the cold breeze blowing in through the balcony. This extravagant room, a massive sapphire bed. Crystal cabinets lining the walls, the granite floor, closets along the walls. That deity sitting on the bed, looking at his partner, the young woman comparing swim wears in front of a mirror.
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A stressful sigh from her, the god tilting his head. Trouble never leaving her, continuously seeking what is within. Her haunting nightmares, managing her sorrow better. His awareness on these problems, doing his best to make haste. Something else seeming to bother her, wondering on it.
"Something wrong?" pushing back on the bed.
"It is just, Maria..." Turning to him, her sad eyes.
A girl wishing for her father, two not telling her. Experiences from the past, a mother's path towards her freedom. Not backing down, crushing her enemies, doing so to the child's father. A soul freely soaring, not allowing anyone to bind her.
That deity scratching the back of his head, slightly looking away. Common sentiments, kids having a difficult time accepting another. A girl tolerating his presence, yet not letting up.
"Yeah...I know, but don't worry. I am sure she will understand eventually." Smiling a bit at his old friend.
Concealing information, waiting for the passing time. Protecting her daughter from this knowledge for now, allowing her to live in ignorance. Refusing to return her father, making a devil eternally suffer. Her unending rage, these boiling feelings.
A man taking her freedom, shackling her to the land. Ripping away her happiness, forcing her to lie to her companion. The young woman turning, her vision slightly to her side.
"I know this is a lot I am putting on you, but thank you. You are no replacement for a father, but certainly a good role model for her." Cyra faintly grinning, her hand to her chest.
Doing his best for his partner, those troubles within her. Her wish inside, that young woman still pursuing it. Stifling her will, her resolve slowly coming free. The deity turning his attention to Maria, this girl noticing him. Shifting her vision to her side, shortly facing away from him.
That devil's eyes towards her companion, Valor's hand behind his head. The iguana scratching the side of his face, uncertainty from him. That Seraph revealing herself from behind, remaining out of sight.
Walking to the girl, the child turning to the angel. This one placing a gentle hand on the kid's head, Cyra witnessing her action. A warm smile to the small one, the girl seeing the fading entity. Thinking for a bit, soon facing the once supreme deity.
"Let us go..." Maria slightly looking down.
Understanding a bit more, allowing for a bit of room with him. That faintly smiling god, accepting this much. A child loving their parents, pushing out others, these guiding sentiments. The young woman glancing to her right, the Seraph at her side. Both smiling at the other, nodding in agreement. The devil shortly walking onward, stopping from a distance. Turning to the rest, this early day.
"Come now, we have a few waiting for us down below." Cyra's pleasant voice, her hand to her chest.
Emotions through time, this leading her onward. Forcing against the reason of others, shouting what is within. Not backing down, her feverish soul. Crafting her current life, still yearning for her deepest desire. Taking a step back, relishing in simpleness.
Maria running up to her mother, Valor and Fernandez looking to the other. Both walking onward, that Seraph fading out of sight. Making their way to the world below, the burning sun over the endless sand.
Waves of water splashing against the surface, many in the area. The freshly flowing air, everyone dressing for the beach. The iguana carrying a floaty, moving forward towards a brunette angel. Annoyance in her eyes, that carefully thinking animal, his action leading to her anger management class.
Barking at her, gesturing his claw to the ocean. Shaking her head in disbelief, shortly heading on her way. The iguana hanging himself in defeat, his friend crossing out an attempt on a list.
"And that makes, how many strikes buddy?" Valor cleverly questions, glancing to him.
Trying his best, setting his eyes on one. Coming up with plans, everything bursting into flames. That animal angrily barking at him, soon heading onward. The chuckling deity, propping his arms behind his head.
These pleasant experiences, Cyra relishing in them. Feeling the embrace from someone behind, her attention to the person. The princess there, smiling at her. Her long crimson hair, those azure eyes.
"Having fun today, Luna?" the faintly smiling demon, facing the individual.
"Yep! It feels great to be free and just do normal stuff." stepping away, happily holding her hands behind her back.
Her previous life, living it a certain way. Never knowing much, a mercenary coming into her world, shining light on her path. This devil before her, freeing her from her torment. Glancing behind, Michael facing away, folding his arms. Twin scars on his face, his spiky hair and eyes of the land. Choosing this direction, giving up his life. Enjoying this existence, his sister at his side.
"It feels so good to just be able to walk around, I always wanted to go to the beach." Serenity joyously swaying from left to right, her hands to her chest.
"Then you can have as much fun as you want today." The mercenary glancing to her, slightly smiling.
"I certainly will." Brightly grinning at her brother.
These blissful emotions, friends underneath the sun. Embracing this day together, bond with one another. Those two old companions meeting eyes, faintly smiling at the other. Cyra, Luna, Serenity, and the brunette shortly instructing the other three to stay out of trouble, soon heading off together. Maria following behind, her bright expression. The four women pleasantly speaking to the other, playfully pushing against each other. All the while, from a distance, Fernandez making a plan.