Streaming lines, tracking it. Those cloaking in black, pushing her partner along. Envisioning this, her eyes ahead. A room towards the back, expecting a trap.
Not caring for it, her boiling blood. A promise to that one, desiring to keep it. Their little squabbles, cherishing the other. Running onward, her furious vision. From within, Dabria backing against the wall, injuries on her.
Blood trailing down the side of her face, her quickly beating heart. A pentagram engraving on the ground, these faintly smiling cultists, raising their arms above.
Dark flames surrounding the circle, eyes piercing through it, her crawling skin. A revealing devil, their pale skin, sharp fangs, its fierce fangs.
Shimmering scales, black wings spreading far. Lunging at the girl, closing her sight, her shrilling voice. Nothing happening, a confusing situation. Steadily opening her view, that one to her heart in front of her.
Hair reflecting the sun, those white eyes. Her sinister armor, her blade the same. Symbols of old harshly burning from it, the demon flying afar, landing by the seal. This true state, her rage directing at her enemies.
"Unforgivable...!" her distorting sound.
Shaking the bodies of those around her, her voice echoing through them. Enemies backing away, unease in them, that serious devil.
Relief from the one behind the goddess, her partner arriving in time. Thinking on the conflict, not wishing for a terrible ending. Residing there, negativity spiraling from Ava.
Striking the area, her racing blackness, ripping apart the circle. Quelling the flames, some light in the darkness. That remaining opponent, a goal in mind.
Its attention on Dabria, spreading its wings. Ascending above, shortly diving to her. This flinching hazel one, the approaching foe. Their nearing claws, that young woman swiftly launching an uppercut.
Tearing the area in two, crashing against the force of this fiend. Pushing them back, rendering her foot into their stomach. That demon sliding back, raising its arms. Standing on her side, the entity directing her offhand forward.
"If you have a death wish, then I will be more than happy to kill you!"
Raging blackness, this swirling around her. Her manifesting darkness, spikes surrounding the two. Snapping her fingers, unleashing what is within, her expanding influence.
Ripping apart the numerous attacks, blades racing at her target. Crashing into the foe, shredding their arms and legs. Spilling blood, those cult members trembling at the sight.
Unease from Dabria, her eyes on her companion. Her sword touching the ground, steadily moving to the demon. This familiar sound, lowering her head. Glaring at the devil, shortly standing before them, aiming her sword at their skull.
"Never forget these eyes, if you ever return to this world. I will ensure to give you a fate far worse than death."
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Those chilling words, her weak opponent. Plunging her sword into their skull, this enemy fading into darkness. An ending to a conflict, yet others still there.
Turning to the remaining foes, these people trying to flee. Her swift steps, blocking the exit. Standing there, their shaking bodies. Her sharp glare, glancing to her partner.
This one's unsettling expression, her hands to her chest. That sighing young woman, restraining the cult members in shackles. Soon confronting the innocent one, checking for injuries.
Uncertainty from the goddess, Dabria embracing her companion. Staying there, allowing the sobbing lavender individual to let it all out.
Eventually returning to the lobby, that deity in her normal state, law enforcement on the scene. A medical team evaluating Dabria, bandaging her forehead, this one in good health.
Explaining the situation, leaving out the side of monstrosities. Reporting a kidnapping, keeping information to themselves. The shortly clearing area, two finding their way outside.
This late night, that bleeding moon shining down its light. Residing in the east, the bench next to them.
Fortune with them, Ava not wanting to chance anymore situations. Deplorable people, those able to rewrite her will.
An urgent matter, a problem for another day. Those companions facing the other, the goddess raising her hand to her partner. This confusing the innocent individual, negativity swirling around the hand of the goddess.
Holding it over the chest of the hazel one, infusing her energy into Dabria. This warm feeling, a stronger connection.
"It was just luck that I made it in time, all the while I thought of the worst case scenario. If you ever need me, all you have to do is call now." That young woman folding her arms.
"Thank you, Ava..." Looking down a bit, some shyness from her, her hands to her chest.
Two reuniting in a place of a dream, this faithful individual leading the deity to her. Fulfilling a promise of old, keeping it again.
That shaking goddess, thinking of the worse. Infusing her energy into her partner, a line binding them together. Overestimating her abilities, nearly losing the hazel one. This harsh actuality, revealing her powerlessness.
Rectifying the mistake, closely dodging a fatal end. Arriving in her true state, her distorting voice, her true sound. Instilling fear into her foes, damaging their resolves.
"Ava, you can lose me at any moment. You might want to, you know, propose already." Dabria blushing, giggling a bit, her attention ahead.
"You'll be fine..." That young woman walking away.
Concerning with her partner, injuries on the lavender one. An individual bouncing back, not playing along in her game. This stressful night, that person acting on any opportunity.
Mysteries of the worlds, nine main ones. Those within a miserable realm, shaping its path. A goddess rewriting it, living amongst humans. Her meeting with a girl from the land long ago, their bond growing over the passing time.
Continuing together, facing their challenges with each other. Shenanigans from her companion, this one jumping on the moment. Dabria frowning, chasing after the goddess, her loud voice.
"A—Ava! You have to! That's how it works!"
"Maybe in your novels, but not in reality." The shrugging entity.
Ideas spreading far, forming into words. Numerous relishing in it, some not understanding. Others choosing to live in reality, yet accepting small faults.
Life of importance, valuing those existing. Her cruel days, changing her fortune. Lowering the terrible odds, not wanting to grieve.
Streaming sentiments, an entity once in loneliness. Traveling in blackness, seeking her brother. Living in hatred, a bright individual coming along, shining light into her world of darkness.
Dabria running up to the deity’s side, looping her arm around her companion's own, pouting at them. The goddess teasing the hazel one, her hyper partner.
I am unable to keep living this life dealing with devils, it is only a matter of time until they get past me. If that happens, then...I rather not think about it. When we return home, I will change my job. This is for the best, a world without her is one I cannot live in...
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Desdemona—> Those Once in Misery
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