Racing possibilities, failure in his direction. Unable to surpass his enemy, that companion saving him. Living with his dread, wanting another chance. His growing hatred, those responsible for this. A simple wish, pushing the witch down her path.
From above, floating in between dimensions. That Iconoclast there, her gold armor, her crimson ribbon tying at the back of her head. The crimson noble cape extending from the lower half of her back, another with her. Aurora behind her, their eyes on the hound below.
"Why are we here...?" hesitancy from Aurora.
"To witness what is to happen to him." The calm devil.
"Hold up...you mean...!" Aurora covering her mouth in shock.
Closing her eyes, feeling the animal's despair. His heart in bondage, trying to find his way. Losing his direction in blackness, yearning for what is inside. That demon in darkness, witnessing the hound's path. Cherishing one, two once together.
Enjoying their lives, a witch wanting more. Unable to endure any longer, forcing against the reason of others. Her partner walking a similar ground, his great agony. Awareness on his struggles, her own tragedies in the past. Opening her vision, allowing for this flow.
"Indeed, his cadence...it is strong, but it is also filled with much despair. He blames those people for your demise." Glancing back to the witch.
Individuals catching her attention, their way in going forward. Believing in their path, sorrow guiding them. This developing into more, their powerfully sounding soul. Bearing witness to this, remaining on the side. Those able to push things forward, their hearts against the madness.
One with potential, her vision on Zeus. His deep anguish, his heart in bondage. Failing to protect his partner, their close bond. Feeling these many emotions, those years from her past. Knowing countless hardships, feverishly pursuing her direction, shouting what is within.
"Then...I must go to him, to stop him!" urgency from Aurora.
"You cannot, this is a path for him to walk on his own." The demon slightly looking away.
Pity for this one, understanding his emotions. Desiring for times of old, losing their way in despair. Searching for a solution, branding dread. Losing someone close, constantly falling. Wanting to give in, yet a powerful resolve existing. That one facing his own challenges, walking a road without light.
Shadows surrounding him, this gripping presence. Forcing against it, bursting onward. His rising emotions, visualizing the past. The dream of another, a simple desire. Losing her life, wanting to fulfill it. Enemies in his mind, his hatred towards one.
"But...I can't just watch this..." Aurora depressingly looking down to Zeus.
"You must bear witness to this." Sadness from the devil, her hand to her chest.
That one making his way to the summoning circles, these points from his old friend. A way to bring meaning to her demise, this small light of hope. Malice emitting from them, this powerful force. Endless emotions inside of him, yearning to make the dream of another into a reality.
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Once happy times, wanting them again. His dreadful heart, this of his direction. His guiding despair, those in his mind. Not remaining in silence, indecisiveness leading to loss. His sounding soul, walking down his lonely path. Racing in blackness, seeking what is within.
They killed her...they took her away from me. We were forced out...like some kind of monsters. It was not she who needed to leave this world, but them...those humans'...
Standing at the center, circling darkness. Loudly howling, his resonating resolve. His deep hatred, his growing fury. Anguish gripping at him, yearning for the past. Unable to reclaim it, the wish of his partner. Wanting to fulfill it, memories flowing through him.
Her smile to his mind, a warm hand reaching out to him on a dreadful night. Two venturing together, constantly following her. Her displeasure at times, those seeking her out. Driving them away, protecting her. Not able to defend her the last time, his aching heart.
I command you, those of the damned...lend me your aid. Those that have wronged you have also wronged myself. Let us join as one, and silence they who have taken from us...the Blood Witch...
The shaking ground, stardust circling above. That descending energy, touching the land. His sorrowful howl, this force sinking into the land. Hands piercing from below, decaying bodies of the dead rising to the surface. Countless stretching far, each answering his call.
Two bearing witness to his resolve, an animal pursuing his direction. Cherishing his best friend, one coming in his time of need. Her guiding hand, leading him out of the shadows. Passing time, facing their challenges together. A coming moment, unable to do anything. Both looking on, Aurora's hand over her mouth.
"Zeus...no...!" her trembling eyes.
"He paid attention while you were performing your spells, there is something special about him." Cyra folding her arms.
"Has all of this...truly been my fault...? Am I really the reason for this...?" Aurora's depressing voice, lowering her head.
Many years in anguish, always on the outside. Those hunting them, her partner sending them away. Their way in living, not wishing for this life anymore. Wanting something more, those responsible for it. These ill emotions, rising to this challenge. Setting out on her path, believing in her course.
One remaining, drowning in his sorrow. Observing her spells, recreating them. Constantly learning, desiring for the happiness of one. This witch no longer with him, his aching heart. Yearning to fulfill her dream, taking up this torch. Hatred within, his target in mind.
"You are, you found him, you gave him love, a life, a friend...but you also exposed him to forbidden knowledge. Needless to say, you gave him a purpose." Slightly looking back at Aurora.
Giving into despair, embracing in its irrationality. Opposing the reason of others, shouting his soul. Racing along his endless path, a way without light. His goal in mind, fury at his depths. Defeat to him, rising once more, charging into the inferno.
Aurora lowering her head, not denying the words from the Iconoclast. Finding this dog years ago, her warm hand towards him. Giving him a way out, this grateful individual. Always greeting her, two sitting underneath the stars. Telling him stories, that listening animal. Not having much, two cherishing the other.
"I just...wanted him to have a better life..." Holding her upper arm, her vision a bit away.
Deep desires, pursuing her direction. One in her life, two meeting underneath the crimson light. An encounter shaping their way onward, their happiness together. Wanting more, not accepting their lives. Steadily rising, believing in her course. Losing her life, that one below taking up her resolve. Those surrounding zombies, their decaying bodies.
Rotting flesh, groaning from them. Their willingness to give their aid, wrongs upon them, hatred building for numerous years. Their efforts in going forward, listening to the barking hound. Orders towards them, everyone complying. That turning dog, stepping forward. Lowering himself a bit, shortly loudly howling. His army marching ahead, their desires aligning with the animal.
Aurora...if only I was stronger. Old friend, I will see to it, that your wish becomes a reality. Even if I must lay ruin to Parell, they will feel our desires...