A demon trying to avoid battle, waiting for her old friend to complete the process. Her growing unrest, an enemy bringing her old nature to the surface.
Those never stopping, dragging her into a whirlpool of madness. The Seraph floating out of sight behind her, witnessing the young woman's steady evolution.
An individual opposing her foe, shouting what is inside of her. Skrymir looking into her eyes, a person reminding him of the Demon Tyrant Alastor, these ill feelings within him.
"The Nine Worlds is my right, and as such...I will take it. Ridding it of you, the true enemy." Anger in his voice.
"Is that so...? Very well then. I will show you...what happens when you push a demon too far." Her chilling tone.
Trying to contain her sentiments, an enemy bringing her nature to the surface. Her powerful malice blasting him away, everything instantly flipping.
The young woman pursuing her target, rendering her fist into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Her claw in view, immediately striking him with an uppercut. Sending him flying high, her darkness tearing away at him.
Skrymir's shaking vision, desperately gaining his balance. Firing down a massive icy wave at her, this nearing attack. The maiden calmly remaining in place, withstanding the force.
That heavily exploding assault, her malevolence eating away at the power. The clearing smoke, her sharp eye on her enemy.
An enormous negative energy ball stretching far, the Tyrant of Ice glaring down at her, holding the power high. Those same eyes reminding him of her father, his great rage.
"This is simply one world. Disappear...along with everyone else here!!!" launching it at her.
One awakening from the abyss, this great challenge to her. A foe dragging her out, his urgent move against her.
An entity immediately overwhelming him, this immense force spilling to the surface. Crushing the land underneath its pressure, that massive negative energy descending on the young woman.
Raising her claw, crashing it against the power. This force pushing her to the earth, her malice rapidly circling it, trying to devour it.
"In the end, it matters not if you are more powerful than I! The intelligent one wins!" Skrymir declaring.
"Hhrrrnnn...!!"
The demon pushing against the attack, her feet touching the ground. A power breaking away at the land, this great pressure crushing the area.
A raging blizzard rushing through, freezing the land. The thickening air, icy spikes piercing the earth, rising high into the sky. Deep desires within the Iconoclast, her wish for one.
Running down her path, racing along a road of light. Many paving the way for her, her hand reaching for the slim chance. Refusing to relent, fighting against the influence. Her new friends and family, cherishing them.
"I...no...we have come too far! Skrymir!" her loud voice.
An entity once alone, racing along a lonely path. Her warm hand to countless, wrapping them in her light. Countless returning, extending their hand to her, pulling her from her sorrow.
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Everyone coming a long way, one binding them together in an unbreakable bond. Her powerful voice grabbing his attention, his eyes fixating on her, slowly seeing the disappearing assault.
"Everything we have worked towards! I will make you...--!"
These many branding sentiments, a heart connecting with countless. Innumerable spirits around her, their faith in her.
Sternly looking at the enemy above, the deity's trembling vision. Watching them assist her, many forcing against it. The young woman crushing the gigantic assault, tearing away at the massive negative force.
The compressing attack, this assault flowing into her body. Vanishing from her position, Skrymir's attention above, his wide gaze.
"—Feel our desires!!!"
Originally in blackness, wandering alone for a long time. Her belief within guiding her, this leading to many more. One binding innumerable together, her efforts reaching them, giving them a voice.
The devil calling the demon sword Lævateinn, revealing it out of the darkness, aiming it behind. Glaring at her foe, descending on him. Carrying the negative force within it, striking through her enemy.
Splitting open the dimension, forcing him into the land, a powerful shockwave ripping apart the earth. Ridges rising, hills collapsing, water splashing high.
Animals no longer running, taking in the sight, the rip in the dimension soon closing. This enlightening feeling within them, their visions shortly to the maiden.
The deity on his knees, blooding streaming from his body, her back facing him. That devil looking behind, those same eyes of the Demon Tyrant on him.
A crushing defeat to Skrymir, the Demon Tyrant's back facing him. That person looking behind, this pitiful deity before him.
Sentiments flowing through the entity, hatred, envy, fear, many emotions grabbing at the giant. A devil able to ascend to the height of a god, going far to bring down his enemies.
"Skrymir, Frost Giant of Niflheim. I will spare your life. Though take note, never come near my family." Alastor threatens.
An entity drawing out one from the abyss, someone unleashing her soul. Immediately overwhelming him, others supporting her.
An individual binding many in a link, their appreciation of her. A demon extending her hand, wrapping them in her light. This person meeting her challenges, feverishly pursuing her desires.
"You should have never involved my friends and family. Farewell..."
Cherishing those to her heart, these valuable people in her life. Carrying their hopes and dreams, seeking after her own wish.
Facing her foe, raising her claw high. Blackness enveloping her, Skrymir’s trembling eyes. Lunging down, grabbing his head.
Squeezing him, his screams filling the place. At the time, Valor, Fernandez, Levi, Envy, and Hel finding themselves within the area. Everyone bearing witness to the event in front of them, the will of the Iconoclast.
A heart stepping out of the darkness, terrifyingly making her stance. Tearing away at the deity, his body soon transforming into floating icy orb of energy.
Holding it in her talon, her calm gaze on it. Crushing it, assimilating the force into herself, her power rising again. Shortly facing her friends, her arm reverting to normal, malice repairing her injuries.
Those gentle crimson eyes, equipping the demon sword Lævateinn to the lower half of her back. Those valuable companions ahead, waiting for her. Fernandez standing on his hind-legs, an eyepatch and cast on him.
Levi wrapping in bandages, the happily barking creature. Valor waving at the young woman, smiling at her. Envy folding his arms, nodding his approval towards her. Hel facing to her side, her slight grin.
"Everyone..." A smile to the devil's face.
These precious individuals, their voices to her. Looking around her, many spirits surrounding her. Kain, Rick, Martha, and Emily with her, encouraging her onward.
Glancing behind, the Seraph gesturing her hand onward with a grin. These warm sentiments, the young woman moving forward. Shortly meeting up with everyone, soon sharing some laughs. This bright actuality, the demon moving towards her future.
I was once alone, but now there are many with me. These growing feelings within me, my desire for the past. Everyone having their own wish, these sentiments binding in a link. I will walk down this path, and finally grasp what I want most, while carrying your hopes and dreams. I will make our enemies feel our desires.
—Complete—
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