Nine Worlds, each having their own life. Their infinite mysteries, each directing their resolve. Many opposing the rule from one high above, rumors spreading throughout the worlds.

One born underneath the crimson light, setting a curse on countless. That blood moon high above, the chillingly flowing breeze. A blizzard raging through, a massive being standing in a fort.

The thick walls, defenses keeping out enemies. Numerous taking up arms against a single entity, a demon amongst demons against an enormous giant.

His long white snowy here, those ferocious eyes of the sea. Alastor, a Tyrant coating in steel. His calm gaze on the being, icy armor plating their body, their cold violet vision.

A devil's reason for coming this far, tackling another challenge in his life. His mind on those to his heart, learning much over his years.

Proceeding forward, bringing chaos in his presence. That Tyrant glancing around, these many followers surrounding him. Standing with their leader Skrymir, this grand deity.

"You willingly come to your own demise." Skrymir's calm voice.

A demon's path long ago, someone venturing far, crushing lives. His purpose to do so, opposing the rationality of his foes. Eventually meeting a goddess, defeat coming to him. A man falling below the surface, her hand reaching him.

Pulling him above, someone eventually becoming the shining light in his life. A devil protecting his precious family, sending a message to his enemies.

"If it means their safety, there is nothing I will not do." Alastor extending his right hand.

A heart once black, pushing onward in his path. Witnessing the cruel worlds, proceeding with his own reason. His bet with a goddess, their growing bond.

Cherishing his new life, refusing to allow anyone to trample on it. His concentrating malice, darkness flowing to his arm. The frost giant taking notice, unease from the many servants, this intense pressure on them.

That demon sword emerging out of the shadows, the weapon extending long, those ancient symbols burning on it.

"Lævateinn..." Skrymir's serious vision.

A demon amongst demons, many knowing the Demon Tyrant. A devil surpassing his limits, a man far from his original direction.

A deity descending, her warm hand to him. Meeting him on the land, two continuing with one another. The raging crashing blizzard, Skrymir extending his hand forward.

His hesitant followers eyes on him, shortly moving forward. A suicidal action, going against Alastor. The demon's vision on them, raising his offhand, malice tearing away at him.

Snapping his fingers, dispersing his negativity. The violently shaking area, panic from many. Dark spikes piercing the ground, staking numerous servants.

Their loud screams, blood painting the thick snow, an attack holding them in the air. One no longer pursuing his goal, choosing another way. Embracing it, opposing the rationality of his enemies. Defending his family, his feverish heart.

Standing on his side, directing his sword at Skrymir. The frost giant extending his fist, rushing ice spiraling around his body.

That Tyrant proceeding forward, his illusiveness movements. Vanishing from one point to the next, shortly appearing above the deity, Lævateinn harshly burning darkness.

Descending on the giant, his sword meeting the fist of the god. These two colliding forces, a powerful shockwave ripping through the area. Going against the frost giant, a demon capable of reaching the domain of the gods.

Years passing since this day, his child enduring many hardships. One becoming the true enemy, embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, becoming corruption itself. A blood moon eternally in the night sky, her many desires within.

Moving towards her deepest one, fighting against her fate. A single entity branding her voice into the worlds, taking the throne in the heavens.

A world far from the rest, countless floating land masses connecting through chains. A gate standing tall, its burning ancient symbols. Passing it, the realm of the gods and home to the angels. Asgard, a once glorious place.

Its slow recovery, some inhabitants fearing the one on the throne, others believing in a better tomorrow. Numerous different races, Angels, Vanir's, Giants, and many more assisting with the reconstruction.

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Efforts from everywhere, all uniting underneath the binding web of one. A heart reaching out to them, giving them a way out of their sorrow. A shining ray of hope on them, this light coming from the palace towards the back.

A building stretching tall, a labyrinth around it. Statues of comrades, a lake adding to the scenery, that leviathan resting by it.

A never relenting heart, someone moving down her path. Seeking after her deepest desire, her growing unrest. Wanting what is within, trying to patiently wait.

From within the throne room, an area with much luxury. The crystal windows, figures of many allies along the walls. A painting above the gold seat, an image reflecting the war years ago.

Many coming together against the Iconoclast, innumerable aiding her, their warm hands pulling her from the abyss.

That being sitting on the throne, her long blonde hair, her eyes reflecting the blood moon. Clad in gold armor, that red ribbon tying at the back of her head, her noble crimson cape extending from the lower half of her back.

Her eyes on many in front of her, listening to them. A great weight on her, taking up this responsibility for now, guiding numerous towards tomorrow.

"I see, and how are our efforts in securing alliances? Are we making any progress?" her hand to her chin.

"Unfortunately not. Those Magi's have left us in a critically vulnerable state, we are doing all that we can." A male angel reports.

Magi's coordinating with Hades, their goal in the Eternal Night. One from the abyss returning, blanketing others in her warmth.

Numerous coming together, their resolves to defend her. Forcing their enemies out of power, placing their hopes and dreams in the young woman's hands.

Slightly looking down, the demon considering the situation. Positioning her arms in a thinking posture, trying to come up with a solution.

"I see...and no doubt I am the last one they wish to see about negotiations. What about Niflheim? I am certain Hel is willing to join together." Glancing to the angel.

An entity clashing against countless, driving the worlds to the brink of ruin. Eventually returning to her home, her confrontation with Odin. Damning everyone, those many passing years.

Releasing the goddess, allowing two in the presence of each other. Building alliances, preventing some conflicts. Providing support at times, these simple actions leading their way onward.

"Ah, yes. Lady Hel is likely more willing, she has been doing rather well since you set her and Envy free. Let alone you helping her out with her job, I can say you are quite favorable in her eyes." His vision to the devil.

Problems on her shoulders, taking up this job for now. Awaiting progress by her partner, someone trying his best. Her desire inside, seeking after her happiest days.

Leading the heavens in a better direction, securing these meaningful lines. Considering the concerns from others, making her best foot forward.

The throne room eventually emptying, that young woman sitting on her throne, a stressful sigh leaving her. Hearing the opening door, her attention towards it.

Her eyes on the deity by the entrance, her companion there. His crimson hair, those eyes of the ocean. One wearing armor reflecting his beliefs, their smile to the other.

"Hell of a day huh." Propping his arms behind his head, walking onward.

"Heh, yeah."

The god heading down the long red carpet, his eyes on the many statues. Shifting it to the chandelier above, these fine features.

A war over, Asgard in a terrible state. Their morale low, yet the young woman building it back to its former glory. His awareness on her displeasure, someone awakening to something new.

Moving towards a solution, a way to truly free her from her burden. Shortly standing in front of her, lowering his arms to his side.

"Come on, you need a rest. How about we take a trip over the weekend? Let's go to Niflheim. I am sure she won't mind." The shrugging deity.

Someone always thinking of another adventure, these small moments in the current day. Relishing in it, wanting it more again. Moving towards her deepest desire, her growing sentiments.

Tensions at a high, having these responsibilities on her shoulders. An eternal cycle of misfortune, yet the chance for endless possibilities. Her action long ago, these fruits slowly taking form.

"I suppose there is some time to kill until I make the next plan of action." Her soft grin to him.

Rising from her seat, her eyes on her surroundings. A heavy weight on her shoulders, many expecting her guidance. This small rest to her, her heart yearning to grasp her deepest desire.

Fernandez walking into the room, a large iguana finding his place amongst them. Making his way forward, shortly before the two. Slightly tilting his head at them, wondering on the occurrence.

"Hey bud, you wanna come with us on a hiking trip?" Valor smiling down at him.

Unlikely individuals coming together, their bond with one another. A never breaking friendship, their hearts leading the future. The creature standing on his hind-legs, thinking on the offer for a bit.

Shortly looking to the deity, barking in agreement. His wagging tail, his excitement for it. Valor kneeling to the animal, giving him a pat on the head.

The young woman's eyes on her companion, someone taking responsibility for the iguana. Her soft smile, her hand to her chest. Hours going by, their preparation for the trip ahead.

Everyone eventually meeting in the throne room, the creature wearing thick clothing. An animal taking precautions, packing a portable heater in his bag.

"Arrangements have been made, it appears Hel and Envy will be joining us as well. This will be quite fun." Cyra smiling, pressing her fingers together in front of her.

"Haha, yeah. The more the better." Valor propping his arms behind his head.

Her job on her shoulders, waiting for her time to leave. Wishing for her deepest desire, her growing unrest. That companion moving towards it, yearning to fulfill her wish. Flying into the room, a magnificent being revealing himself.

His shining pure scales, those ferocious fangs and gentle eyes. The young woman's gaze to Levi, the leviathan wishing to join in as well.

Her soft smile to him, nodding her confirmation. Excitement from the creature, immediately rushing over to her. Valor and Fernandez looking at the two, these warm sentiments to their hearts.

The animal circling the devil, soon rubbing his head against her. These uniting differences, individuals pleasantly relishing in their current life. The four soon departing, heading to their trip.