These purely swirling sentiments, her will towards her goal. Another tracking her, that person in a distant realm. Elrich Velzar, a man in his lab. Performing many experiments, drawing closer to his goal.
His presence in front of a pod, that reflection of the demon. Steadily nearing his wish, his hand on it. Shortly returning his attention to his side, some formulas floating in the air. Folding his arms, going through some checks.
"The DNA collected from you goddess, and my own recreation from your battles. You will some day be mine." His faint smile.
Someone wishing to trap her, his meeting with her still to his mind. A moment in it, that lasting impression with him. Searching further, desiring to reach her height.
Running along his path, applying his research. Creating this homunculus, the peak of his progress. Carefully going over the data, ascertaining her compatibility.
"Souls are such a complicated thing, but this body I created for you. It will be strong enough to contain you. Though, to ensure there are no loose ends, I will rule over all lives as a god." His hand to his chin.
His purpose to proceed, a man applying his talents. Damning countless, his vision on one. An individual in the sky, her wide wings flying far. Desiring to bind her to the earth, his hard efforts towards his goal.
Something more resting within, his eyes on the heavens. At this moment, in Niflheim. That icy realm, a place without warmth. Many barricades, a fort standing strong.
Skrymir sitting on his throne, a man in silver steel. An Ice Tyrant, someone feeling the pressure from one nearby. A familiar emotion from the time of the Great War, his power at its highest point in those days.
The Demon Tyrant even further back, a person no longer there. His mind on the other, the offspring from this devil. The god's boiling hatred, these swirling sentiments within him.
"Lord Skrymir, our sources confirmed that the Iconoclast is on her way." A giant bows.
The daughter from a great demon, a Tyrant in those days. A person powerfully displaying his power, their different way in life. Choosing to protect his family, someone settling for a simpler existence.
A deity carrying his hatred for years, wishing to defeat Alastor. That time never coming, the Iconoclast surpassing him. Her many accomplishments, these to the man's attention.
"Where exactly will she be?" Skrymir serious gaze on his servant.
The Iconoclast, a threat on the Nine Worlds. Someone selfishly pursuing her path, becoming corruption itself. Her sounding soul, her feverish emotions.
A demon amongst demons, yet her soft heart guiding her. A few more gathering behind the warrior, their great will to support their leader.
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"From what we can gather. She will be meeting with Hel, somewhere towards the northern most area of Niflheim." Folding his arms.
Many passing years, awaiting his time for her. Someone damning the realms, crushing everything in her path. Her feverish display, crippling his progress twice.
That deity shortly standing from his throne, the intensifying freezing wind around. His destination in mind, someone moving towards his desire.
"We head out now." Skrymir calmly walking onward.
A demon amongst demons, an individual pushing far above, trying to grasp what is inside. Surpassing her challenges, a devil branding her voice into countless.
Towards the northern part of Niflheim, a massive civilization there. Buildings stretching tall, inhabitants going back to some form of normalcy. Cyra, Valor, Fernandez and Levi standing outside of a castle.
Their presence before two, these valuable companions. Envy, a man once the Knight of Darkness. The Iconoclast freeing him, giving him a way to a better tomorrow.
His black messy hair, those eyes of the sea, white armor on him. The goddess next to him, her long flowing dark hair. Her vision reflecting the sun, her bony protection.
"It appears everything is going well here." Cyra folding her arms.
"Yes, your title makes it pretty easy to unify." Hel slightly turning, a smile from her.
A title carrying great weight, many fearing the Iconoclast. Their immense unrest, someone reducing the conflict. Few understanding her, an individual's soft heart. Her displeasure for battle, someone wishing to fly free.
A person extending her hand, wrapping others in her warmth. Niflheim functioning again, steadily moving towards tomorrow. Those shortly laughing friends, relishing in the presence of each other.
"Word is spreading quickly as well. You two are getting married soon?" Valor propping his arms behind his head.
"Yes, and this time. No disappearing act, Envy." Hel slightly glaring at him.
Everyone's eyes to Envy, the knight shrugging at them. A man steadily shaping his life, his uncertainty to go further. The echoing words from a few, his sister and old friend wishing more for him.
Thinking it over, his unrest within. Eventually breaking his chains, proceeding forward to a new possibility. These guiding sentiments, one with him.
"I needed more time to think, but things are good now..." His hand behind his head.
An honorable knight long ago, someone losing his humanity. His devotion to his path, once working under the Dark Lord. The Iconoclast freeing him, giving him the chance to do more.
Fernandez looking to the flowers in his claws, his sinking heart. Shortly tossing it aside, groaning in disappointment. Levi looking to his friend, knowing it is one of many strikes.
"Haha, well then, we can continue this on the way up." Valor laughing, folding his arms.
Everyone agreeing, shortly proceeding on their small vacation. Making their way through the deepest ends, treading along rocky terrains. Eventually making their way higher, finding themselves along the side of a mountain.
The horrifying height to Valor, his companion taking advantage of the moment. Laughter from Hel, Envy feeling some pity for the deity. That iguana turning up his portable heater, muttering to himself, shivering at the cold.
A lively few, this family to the young woman. Their uniting differences, these pleasant feelings to her heart. The devil grabbing onto her partner's arm, pulling him onward.
Trying to stifle his fear, faintly smiling at her. Two companions adventuring, a deity seeing her smile again. A demon bringing forward a miracle, wrapping countless in her black warmth.
That old friend showing more with each passing day, his desire to completely give back those times to her.
"Hey bud, you doing okay?" Valor glancing to Fernandez.
The cold area, the animal's displeasure from it. Shivering, his groaning tone. A challenge to him, trying to endure the harsh environment.
These few eventually making their way to the peak, the iguana feeling terrible. Valor kneeling to him, extending his hand, tapping the creature. An icy mist shrouding Fernandez, absorbing the effects.
"You did great to make it this far. However, anymore and you can die." The once supreme god's faint smile on them.