A space surrounding the two, its endlessly streaming waves in the void. The purely shining force ahead concentrating, soon revealing six enormous wings.
A being in silver armor, their wide sword slashing away at the energy, unleashing shockwaves in the area. From between dimensions, another’s calm crimson eyes watching.
Her long blonde hair tying at the end with a red ribbon, her noble velvet cape stretching down from the lower half of her back.
“What are you willing to do to achieve your deepest desire?” Cyra folds her arms.
An individual embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, powerfully proceeding along her direction. Old tales depicting a being opposing others, her wings shackling to the land.
The entity eventually breaking free, spreading her wings far. The being soaring above, strongly sounding her soul. One revealing herself at times, bearing witness to the path of others.
The maiden’s serious eyes on her powerful enemy, feeling their immense pressure. Isa’s harshly beating chest, her rising sentiments.
“There is much you do not know Isa, what lost arts the church commands.” The pope’s calm tone.
“It matters not how far I have to go, I will strike down all those in my way towards her.” Isa’s cold voice.
One willing to take on a trial, staring down her mighty enemy. Isa’s great desire to bring her companion back to her, refusing to remain silent.
Her foe massively expanding their wings, soon bursting through the field. Isa’s hasty steps, scraping her katana along the land.
The maiden heavily clashing against her opponent, releasing darkness from her body. The young woman’s bleeding rage intensifying her malice, pushing against her target’s shining force.
“Look at you now, a beast who have fallen to her desires. Your form reflects your tainted soul.” The elderly man’s stern eyes on her.
“I am fine with that, if it means Elina can be safe and happy...” Isa’s sharp vision.
A heart strongly proceeding, carrying her ill sentiments in a feverish fire. The maiden enduring the crushing power, shortly feeling her stance break.
Her opponent striking through, spilling her blood in the distance. Isa withstanding the sharp pain, malice repairing her injuries.
The young woman instantly turning, flipping high, evading the follow up. Darkness releasing from her right arm, spilling into the void. Isa immediately slamming down into the platform, spreading her dark waves.
Azure flames scorching the realm, sending black spikes at her target. The enemy raising their sword, instantly crashing it down. The great power shattering her assault, leaving dark blue particles floating in the air.
“You may have become a demon, but the power you possess is nothing in comparison to this art.” The pope gestures his hand to her.
“I will not be silenced here, mark my words.” Isa’s strict eyes on him.
A devil rising to her challenge, refusing to remain quiet. Her desire to save one, releasing the black force from her soul. The foul energy unsettling the elderly man, the person feeling her terrifying strength.
The angelic being bursting high into the air, raising their blade above, harshly unleashing their shining divinity. Its great power running along the length of their sword, stretching it far.
“You will not withstand this Isa, I will make sure of it.” The pope’s serious eyes on her.
“No...this will not quell my rage.” The maiden’s sharp voice.
Two meeting underneath the crimson light, a chance encounter intertwining their lives. A friendship leading to something more, releasing the deep emotions in her soul.
The maiden’s defeat leading to her companion’s shackles, a bright girl washing away in a miserable realm.
Isa carrying her sentiments, locking onto her opponent in the air. The maiden watching them unleash the massive pure assault, its immense strength wrapping her in their divinity.
The young woman harshly displaying her darkness, leaping into its white void. Isa cutting her way through, reaching for one at the end of the nightmare.
The maiden shortly appearing above her enemy, blood flowing from her body. Isa descending on her target, harshly kicking them, sending them to the ground.
The demon diving to her foe in her fury, sounding her sentiments. A surprising development, the elderly man watching her colliding into her opponent.
Azure flames surrounding them, Isa crashing her sword into the entity in a flurry of strikes. The maiden quickly piercing through them, immediately homing in from behind.
Isa flipping forward, slamming her blade down into the angelic being. The maiden powerfully releasing her negativity, incinerating them in her frenzy.
A heart treading down her path, withstanding the agony on her body. The clearing smoke in the area, the young woman’s claw sinking into the being’s skull. An individual devouring them, pulling their divine power into her body.
The demon soon standing, lowering her head, glaring at the pope. Isa’s slow steps towards him, soon dashing to him, furiously grabbing his head with her claw.
“Elina...she did so much for you people, and you turn around and stab her in the back...” Isa’s increasing anger.
“I--it was all for the ideal!” the pope’s great fear.
“Who’s ideal?! That damn man Armand?! For the pain you people have brought on her, I will harshly return it.” The maiden glares at him.
A devil speaking her soul, displaying the agony in her. Malice slowly repairing her wounds, unveiling the depths of her devotion. The young woman crushing down on his skull, hearing his scream in the endless space.
Blood soon spilling in the distance, the pope’s lifeless body falling below. The shifting realm, Isa returning to the cathedral. The quiet place around her, an azure flower by her foot.
The demon kneeling to it, soon touching it. Her eyes on the disintegrating object, watching its blue light wrap around her, hearing a precious voice.
I...don’t know where I am. The further I go along, the more frightening it is, but more than anything. Isa, I wish to have you with me again, I want our lives to go back to how it was...
Darkness surrounding the maiden, revealing Elina alone in a room. Chains binding the pure one to the wall, her clothes in a mess. The person’s weak eyes above, looking at a small light shining in.
“Isa...I’m scared. You will somehow come, right...?” the pure one’s teary tone.
Her companion’s simple wish, the person sobbing in the quiet area. Those taking Elina to a far off place, preparing the innocent one to be a sacrifice. The young woman standing up, reaching for her partner.
The shortly fading scene, Isa returning to the cathedral. An individual feeling Elina’s anguish, the fear eating away at her, the maiden worrying about the pure one.
“Elina...I am sorry that I could not be there. That you were caught up in this...” Isa lowers her head as she grabs her arms.
Zeke standing from afar, his uncertainty on the occurrence. The young man soon running up to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. Isa looking back to him, her distant vision on him.
Both soon racing out the building, passing the fires scorching the city, their eyes on the church members desperately trying to quell the situation.
The two moving through the shadows underneath the bleeding light, making their escape into the dusk. The demon’s desire to save her companion, wishing to relish in the moon’s light with them again.
Elina, you are a strong person, much more than I am. Please hold on, I am coming like I should have. Those old days, they will become a reality again...
Chapter 2: Demonic Conviction(Part 2)