Chapter 5: Sinful Emotions(Part 1)

Hearts linking to one, their gratefulness to a pure person. The maiden seeing her partner's hand, someone positively affecting many lives. The young woman's increasing determination, refusing to quietly remain.

A sword shattering, losing her way at one point. An individual reforming herself, proceeding in a feverish frenzy.

The next morning, the three in a city at an inn sitting at a table in their room. Three beds in the area, some exotic plants in the corner.

"Fourth class Roman is the leader of this city. Let alone there being two layers to the cathedral in this part." Isa tapping down on the map.

"Once again, I will say night is our best time to act." The young man trailing his finger around the structure.

"And there doesn't seem to be anything of worth to use as a strategic advantage." Ellis folding her arms in unease.

Three drawing closer to their destination, their powerful enemies before them. The young woman's jobs from the past, her experiences guiding her way.

An entity refusing to remain quiet, revealing her black soul. Isa tapping her foot against the ground, a city without anything to use. Shortly raising her hand, pointing to the outside of the building.

"We need to isolate our target. Ellis will take care of those on the outside, Zeke will clear out the first layer. He will be nearby in case something happens, and I will face Roman." The demon's certainty.

"It is the best plan we got, we'll have to be really quick about this though. As soon as we are done, we flee this city." The young man tapping the side of the table.

"Oh...this will be something alright..." Ellis sighing, holding the side of her head.

A few against the storm, their small force with many enemies. The maiden's sharp vision, her mind on one standing above the rest. Countless faithfully serving, blindly following Armand's will.

An individual originally part of their ranks, an innocent one coming into her life, brightening her path. Ellis soon heading out, leaving the demon and Zeke sitting at the table.

"Ya know...the church, they sacrificed someone I cared about. So, I understand what you are going through..." The young man's attention slightly away.

"With each passing day...the feeling gets worse...and worse. I tremble at failing..." Isa lowering her head, her shaking fists.

"Yeah, that's how I felt as well. Then that night arrived, and my entire world came crashing down. It has been years, and my hatred for the church is still powerful..." Zeke holding his arms, anger in his eyes.

The person's desperate movements in the past, racing after a dear one, remembering the tears in her eyes. The young man fighting against many, enduring his great wounds.

An individual storming the Temple of Seres, making his way to the top, the thick azure energy flowing in the dusk.

Armand glancing back, a lifeless young woman on the ground in front of him. Zeke screaming out, charging at the leader.

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"You bastard!!!" his loud voice.

Closing in on the leader, the person's swift movements. Cutting through the young man, spilling blood in the distance.

Zeke falling to the floor, looking to his dead companion. Shortly weakly extending his hand to them, soon collapsing with tears in his eyes.

"Let not your feelings dictate the greater cause." Armand looking ahead.

"Even through this anger...I still maintain myself a bit. Which is why I ask, to minimize the damage..." Sorrow from his voice.

"I have no problem with this, but we do what is needed." Her gentle vision on him.

A man's cold hand, someone feverishly pursuing his goal no matter the end. His strong hold on countless, believing in his powerful direction. Shadows concealing secrets, a picture becoming clearer to the maiden.

Her mind on the past, some files in her hands, choosing to follow her beliefs. The demon challenging the man, her defeat washing away another in the fire. Isa's increasing fear with each passing day, wishing to save Elina.

"If you had another chance, would you not do everything in your power to save this person?" the maiden's soft tone.

"Yeah...I would, no doubt about it. Still, I would also want to hold onto my humanity while proceeding..." His vision to her.

"I suppose we each have our own way of doing things. No matter, it does not hurt to try, just do not get yourself killed." Faintly smiling at him.

"Right..." Zeke returning a similar grin, nodding in agreement.

A person following his drive, choosing to proceed in his own way. His true enemy in mind, keeping his sentiments firmly burning within his heart.

At the time, across the land. A large fort with its thick walls, mighty gates surrounding it, a path leading upward with the statues of the gods on each side.

A temple at the top, an old altar with an ancient pentagram on the ground. The cathedral in view, its stairs reaching higher, those proud pillars around it.

The people going on with their lives, believing in their leader. From within, Armand standing in front of the goddess' statue.

The man shortly facing his prisoner, Elina in chains with guards around her. The young woman's injuries, her filthy brown dress.

"Prepare her for the next phase." Armand's hands behind his back, sternly looking at her.

A pure one holding onto hope, her companion fighting their way towards them. Their achievements making it to the leader's reports, unnerving the man more with the passing day.

A demon selfishly pursuing her path, following after her desires. One coming across the truth a few years prior, someone revealing the depths of her devotion, choosing to give up her humanity to save a precious person.

"You are afraid of Isa, of what you brought into reality." Elina's calm voice.

Many talents over the years, one able to meet him on a similar line. The man's mind on their battle, seeing her potential for himself.

Her reforming steel, acting with flexibility in her movements. One bringing demise in the wake of her despair, revealing the black depths from within her. Armand's hasty heart, the person carefully proceeding.

"Even if I die, Isa will be free..." The pure one's soft tone.

Blissfully flowing sentiments in the past, Elina walking alone in the quiet dusk. The bleeding moon shining down its light, a package in her hands.

From around the corners in the street, a shady group coming forward. Her unrestful eyes, watching them charge at her.

From the shadows, Isa coming in. The person lifting Elina within her arms, blasting away their enemies with a fierce shockwave.

The girl's surprising vision on them, seeing them flip their katana high into the air with their foot.

The reacting sword, soon raining down many blades on the field, stabbing into the foes. Screams filling the dusk, pinning them to the land.

"Talk about a bit of a close one." Isa setting her companion down on their feet.

"I thought you headed out earlier..." The girl looking down a bit, holding her hands.

"I had a bad feeling, so I cancelled it for now." The maiden catching her katana in her left hand.

"But...you were looking forward to it for a while. Sorry..." Elina sadly looking away.

"Sure, it would have been some great freedom in quite some time. However, I can do without it just fine as well." Isa smiling at them, putting away her weapon.