The young woman's deep wish in her prison, holding on for four years. Death eventually ciming her, yet her resolve to save one strongly persisting.

  Isa signing a contract, choosing to become a demon, dispying her burning soul. Her will to pay any price at the end, firmly keeping her eye on her path. The two soon sitting down, a map in front of them.

  "Towards the east of the docks, there are fmmable materials. We will carry some supplies and set off these, which will create a panic." Zeke tapping at the location.

  "And while this is happening, others will move into quell it. Then we set off some more, creating even greater chaos. This will be towards the middle of the city." Isa pressing down on the map.

  "Right, you will head in to kill the pope. While you do this, I will be creating more distractions. When you are finished, we will reroute ourselves and flee the city." Zeke gesturing his hand to her.

  "Simple, but effective. We move out at nightfall." The maiden folding her arms.

  A target in her mind, her desire to bring down the pieces protecting the leader of the church. Isa distantly looking at her cw, holding in her despair.

  Zeke quietly putting together some pieces, slightly looking away from her. Some passing time, night shortly coming. The bleeding light shining down, revealing two in the open.

  Both splitting their path, the young man heading east to the docks. Feeling the cold breeze on him, soon piling boxes in a corner.

  "Armand, I still have not given up..." Holding a lighter in his hand.

  Deeply scarring sentiments, the person firmly proceeding in his direction. Shortly making some distance, throwing it at the boxes. Quickly racing away, its enormous explosion loudly sounding.

  Harshly shaking the nd, crumbling the surrounding buildings. Fmes spreading in the area, many taking notice. Zeke hastily slipping into the shadows, watching members from the church acting on the chaos.

  "Maybe now I can bring meaning to her end..." The person's sharp vision.

  The maiden on another end, soon stepping out of an ally, carefully setting some massive boxes in the center. The young woman dashing onward, malice burning from her arm.

  Shortly standing on her side, unleashing the negativity on her targets. Darkness engulfing the boxes, setting the pce abze, an explosion ripping through the area.

  "Elina...I am on my way..." Her serious eyes.

  Its great force shattering the nd, scarring the surrounding buildings. Loud panic in the pce, structures wrapping in the fmes. The maiden quickly acting, heading to the cathedral.

  An individual committing atrocities, harshly racing after her goal. Eventually finding herself at her destination, her eyes on the stairs leading higher, pilrs strongly keeping up the structure.

  "Your small actions reached far, the buildings around here were from you making a case to help them. And they turned around and betrayed you..." Isa lowering her head.

  Two in an empty cathedral with another, the benches lining towards an altar of a goddess. Candle lights trailing the room, revealing a mystifying glow in the dusk. Their eyes on a man in shining armor, the person's hands behind his back.

  "You know quite well, that they are suffering since the disaster. Will it not be better to provide the aid, and in turn secure a stronger sting ally?" Elina grimly gripping her arms.

  "I understand your displeasure, but my hands are tied here. Even if I do manage to get approval, who will go and ensure the rebuilding goes well? We are short on hands." The person looking away.

  "I will go." Isa walking to a bench, soon sitting down.

  "But we need you out there to quell the monster out by Llewyn." The man facing her.

  "It is fine Commander, I will simply work faster, then immediately head over. All you need to do is get approval, and send the supplies. I will build the team, and ensure the rebuilding goes well." Gesturing her hand to him.

  The person thinking for a bit, shortly looking to Elina. A girl in a grey top and red dress wrapping below, their bright expression to the maiden.

  The Commander soon shifting his vision to Isa, her long blue shirt and bck jeans. An individual willing to take on another burden, the man witnessing her efforts over the passing time.

  "Alright. I will get in contact with Armand, and request him to approve the supplies. I will leave the rest in your hands, Isa." The Commander turning, slightly smiling.

  A pure soul's persistence, refusing to give up on the city. Her efforts providing them the necessary aid, yet their will to allow her to fall into the fmes.

  The maiden's boiling blood, soon ascending up the long stairs, treading over the red carpet. The demon entering into the establishment, looking at the benches parallel to one another.

  Candles lining the middle, old statues along the ends. Her eyes to the pope at the back, the statue of a goddess behind him. The elderly man in a white garb, sternly looking at her.

  "Isa, I am well aware that this is your doing. How far you have fallen, you used to be one of our best." Disappointment from him.

  "Fallen I have, but if it is for Elina, then that is fine..." Her fist to her chest, seriously looking at him.

  "Ah yes, she as well has committed a grave sin. Nonetheless, a sacrifice she will be. Repenting her wrong, and bringing enlightenment to countless." Expanding his arms.

  Enraging words sinking into her depths, igniting the fmes in Isa's soul. An individual originally part of their cause, willfully following along with their vision.

  Her choice setting a new direction, wrapping her companion in a hellish inferno. A church having countless in their palms, constantly spreading their vast influence.

  "You demon will die, and far away from Elina." The pope's hands behind his back.

  "When I am finished with you, I will kill Armand and bring her home." Isa stretching her bde afar.

  Important figures pulling strings from the shadows, leading innumerable underneath their watchful eyes. Their swift actions, eliminating others stepping out of line.

  The maiden's gripping frustration, enduring her torturous emotions. Her eyes on the pope, the elderly man expanding his arms.

  A white light spreading, stretching a massive pentagram around the two. The divinely spiraling magic, its immense force transferring them to another realm. Both soon standing on a crystal ptform, Isa's attention around her.

  "Unsurprising for them to have tricks like this up their sleeves." Her sharp eyes on her target.