A dim light shining down into the depths of a cell, the dark surroundings housing one within it. A maiden chaining to a wall, her clothes in ruin. Blood streaming down her body, her messy bck hair stretching long.

  The person's weak crimson eyes ahead, one spending years in a prison. Deep wounds on her, enduring everyday, keeping a precious one in mind.

  "Isa!"

  An individual unable to do anything, her companion slipping away into the grasp of another. The young woman's wish to save them, festering her hatred for a man deep in her soul. Isa slowly losing consciousness, falling into the depths of darkness.

  Elina...I have to find a way to save her. Dammit...if there is anyone listening, then answer my plea...

  The person falling into the endless stream, weakly looking above, witnessing a warm gentle light.

  A gentle warmth wrapping around her, bringing her to the ptform of memories. Isa standing on it, her eyes on the many pictures engraving in it.

  "What is...this pce...?" the maiden stepping forward.

  "The depths of darkness, the ptforms detailing the history of my past." A soft voice from behind.

  Isa looking behind, seeing a young woman with long blonde hair with a red ribbon tying at the end.

  Their armor brilliantly shining gold, a noble velvet cape stretching down from the lower half of their back. The individual facing the maiden, resting their crimson eyes on them.

  "Who...are you...?" the person turning to the entity.

  "Cyra. I am one who weighs the soul and determine what should happen." Her hand to her chest.

  "Are you saying...I am dead...?" Isa looking away a bit.

  "Correct, and right now, I am uncertain on how to proceed. After all, Isa. Your devotion to your belief is pure, but your actions also helped to chain this world." The being's calm voice.

  One serving underneath an order, believing in her direction. A person wrapping within their teachings, unable to see through the delusion.

  The maiden seeking out the truth, losing a precious individual to her heart. Her desire to save them, stepping towards the entity.

  "You're right. My devotion was my path, and it would lead to the greatest enemy right under my nose. Right now, Elina needs my help. I can pay for my wrongs ter, but she has nothing to do with this madness. Out of all of us, she is the one that deserves to live a good life." Isa's hand to her chest.

  "I am beginning to get a better picture. How far are you willing to go to save her, are you willing to even give up your humanity? Your form even?" the being's sharp vision on them.

  "If it means Elina can be safe and happy, then yes. If it means I can bring down the man who sullied our ideals, I will pay any price." Swinging out her arm, sternly looking at the entity.

  A person's sounding heart, their feverish soul reacting to the surrounding ptforms. The gentle stardust flowing above, traveling within the endless stream. The entity feeling those sentiments, soon coming to a decision.

  "Then form a Demon Contract with me. When it is over, I will determine the price at that point." Cyra folding their arms.

  "A Demon Contract huh, quite funny given my previous line of work. Nonetheless, if it can help me save her, then I accept." Isa's hand on her waist.

  A person's great determination, choosing to risk everything in a gamble. Her enemies in mind, one holding the world in their palm. Countless dancing in ignorance, herself once amongst them.

  The maiden's four long years in prison, losing her life in its brutal conditions. A mysterious one before her, extending their hand to Isa. A massive bck pentagram circling ahead, its old symbols brightly burning.

  "Complete the contract Isa, and you will be given power in equivalence to your resolve."

  The maiden closing her eyes, thinking on the past. A pure individual coming into her bck world, filling it with light. Isa's beating wish from her depths, yearning to save a precious one.

  Shortly opening her vision, plunging her arm into the seal. The ptform below shattering beneath her feet, sending her into the depths. An enormous mouth opening, lunging at her.

  Its flowing bck force, consuming her entirely. The entity calmly looking in the direction, soon seeing a dark energy rushing high.

  The reforming ptform of memories, Isa crashing down, kneeling to the floor. Her long shining silver hair and pale skin, those gold and red eyes ahead. Fangs from her mouth, her sharp talons for nails. A dark sigil burning in front of her, soon vanishing.

  "Your first price is that you are no longer human but a demon, forever changed. I allowed you to retain a human-like form, so consider it a gift." The being gripping her arms.

  "A bit too kind if you ask me. Either way, what sort of benefits did I acquire?" Isa standing up.

  "That will be for you to find out. Think of it like a clean ste. Your power is based on your resolve, how far you are willing to go." The young woman's calm voice.

  "I am not sure what her game is here, but I guess it does not matter much..." The maiden's hand on her chin.

  "I should inform you that during your time in this prison, Elina was dragged everywhere. Her memories will be in a number of pces." The entity turning from the devil.

  The demon's boiling fury, thinking on her companion's suffering. The maiden once working alongside the order, proceeding in ignorance in the foggy realm.

  Isa deciding her way forward, choosing to give up her humanity for a chance to save a precious one.

  "Where is she being held at?" the demon folding her arms.

  "I cannot say anymore. However, the prisoners might know something, or her memories can be a guide." The being gncing back to the devil.

  A strange one with answers, Isa containing her frustrating feelings. An individual noting the great power from the one ahead, wondering on their purpose.

  Cyra bearing witness to events, aiding others from the shadows. A realm pguing in misery and war, many opposing each other, reaching for their wish. The soon steadily fading entity, leaving behind her soft parting words.

  "There is light in the deepest of darkness. Do not give up, embrace your selfishness...and cim what you most desire, make your own path."

  An eternal message through time, the maiden noting it, suspecting the person. A great being embracing their selfish path, shouting her soul, scarring her sentiments into the worlds.

  Isa understanding them a bit more, shortly closing her eyes. The young woman awakening, her body chaining to a wall. Rags on her, blood streaming down from her, her vision on the warden ahead.

  "Oh, so you are still with us. Heh, if only you knew what was going to happen to Elina." The man mocking the maiden.

  A pulse dropping from within, hitting the depths of the abyss. The parting ripples, brewing the hatred festering inside of Isa. Darkness flowing into her body, harshly shrouding her. Her great power pushing back the man on his feet, his shaking vision on her.

  The young woman's long bck hair shifting silver, her shining red and gold eyes on her foe. An individual embracing malice, her skin becoming pale, those fangs and talons showing.

  The maiden releasing the negativity, shattering the area around her. Forcing against her chains, pulling against the iron wall. Ripping them from their restraint, the crumbling debris.

  Isa shortly nding on the ground, gring at her enemy. Watching the fearfully turning warden, instantly throwing her chains forward, wrapping them around him.

  His loud screams in the empty cell, dragging him closer to her. The young woman tightly holding him with the shackles, sharply looking at him.

  "If you wish to live, you will tell me what you mean." Her cold tone.

  "Th—the church is going to sacrifice her!" his hasty voice.

  Chilling words striking at the maiden's core, her quickly beating chest. Little time with her, rage boiling at her depths. The demon's desire to save Elina, a pure one bringing light into her bck world.

  A contract giving her the chance, releasing the fury in her soul. Isa tightening the chains on the warden, his loud screams bouncing off the walls.

  "Where is she?" her sharp voice.

  "I—I don't know! A—all I know, is that it will happen on the altar of the Temple of Seres!" his urgent tone.

  Two meeting on an unlikely night, an encounter setting the demon down a new direction. Isa standing on the ptform of memories, her eyes on the images engraving into it.

  The strange being's past repcing with her own, the happier and sad times in the devil's life showing from it. Her vision ahead, seeing a slim light in the abyss.

  The young woman increasing the pressure on the chains, crushing the man within its grip. The warden's loud shrills, soon coughing up blood.

  The devil shortly silencing his life, the maiden quickly searching his pockets. Isa finding a key, dropping the body to the nd.

  "Elina...I am coming..." The devil unchaining herself, the shackles hitting the floor.

  A person enduring cruelty in a dusty cell for years, her eyes to the dim light shining in from above. An individual hoping for any chance to escape, to save another from a certain one.

  Keeping her mind on her precious companion, the young woman heading forward. Isa soon finding herself at the top, an open path leading to different directions.

  The maiden carefully proceeding forward, making her way through the long hallway. Eventually finding herself in a room, her eyes on some equipment on the wall.

  "This must be where they keep the prisoners items, I'll take what I can." Her hand to her chin.

  A heart's great determination, her wish to save her partner from a certain enemy. The maiden shortly dressing herself in a bck open-side shirt, adjusting the fingerless grey glove on her right hand.

  Her eyes on the dark gauntlet on her left hand, clenching it in and out, a red sleeve extending to her shoulder.

  From the lower half, short bck jeans with her shirt overpping the front. An ornamental red skirt fluttering behind her, twin belts wrapping over her waist.

  "It would be nice if a weapon was here as well, but I guess this will have to do for now." Her attention to the door, tapping her boot against the floor.

  The young woman proceeding forward, flowing along in the endless wave. Isa soon standing by a wall, her eyes on three guards in white armor.

  Sharply looking at them, clenching her right hand in and out. Swiftly moving her feet, piercing the neck from one. Their blood spilling in the distance, shocking the remaining two.

  "Wh—what are you...?" one stepping away.

  "A demon, nothing more...nothing less..." Her cold tone.

  Feeling the flowing force within her, her cw dripping blood to the floor. Malice secreting from her, Isa sharply looking at her enemies. A katana closing in, the devil immediately cshing against it with her talon.

  Another approaching from behind, her high sense in the hellish pce. Breaking the guard from the first, piercing through them, swiping their katana. Crimson liquid spshing far, the person's lifelessly falling body.

  Isa extending the katana with her left hand, darkness infusing into it. Coating the sword in her negativity, soon revealing its new state. Bck scales covering the weapon, its slightly wider size.

  The remaining foe shaking in fear, slowly moving away from the maiden. The demon rushing forward, scrapping her bde along the ground, slicing her enemy in two. Shortly standing on the other end, those halves falling below.

  "Compared to before, this power far surpasses what I could have done at my best..." Her distant vision on her hand.