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Courage filled her, and her body was light, her moves guided by the same light that fell legions of devils. She dashed with a single step that launched her body as smooth as water, and as swift as the wind… She stepped on floating, phantasmal parches of water sending ripples, and climbed onto the arm of the beast. Lightless fire that was the skin of devil did nothing but turn to water; bright and lively, under her feet… She strode swift, and her armour summoned a Zeis of indigo.
She flung atop, to the head, and whirlwinded with grace, cold and merciless…
The fires connecting the head to the body, ceased to exist, and froze of the matter-erasing ice from the blade… The devil still held to the body of its possession, but the body fell apart…
Rauflaél’s wing flapped with grace, and she landed as feather. She gazed upon the head that was now leveled with her. The shard of light that was the devil’s eye and existence, flickering as if a candle, about to go out… It begged for mercy…
Yet even she held no empathy for this filthy creature; what was once an angel… The melodic, and mechanic voice of a techzealot chanted cold, and unforgiving…
'Mercy you seek, only belongs to “The One”…'

Description
Courage filled her, and her body was light, her moves guided by the same light that fell legions of devils. She dashed with a single step that launched her body as smooth as water, and as swift as the wind… She stepped on floating, phantasmal parches of water sending ripples, and climbed onto the arm of the beast. Lightless fire that was the skin of devil did nothing but turn to water; bright and lively, under her feet… She strode swift, and her armour summoned a Zeis of indigo.
She flung atop, to the head, and whirlwinded with grace, cold and merciless…
The fires connecting the head to the body, ceased to exist, and froze of the matter-erasing ice from the blade… The devil still held to the body of its possession, but the body fell apart…
Rauflaél’s wing flapped with grace, and she landed as feather. She gazed upon the head that was now leveled with her. The shard of light that was the devil’s eye and existence, flickering as if a candle, about to go out… It begged for mercy…
Yet even she held no empathy for this filthy creature; what was once an angel… The melodic, and mechanic voice of a techzealot chanted cold, and unforgiving…
'Mercy you seek, only belongs to “The One”…'