On a Quest for the Angel of Ice [Hero Quest Mission]

Once that large smile of Elysia was shown, Cirno gave an equal one back to show that this was indeed the right path they were venturing down upon. Therefore, she began to channel and focus into her well of blessings, miracles and holy prowess within in order to bring forth this radical change in The Bronze Adventurer's life. If anything was going to stop this tool of taint, it was going to be something that could cleanse, purify and make life anew. It is why she understood that this creature of corruption was going to need to be expunge with her chasten touch.

It may not be easy, and it may be painful: but was the path of doing what is right ever was? This would just be another test and chance to prove her endurance in order to see if she truly could withstand the hardships that would be put down the route of a heroine.

"Let's do it then, Elysia. It's going to be scary, yeah, but I'll be right by your side and I will do everything in my power to make sure you get through this."

There was anxiety that was leaking forth from the embodiment of Elysia. Cirno could tell by her slow nods, tense stance and eyes filled with doubt. However, that was all right with her. Everyone gets terrified when venturing down the path of the unknown. What makes the character is how one chooses to react to this fear: would she be the type to cower and tread away, or the type to raise up, face her fears and become brave for it?

From her response, it seemed that the latter proved to be true and Cirno was proud of her for it. Which is why, when Elysia accepted the help of The Angel, did her overflowing light then begin to churn and constrict around the tan abdomen of The Bronze Adventurer. In that moment, a flow of serenity and calm was meant to be induced into her being. Similar to a supernatural sedative, this was suppose to relax and ease the woman's body for what was about to come.

As, to The Iramasha, there was no doubt that this was going to be a rough ride to remove this parasite from her spirit. Therefore, as she began tapping into her divine reach, the human may very well begin to feel a heavy pressure weighing down on her body. It was a feeling that felt as if this force was attempting to devour, break and drain away the essence of Elysia. Sensations of doubt, terror and death could perhaps be induced in this movement as this creature was so tethered and attached to her soul that Cirno found initial difficulty in trying to remove it.

Whomever crafted this had to be an expert in the field of magic because the seals which were placed on her soul were locked tight. It made The Angel of The Ice get serious, flutter her wings and transition into a more stern and focused expression as this was getting intense. One wrong slip, one miscalculation and one error was all that it took to turn this from a day of transformation to a day of ruin.

As memories of her battle in Australia played in the mind of Cirno, she understood all too well the risk of tampering with someones soul entailed. Since, on that day, The Heroine of The Ice turned into the villain and broke the spirit of a human she was meant to protect. On that day, she could not save someone from their own sins and they suffered for it. All because of her own selfish desire on that day to become the glory hero and save the day for her own purposes of fame, valor and strength.

Which is why, on this day -- it was different. She wasn't doing it for the notoriety. She wasn't doing it to prove her strength. And she wasn't doing it to even so much as be a hero. As, beyond all this, the motives behind Cirno doing this is because she believed it was the right thing to do and to be a good angel was to be a charitable, open and loving spirit that help those who ask for help. So, beyond her aspirations was an honest devotion to want to move away from the mistakes of her past and make a brighter future for those spirits her soul touches and empowers.

Henceforth, for this just ideal is why she had to believe, against all uncertainty, that this plan would work for Elysia. Ergo, as her heart synchronized and felt the impulse of a fair cause, her angelic prowess awakened and made an intense surge of power pulsate throughout the area. As the wind grew wild, thousands of particles of light danced around the two and formed a beautiful display of frenzy spirit as she attempted to purge this menace from her spirit.

Now, at this point is where The Bronze Adventurer may then begin to have doubts, as this is where the pain, second thoughts and absolute terror would begin to nag and grasp at the edges of the human's consciousness. Yet, if she was firm and strong, believed in this path and kept her will strong -- she would make it. It was going to be hard, so incredibly hard, but the light was just around the corner of this seemly infinite wall of darkness.

"Stay with me...."

Those three words would be all Cirno needed to say as her celestial powers were in the midst of removing this parasite. This is where the fatal end may come if things did not go as planned, or if Elysia was not strong enough to resist these temptations of terror which lurked in the depths of soul. As the eyes of Cirno became devoured by a white light, The Human would then feel a gentle warmth touching her from the veil of darkness within and it would be the spiritual hand of The Iramahsa telling her:

"Everything was going to be alright."

What would come of this would now be in the hands of Elysia.

The winds were howling with the screaming force of change as there was a monstrous amount of sinful energy lashing about in the atmosphere. Swirls of shade, blood and gold illuminations danced around the pair like a violent storm of animosity ready to strike each of the two spirits down with it's vile intent. Yet, even in the midst of turbulent chaos, The Angel Of The Ice remained ever still and persistent in her quest to remove this repulsing parasite from the depths of Elysia's body.

This beast was fighting her at every twist and turn and causing the utmost of anguish to the mortal vessel of the human in the process. Cirno could outright feel the lashes, slashes and gashes that were digging deep down into the spirit of her pupil. There were screams of pain being uttered out, stress being placed upon vital organs and an utter sense of will being tainted.

But still -- each of them fought against it. No matter how much it hurt, the alternative was much, much worse. They had to face this head first and come out victorious. As, no matter what, The Frozen Angel was determined to turn the tides and learn how to save a life. That is the only thing that thumped greatly within her heart's desire in this terrifying moment.

She could not fail this person who placed their entire faith in the hands of this celestial. This celestial -- whom was suppose to the messenger of the holy spirit. No. She would not lose this battle again. For this reason is why Cirno would then grip the hand of Elysia as tightly as possible. This was to further ensure her presence was here and everything was going to be OKAY so long as she held on to that yearning to whether this cyclone of torment upon her spiritual and physical self.

"Stay strong. Please. Don't let go.....stay with me...."

That single plea came in a distressed tone of voice which seemed to indicate that Cirno herself was in pain. But, it was not nearly the same anguish that Elysia was under going. This was a mental pain which nagged at the side of The Angel. There were echoes of doubt which lay deep within her soul from the eye of her mind whom saw all of The Angel.

And, with this internal self having witnessed The Celestial's feats throughout her growth, this embodiment of disbelief and skepticism questioned if she ever had even saved a life until then that did not require the use of violence. As it saw her as nothing more than a creature whom could only break, destroy and let despair consume her soul. After all, it even took the means of metaphysical sealing to otherwise keep her broken psyche in tact from how much her will was so out of wack. There was so much hopelessness, sadness and fear of the world behind that ridiculous light the Angel yearned for.

So, just what could this crippled excuse for an angel do to save another soul? Was this truly out of her goodwill, or was it another excuse to fuel and satisfy her ego?

No. It was not. It could not be.

With eyes tightening, The Angel attempted to cast these thoughts of her shadow aside and push forward. She was doing what she could change, and there had been times in this progression where she had fallen back. In fact, even within the future, this holy spirit could see herself relapsing.

But -- even so -- the perseverance to never give up still surged wildly within her soul. Even if it was so much as a faint flicker of flame, she would try to hold on to it and use as a way to find her saving grace. No matter if it was futile, this Angel would press forward against the pain and try for as long as her constitution could hold out.

And even if this desire was selfish, what did matter? What did it matter if she wanted to help others to feel good about herself? So what? If she was producing charitable acts into the world which assisted others, just what did it matter if they were from her self-admiration? They still changed the lives of others and that would be enough to save this life that so hung in the balance of Cirno's hands.

So, despite the frigid tears which trickled down the cheeks of The Iramasha from such inner conflict, this Angel of The Light would not give up on her quest to become a proper figure of righteousness. It mattered not if her heart quaked with such sobbing, there was a hardened resolve thriving within and this angelic spirit had awoken the deepest depths of her holy prowess.

And, by turning this source of inner grace into power, she would then be able to command and order it to tap into the sanctity of her own soul and Elysia's. Then, by using this faith which glared so brightly within the each of them, the Jun was beginning to become cleansed and this monster was being vaporized. With a prayer to the high heavens given by The Angel, she'd whisper this soft appeal to the divine:

"I understand I have not been the best angel my whole life. I know I have not lived this creed long enough to fully claim it for my own. And I know I don't call for something above my own power enough...but now is different."

As the tears continued to fall from her face like droplets of rain, the voice of The Angel still remained pure and steady. Even as her eyes misted and face reddened, the expression still remained stern and focused. And this was because -- she was ascending. Her metaphysical self was transforming and growing into her proper essence in the form of her adult state of being.

The stature of the Iramasha shifted from the height of a mere child, to the proper five foot five footing of a young woman. And, as she muttered her prayer further, the short hair of the Angel flourished, grew and extended to the sides of her body. All the while, her hips became fully figured and bosom extended to give her the proper development of a maiden.

Having now matured facially to resemble such a ripened and matured being, she was in her true essence. And, while holding on to this genuine persona, The Angel of The ice could complete her incantation to the heavens and finish it in earnest. With a tender, yet so firm voice, these words were uttered out in the hopes of finding that inner power to overcome:

"Please, listen to my prayer and give me the strength to save this spirit. I want to be given my wings...and I want to be able to save others. Please....that is all I ask heavenly father...."

And with that, the prayer was finished.

Yet, it is at this moment where the most pain would funnel into the human. Absolute terror, torture and doubt would come in this time. And, if she could just make it through this, the worse could be over.

So, The Angel of The Ice would put on a brave face as the embodiment of Elysia began to scream and howl out in internal anguish. It hurt Cirno to see someone as sweet as her in pain, but it mattered not in the long run. She needed to be able to put an end to this so this gentle human could no longer feel such terrible sensations.

Therefore, she fed from both of their wills and began the final crux of removing this bloodsucker from out of the human's body.

"Be gone, you foul beast. In the name of the light, I banish thy to the abyss and purge ye' to become purified and reborn anew without such taint."

Releasing that enchantment into the air was the final release needed in order to rip apart the bonds of slavery which shackled Elsyia for as long as they did. In an eruption of light, a beam of white energy would flare up from out of the abdomen of the human and go surging into the sky like a shooting star.

Following that instant of time, the Jun would be torn away from her body and purified by the holy prowess of high heaven being guided under the control of Cirno's astral hand. Thus, the Jun would be destroyed and it's energy eradicated outright. That was the will of The Angels in motion.

But, alas, the job was not finished yet.

Something as powerful as that object being so suddenly ripped from a soul -- was not good. If not replaced soon, further ill fate could fall upon Elysia.

Therefore, Cirno infused large volumes of her energy into the embodiment of the human. However, it wasn't just that. No. She was making a core. And this core was forged from elements of her energy, Elysia's and each of their determination and will wrapped together in the blanket of an angel's purifying and holy light.

This cluster of energy would serve to make the prowess of the human eons stronger than she was before the Jun invaded her body. With the amount of strife pressed against her soul, and the volume of will behind her determination to live, the far reaching power of Cirno's willpower could produce a sphere of light within which fed off the livid emotions of this night and transform it into at a tangible source of material power.

Which, under The Angel's sealing, could serve to make her spiritual prowess reach new heights after this day was done. For, when she would awake the new morning, there would be a far chance that her strength would rival that of a novice Vice Captain (2-5). Granted, it would be quite difficult to control and would require refining with Cirno's training, but the raw power would undoubtedly be there.

Thus, as the light of infusion faded, as to would the dawn of despair. So, in this moment of falling climax, The Angel of The Ice would place her hand upon the cheek of Elysia nad stare down at her with a gentle smile. Then, in three simple words, she would pose a question to the human:

"Are you alright?"

The worse -- was hopefully over.

And -- if there was such a thing as faith -- she'd pray the girl would still be with her.

If she could, then perhaps, maybe, there was a chance to redeem herself and start over a new with this profound sense of self discovered.