Prologue
Kyrie stood on the balcony of her bedroom, looking over what was left of the city of Fortuna. After the destruction of His Savior and the vanquishing of the hell gates, the residents slowly began to return back to their homes. With the destruction of the Holy Order, the people had no one to lead them, they had no guidance to follow. Of course they new what to believe, but now, who would be there to keep them believing in what they believed?
Then there was Nero, the one man who risked everything to save her and survived. He even still fought to insure that the city of Fortuna was safe. Since that one fateful day that he confessed his love for her, she hadn't seen him not once. There must have been many.
"Nero." She Whispered.
It was unbelieveable how much here heart ached for him. To at least hear his voice just for a second would lessen the ache. Kyrie's long night gown fluttered with the gentle spring breeze as she turned back through the french double doors to her room. After settling into bed, her thoughts slowly began to drift as sleep over came her. The sky darkened as night fell upon the city.
The sound of rigorous fighting could be heard across the vast valley of forest. Nero fought against the demons ruthlessly, never giving up and never resting. There was only one thing on his mind…Kyrie. Kyrie had been his motivation the whole time. As long as he knew Kyrie was waiting, he would not stop fighting until he killed them all.
"Don't worry Kyrie, I'll be home soon."