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Black skies and clouds of dirt, and ash blanketed Paradisia -- birthplace of all angels to ethereal beings, simple depiction of the afterlife according to mortals. The air was thick with dirt and debris. Gravel and clouds of dust, the palace of Mary itself not in much better shape. The air was thick with chipped rock and dirt.
In the center of the destruction stood four teenage girls, the fifth, in green, fallen to her knees. The leader, in pink stood before her wounded orange, white, green, and purple-wearing comrades, her sky-blue eyes twinkling with determination and thick, blonde pigtails blowing in the wind, a mischievous cowlick near her straight bangs in the opposite.
Scuff marks and cuts on herself as well. Making a fist, she brought it to her chest and pointed forward, to which hundred, possibly thousands of monsters stood, piercing red eyes, horns, batwings and all: the Sabikuma.
"We can't do it Cure Juliet." The Cure clad in white said.
"Don't say that, Gospel, we'll be fine. We have each other!" The blonde in pink said, surrounded by a faded pink aura, turning with a serious expression to the other four, who nodded in response. She walked over to her friend in green, bringing the girl to her feet with a smile.
"We made it this far, we can't and absolutely won't give up now. Valhalla, Greeting, Embrace, Gospel, how does the future look?"
"Bright!" They answered in unison, moved by their leader's words, before all taking a firm step forward and launching themselves toward the Sabikuma. In a matter of minutes, many left and right were reduced into sprinkles pure white light. Blowing inferior versions of it's kind into the skies was a towering Sabikuma, beating its chest and roaring down, the vibrations sending loose rubble in their direction, in which they acrobatically evaded.
Baring its knife-like claws, the Sabikuma charged towards them, much like a dog if you will. With the smaller Sabikuma descending back down, Embrace and Greeting alternated, kicking and punching them away, reducing them to bursts of light.
At the head of the army, leading them were two humanoid beings, man and a woman; both unnaturally pale with pupil-less, crimson eyes, curved, black demonic horns and dressed in dark robes, wreaths of dead leaves atop their heads.
With a wave of the woman's hand, all Sabikuma vanished into broken leaves of black energy.
"Adam, Eve!" Juliet called, staring the two down. Cure Juliet flapped her small angel wings before dashing towards them, going for a light-filled punch, joined by her fellow Pretty Cure -- which was faulted, with Adam projecting a bellowing shockwave, blasting the others far back and Eve catching her fist, clenching it excruciatingly. Cure Juliet teared up from the great pain, but pushed her arm forward.
Without warning, Eve's hand once holding the blonde heroine's fist flew open, spreading a great, warping beam of black. Tears flew down Juliet's now pale, shocked and petrified face, before her pink aura returned, this time quickly turning black.
Almost instantly, Cures Greeting, Gospel, Embrace and Valhalla ran toward their leader and comrade, Greeting in the lead. Cyan ponytail in the wind, teary eye, Cure Greeting leaped to reach Juliet...
Flash
In that instant, she was gone...
Blonde hair...blue eyes...pink clothes...white wings...
All gone
...Last trace of her being a horrified scream...
"What did you do to her!! ANSWER ME, YOU MONSTER!!" Embrace screamed, face red with rage and eyes watery, her fists balled.
"Simple: I erased her from existence..." She said flatly.
Cure Embrace quickly turned to Greeting. "Go to Mary, make sure she's okay!"
"But- what about you guys...!?" Greeting worried, hands to her chest. "I-I don't want you to disappear too!" She added, shaking.
"We'll hold them off, we don't want to lose you too." Valhalla added, with Gospel nodding in response. Cure Greeting picked herself up and ran toward the ruin that was once Mary's palace.
Pushing away rubble and broken beams, she entered the 'used-to-be' throne room, Mary clinging to life at the steps of her throne, shards of tinted glass around her and an unconscious deer-like fairy and tattered cloth in her weak arms.
Approaching, she took a knee, shaking the superior angel, a mixture of worry and fear in her eyes. Mary took Greeting's hand, relieving the green heroine, happy tears in her eyes.
"Your awake-!" Greeting said, lighting up.
"C-Cure Greeting, g-go...take Saint and him...to the world below, its safe..." She said, struggling to speak, before pulling aside the cloth, revealing a sleeping infant. Choppy blonde hair atop his head, minuscule white wings and blue, bibbed onsie on his back.
They turned back to Mary, who at this point, was cold, her breathing increasingly slow.
"My lord? Mary!?" Greeting cried, before quickly running out of the domain, infant in her arms and Saint flying alongside her, into the wreckage of Paradisia. Running, her shedding tears dissolving into the dark atmosphere.
She tripped, skidding on her knees. She weakly rose to see the obstruction; Cure Valhalla!?
Cure Greeting's eyes went wide to find her comrade covered in more cuts and bruises from their previous encounter. The purple Cure lied on her side, right hand seriously damaged, her lavender locks now a rat's nest and cut across her right eye. Deep cracks running through the winged heart-shaped lilac gem embedded in the violet ribbon at her waist. Opening her unscathed left, indigo, she looked up at Greeting.
"Cure Valhalla, where are Gospel and Embrace? Please tell me they're okay!?" She frantically asked, holding the baby close.
"Th-They didn't make it...Go before-" Cure Valhalla was cut off by Adam and Eve's chilling presence in the distance, the two blankly staring. Once again, Eve created her beam if black, this time consuming Cure Valhalla, before Greeting's very eyes. Speechless, she immediately put the baby down and grabbed her purple comrade by her wrists, a quickly but feeble attempt to save her.
"Its too late!" Valhalla said, before the darkness consumed her, ripping her from the other's hands. With the baby in both hands and Saint clinging to her shoulder, Greeting, in complete shock, fell to her backside and could only watch Valhalla disappear. She stood, wanting to avenge her comrades, but remembering Mary's words, she made her way toward Paradisia's gates, now pried shattered pieces of rust.
For a long moment, she stood at the edge of the clouds, staring down at the Earth below. She took one last look.
Gulping, she, holding the baby close with Saint still at her shoulder, leaped into the sky, slowly descending through the clouds.
Adam and Eve watched the broken green heroine escape....
Watching with them, 14 glowing red eyes in the distance...
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