Monarch of Darkness, Arsene



Lilith eyed me heavily, nudging the twins closer to her cheeks with a grim look when a realization of Lilith's bond with the twins had grown these past few days; she didn't even like to leave the kids for more than an hour.

Iza giggled, her mouth still wet with her mother's milk. "Dooom!"

"..."

"AHHH! Is that her first word!"

"DOOOOOM!!!"

"BOOOOOM!" Came Vesyrns response giggling as the hairs on my neck rose.

First of all… None of these first words were normal. Especially Iza. Who says doom? It's not even a word I use; This is a Red Flag.

Lilith, alongside her loyal servant Vita, eyes grew misty in a matter of moments as they cuddled the twins between their breasts with hope in their eyes. Seemingly not bothered by the whole 'Doom' and 'Boom.' incident.

Fucking weirdos.

Glaring at the twins with a hue of suspicion. I sighed, pulling at each of their marshmallow-like cheeks, before signaling Vita to teleport away. The incursion I had in mind shouldn't take more than a day, if not a few hours. And while I would love Lilith there… She had more important responsibilities.

Tending to the twins was far more important. This Path I'm on… isn't nearly as important when they are concerning my kids.

Kissing the twins goodbye, I planted one on Lilith as she stared at me with a hint of regret. But with a flick to her head, I smiled, shifting the flow of darkness with Izavith beside me. We entered the void, moving into the Nine Hells to the sleeping Gad beneath the head of my throne.

"You know he only follows you due to your attunement to the Great Mother," Vita said, sliding me a cold glance. "That aura… that radiance you haven't even utilized is…" She paused as my lips curled up.

"Intoxicating?" I smiled.

Vita grimaced, her cheeks somewhat flushed with embarrassment: "Think what you like."

"Oh, come on. I think we are closer now. Right? You are playing every day with my kids. You are close to my wife. And I have the direct blessing of the Abyss. Shit… with that look I see in your eye, I'd assume you even respect me."

She went quiet for a while, neither admitting nor denying my claim. But we both were aware of how she felt.

THis bitch had recognized my greatness…. Arsene for the win. Then again, what's there not to like? I'm handsome. Insanely Handsome, with the body most gods would die for. Literally. Shit… Even my ass is drawing gazes. I am the great Arsene. The empyrean of… something.

Flicking my head like a bad bitch. I felt her fist send me flying into a wall, knocking stars through my head.

"I think we all felt you deserved that," Vita said as Gad raised his head, trying with his all to ignore me. He moved to Vita's palm as she rustled his hair.

"Broken Seraphim touched by the All. Are you looking for a home or death?" She asked him. It stirred me as I slipped to the ground. Spitting a mouthful of blood, I drew closer and stared at Gadreel.

His pale red eyes transitioned to a dark gold filled with a sinister vibe that didn't sit right with me. It was dark… darker than usual before returning to red. He yawned and stared me down, wagging his tail like a good boy.

"He'll kill you one day," Warned Vita coldly.

"I figured," I responded, falling to one knee as I stared into its eyes with a challenging glint. " But I'll meet that challenge any time. Hades has Cerberus to guard the underworld. And now. I have the Fallen Angel, the Fallen Beast tainted by the Abyss, Gadreel."

I rose, snapping my fingers sending a shudder through the darkness. Hate suddenly pooled out of the void sending a dark chill down my spine as she stepped out of it. Her eyes were ablaze with a vengeful aura that I felt myself go on guard for a half second, which spiked into a burning lust that had my lower spear press against my robes.

"Ezra…" I whispered, but she shook her head. Her scarlet hair dazzling with embers of Hellfire.

"By the Law of Hell, a devil must use their true name to sit upon the throne of brimstone," she told me, falling to one knee. Her pale white skin brewed a vile aura that many powerful monsters far stronger than she or I didn't carry. It was as if she had attained a level of attunement with the sins most couldn't even dream of.

She was a Shadowfell. But this aura… This Level of Hate was something I had never felt before. It's as if she stepped out of the shadow of her father ingrained in her blood. It wasn't lust she governed but wrath… Hate.

"Please call me—" She raised her head, pausing as an obsidian blade pressed against her neck, drawing blood. Vita looked her down with ice in her eyes.

"There is a kill order out for the Daughter of Lust." The abyssal said, but with her words came a brewing killing intent that shook the very hells. Empowered by my domain, I stared Izavith down as her blade pointed to my Knight.

"You might be my wife's loyal servant, but I have no problem going to war with the Abyss. Touch her, and I'll attack where it hurts most. The woman you have your sword against is a King of Hell. One of my nobles." I told her as dozens of Blood Reavers, and Fallen flashed into my throne, their aura distorting the fabric of reality around me. The void burned with radiance as my throne room turned into an abyss of Hellfire.

"Are you speaking as King of the Abyss or Hell?" She asked me, her violet eyes shimmering with an absolute aura that could crush anyone around me.

Izavith was one of Lilith's strongest, if not the strongest. I had no doubt she could slaughter everyone present before I could blink.

But…

"Both. You will keep the peace. Now remove your sword. My Knight is asking me for the throne." I commanded. Izavith looked me over and closed her eyes as she lowered her blade.

"Speak."

Ezra nodded. "My true name is… Aynaet de Asmodeus, God of Hate, Lust, and…" She smiled, looking up at me with undisguised madness. " Envy."

Just like her mother.

I nodded, taking a step back away from my throne. "Then take a seat… my King, we've much to discuss on the breaching of the Libary of Silence."