Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

"Lilith, are you sure?" Ezra asked, handing me a mask, "Once you do this. The Order of Generations will be gone for you once anyone realizes it's you. Various god realm cultivators will attack. Father can stop the demons and devils, but the humans and various races are different. your life here will be over."

Holding the mask crafted by the dwarven king, Goldemar, I nodded. Studying the pure white aesthetic mask that hides all my features. This was a legendary artifact that I personally instructed him to craft for me. It took about five hundred cycles along with a few million rare materials Father handed me from within the nine hells.

Goldemar was a long-forgotten former king that had long since given up his throne living in seclusion. It was not easy convincing that old goat to craft me this mask, but once he saw the material, he leaped at the opportunity.

"I am quite sure. Is the party ready?"I asked as I revealed myself to my true form. Abyssal qi began to rise as my eyes grew indifferent. Father seal was all but vanished as I began using my true source. Demons and devils were born gods, and I was the same. I needed my true power for this.

Stepping away in fear, Ezra shivered, "What....what the hell are you?" she fearfully yelled as I turned to the filth known as Ezra.

A contemptuous gleam flashed through my eyes as I vanished, appearing before a massive castle owned by Asmodeus. Dark clouds hung over the sky as black lightning could be seen raining over the sky of hell. Asmodeus was currently hosting this party, something he occasionally did, but that didn't matter as a set of devils approached me, bowing with grace,

"My lady, your name."

Ignoring the lowly filth, I stepped in as the door opens for me. A majestic view fell into my gaze. Various colors captivated my eyes, some of them I had never witness before, but that didn't hold my interest for long as I glanced at the two kings chatting with Asmodeus.

Suddenly, their conversation quickly came to a stop as Asmodiuos gasped, "Lilith, you... Why are you here?" He yelled, quieting the entire party. A heavy pressure suddenly was released me as I gazed at the true King of Hell.

"Asmodeus, "I coldly said. Giving him a surprise or maybe fright of his life. I had not told him anything. All this was my plan, and a mere second-generation Lord did not deserve my words.

A gulp could be seen coming from everyone as my Abyssal Aura began to run loose, storming the very castle. All eyes were currently on me as I saw Drar'ethiul approach me. His crimson eyes were glimmering with lust and greed as I suddenly felt a soul attack enter the abyss known as my soul.

Not bothering even to do anything, a massive blast shattered the various tables away as I turned my gaze towards a man that would never enter my eyes, "So is this the strength of a prince. How pathetic, but I expect nothing less from trash such as you. Why Asmodeus allowed you to be a prince is beyond me."

A pause of disbelief and horror quickly filled the party as I stepped past Drar'ethiul, not bothering to even listen to the words he spoke next. Gazing at the three kings present I snorted, when Asmodeus suddenly spoke, "Lilith, welcome, had I known you were coming, I would have prepared a special welcome. Everyone, allow me to introduce a child I found within the abyss. Her name is Lilith, and she is, as many of you can sense, a true Child of the Abyss."

"Ohhh, Lord Asmodious, you kept her well hidden," said Beleth with bewilderment, a king known for his cruelty. Out of all the kings, he is the most blood-thirsty one to exist. And the only demon to hold the title of King of Hell. He had short silver hair with razor-sharp eyes. His body was not overly large, but dark marking could be seen around his crimson skin as he leaked a chilling smile.

"Agreed, this is an impossibility; it's quite known that abyssal creatures cannot leave the abyss. That evil realm blocks its creations from leaving. But it seems she is quite rude, neither bowing nor greeting us. " replied Paimon with a smile filled with interest.

Paimon was a poor ripoff of the Original Bael and was a poor excuse for a king known for actively dick-riding Lucifer. It was said that his legion was responsible for spreading lucifer's satanic name. Paimon had long purple hair that ran to his back with long horns that sprung from his eyes. His onyx skin was painted with a silver marking as he gripped his chin.

"Greet?" I spat, with disgust, "You, a mere low-rank being, have the audacity to say such words. Asmodeus is merely a second-generation king from this dimension. While my power is small as of right now, do you truly believe I need to greet you? Your arrogance is quite high. Tell me, as an avid believer in lucifer, what would you think he would say. Even he would know to show respect."

"Blasphemy, Kneel!!!!" Paimon roared as hundreds fell to their knees, gushing blood. I, however, did not even quiver as the abyss suddenly descended, directly protecting me from his wrath.

"We are in hell, a realm that uses the abyss directly as fuel. Do you truly think I fear you here?" I coldly ask as time froze. The longer I used my abyssal energy, the deeper my knowledge regarding it I gained. The Nine Hells is only the third oldest thing in creation, followed by heaven and Earth. And it uses the abyss as a direct source. Something father directly did.

"Asmodeus, as of this moment, has more control over it than I, but it's only a matter of time before I hold total control over the Nines." I curtly said, turning to the younger generation. With a gaze filled with disdain, I snorted. Feeling Paimon clenching his teeth, but Asmodious gaze slowly turned cold as he merely eyed the king. It was all but clear that should Paimon attack. He would meet a quick end.

"Lilith," said Beleth with a cold expression. A hint of blood lust radiating from his body as he flashed, arriving beside me in an instant. However, my gaze never left the fearful young demons and devils.

This was what needed to happen. I needed followers, and I needed to make a name for myself. Outside the nines, I am quite defenseless but here was different. Knowing Father was watching over me, I saw Beleth freeze as cold sweat drenched his body.

A massive amount of killing intent filled the void as I felt the very heavens shutter. Be it a demon, devil, various tortured souls of hell, all nine realms of hell froze as the ungodly Will of The Nines filled the atmosphere, enhancing my own authority as I spoke with indifference. "Vanish from my sight."

WOOOOSH!!!

"D...did...did...did she just banish his majesty."

"Imp... Impossible. Duke Zepar, what did she...what did she do?"

Hundreds of voices sounded as no one spoke. Even Asmodeus grew astonished, lowering his gaze as he pondered over something. Paimon, however, was fuming, muttering something relating that only lucifer should hold such power.

Returning my gaze back to the foolish insects before me, I continued, as they grew quite silent at my stare, "The reason I am here is simple. I am creating an army, one to destroy the Court of Nox and the other to rule over the Horsman Gates. It goes without saying that entering the abyss without being a king is suicide but what if that isn't true. The abyss holds many secrets, but the Gates tells more than it lets on. Asmodeus can personally tell you the many treasures what was lost within the abyss. The power it holds and the dangers. "

Glancing at Asmodious, I saw him nod with a heartwarming smile. Returning my gaze, abyssal qi began to distort the space around me as my body began to fade. "I shall return, but The Hells shall be going through a change. The Court of Nox will fade with my rise, and The War of Demons and Devils shall return. "No more shall your kind remain within the Nines; it's time for you all to rise. Be it the heavens or man. All shall tremble before us. All shall kneel. I shall wait for your answer during the Fall of Midgard."