Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Sitting in the lotus position, I waited an entire week for my injuries to heal from my wounds. During this time, I began comprehending more about the darkness and my hellfire. Nothing much was gain, but my power was slowly rising at an impeccable rate.

"Will of the Nines, I wish to fuse the Blood of a High Elf into my bloodline without destroying any of its heritage. What is thy offer?"

"I do not need you to do the fusion, but rather keep me alive throughout the process. I wish for you to supply my soul with an endless stream of Soulforce. What is the cost of that!" I coldly asked, feeling something was off.

It was not something dangerous, but if the soul is the root of us demons and devils. Why is it that we cannot add to our bodies? Even Bael seemed rather disturbed by the concept, claiming our blood was one of the greatest. While that may be true, nothing is ever truly the strongest. There will always be someone stronger, and I tend to be that person. I intend to have all the strongest parts of every bloodline.

"You can take the five million souls, and I will give you three percent of souls I kill for the next six months." I coldly said. I was not willing to give up anything regarding part of my soul. The nines only wished for two things. Power and a part of you. It was a place of torture, after all, and I was not willing to be its victim.

<Accepted>

Releasing a smile, I took out the vial of blood I took from Silvia. Licking my lips, I took a deep breath as my mind flashed back to when I asked bael for a technique that would allow me to fuse my bloodline with any other blood.

Sensing a deep chill within my core, I ignored my instinct screaming for me to stop. There was life and death, and the worse that would happen was death.

<BLOODLINE SYNTHESIS>

Watching as the veil of blood suddenly began to hover into the air, I activated my Soulforce to its highest degree, watching as an ancient marking began to consume my body.

Shooting the vial of crimson into my heart, blood gushed from my mouth as my eyes slowly began to lose their focus. Slowly Darkness began to take root, yet; my will had never waver as my injuries began to heal due to the power of my Soulforce.

Nevertheless, as I could feel my body beginning to heat up, I sensed my skin begins to turn crimson before slowly beginning to sizzle. Boils began to rise and burst, causing me to clench my teeth in Pain I had never felt before stormed my brain.

Roaring out, my body began to distort as bones began to crack, turning into a liquid as I felt my entire body flap to the ground.

Using my Soulforce to protect my brain and heart. These two were the main weakness of every man with a human body. This was especially true for Soulbenders. Since our bodies were fused with our souls, killing us would be in a way permanent. Both our ego and will would vanish, leaving nothing more than a soul core.

However, my torture was only the beginning as my very blood began to turn black, destroying my nervous system and organs. Screaming in anguish, tears began to flow from my flabby flesh as I tried to contain my anguish.

Days began to pass, yet my wails never died. My eyes had all but melted along with my heart forcing me to create an artificial heart with my darkness. After a week, my heart had grown back, but I had lost all of my senses.

This may have been the hardest form of torture I had ever experience. While darkness was my mother, not being able to feel, smell, taste, see or hear, I was slowly turning madder in my craziness.

There was no solace. No breaks as even after two weeks, my torture had not ended. I had wished to give up, but I knew Lilith would follow me to death had I died.

And so, like this, my days continued to pass as I screamed, wishing for death. Yet my will had never broken. It was not long before an entire month of pure darkness or 2,628,288 seconds passed before I had regained what I had lost.

Nevertheless, something far worse began to occur. My brain itself began to break down. Taking a deep breath of air, I clenched my teeth.

"I am a soul entity... My will must take over. Fuck I hope I live...Lilith, Forgive me!"

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"Father, why must we take in such a gigolo? Should we not be trying to find this Arsene Snow?" A voice resounded.

"Enough, Sigurda," Another uttered with malice as I felt rays of light enter my gaze. " What would you have us do? I was only able to save you along with a few core members of my Sect. Pray to the Allfather we are even alive. Forget about revenge and focus on those around you!"

Groaning, I slowly opened my eyes as more light-filled my sights. Confused, I quickly covered my mouth as a thick slimy vomit rushed out of my throat. Filled with black blood and other fluids, I threw it all up, gasping for air as I looked around.

However, fate had another destiny for me as more vomit continued to flow from my body. Releasing a few tears, I covered my nose feeling disgusted with myself.

"I-I-I am alive?" I whispered as I touched my body.

Feeling the softness of my skin, I felt a comfort and connection with the world around me like never before. Demons and Devils were not meant to have a connection to creation. However, we were meant to stay within the nines as I stared out at the sun above.

Tears began to fall as everything looked completely different. The Light, the Earth, The wind, and especially the Darkness. All of the Dao's I had comprehended seem different than before.

"Young man, your up!" A deep-voiced called as I saw a young man around his thirties called out. He had long golden hair with captivating azure eyes. A long ax was visible upon his back as he approached me with a warm smile. "Tell me, boy, what is your name?"

Opening my mouth, I touched my face, feeling a little confused at the world around me and myself.

"I-I-I am Abaddon"