Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

A/N: Dark Chapter!

Clenching my teeth, the blood of night endlessly dripped over my face staining my flesh as I leisurely walked towards the Gate of Aze, bathing in flames.

It was hot, searing hot, but the flames did not burn, nor did it hurt. It was weeping, mourning, for its loss, for my loss.

Pressing my palm upon the Gate that remained shut, my hands fell upon my throat stained by the Darkness. Stabbing my finger into my flesh, I clawed at my throat, tearing flesh away like it was paper.

I was thirsty.

"M'lord, what is your command," The Lich said, his name already forgotten, but he looked familiar. He smelled of the hells; he smelled of my blood.

"I will take control of the Army," Said Anya coldly, appearing by my side.

I turned back to the Gate, pushing it open with one arm. My gaze passed through the army of Elves, Humans, Giants, Goblins, Centaurs, and various other entities.

I was thirsty— Yes, just for today, just for this month, this year. I will feast, I will feast for you. It doesn't matter who it is. Family, friends, lovers, all of them will die, for this year I will weep. I will cry and slaughter till the ashes are turned to nothing and the stars and moon become stain scarlet.

Sides did not matter, not this time, not this year. Growling towards the fool, I did not charge. Not yet; the gods will be handled by mine. The rest are mine. All mine!

Lowing my hands stained with my blackened blood, I smiled only for today. My teeth were stained black by my blood, but not for long.

Moving closer towards the army in front of me, a giggle escaped from my lips. I did not know when but that small giggle turned to laughter and then hysterical laughter. Unable to help myself, all of my power flowed into my legs as I appeared at the front lines.

Rushing like a crazed bull, my arm tore through the skull of some human holding a spear. He was warm, and his blood was sweet, as was the brain matter upon his arms.

Licking my palms, the laughter continued on as my body blitzed, tearing through hundreds in a matter of seconds, stuffing their raw and bloody body parts into my mouth in the hope of halting the torment emanating from my throat.

Gorging upon the bones and meat, my gaze fell upon a magnificent elf. She was gorgeously thick, and her blood smelt of power. She was a high elf.

Sensing my intense stare, she turned to me, horrified. My body was stained in blood, and she untouched, seemingly by all things.

"Lord Arsene, you must stay with us!" Someone yelled from behind me, "You are too far out. We cannot protect you if you—"

Shadow stepping across the battlefield towards the elven warrior, I clenched my fist, arriving in front of her to her shock.

Shooting my arm towards her face, her blade flickered to my neck. However, I was prepared. Shadow stepping before the elven warrior could understand, she exploded out with a mighty natural force in hopes of protecting herself.

Nevertheless, that did no good as my body appeared to her side, my arms stabbing into her chest before she could get a glimpse of the sinful abomination I had become.

The battlefield was noisy, dirty, and covered in debris that stained one's eyes. It was chaotic and vicious, but I was sure many could hear the cry of this elvan woman as my Darkness shattered her very bones in an instant.

She was alive; she needed to be alive. She needed to warm.

Pulling her into my arms, I went for the neck, creating a small gash into her neck with my fangs. I did not want her flesh but rather the single organ held within many.

"Tava!" Someone screamed as I leaped into the avoiding the thousands of spells. Sneering in disgust at the food not behaving, thousands of circles covered the heavens.

"Solfataric Lightning Chain," I chanted as echoes of lighting and thunder flickered across the battlefield endlessly. this was one of the seven Circles I created on my own. It was nothing special, but its power did the trick.

"Stop," the female elf begged, but her words only further enticed my laughter." Pl... please stop."

Placing my finger upon the small incision on her neck, she screamed, begged, and squirmed like a worm in my arms. Yet that did not stop as I watched a small red vain begin to wiggle its way from her neck.

Slowly, and painfully the elf begged, kicking and screaming with what little power she had as I continued to cast spells, defending myself against those who foolishly charged towards their death. While the bloody veins within her body were forced out. They were long, holding a greenish-blue pigment that sparkled with a rich energy.

It had taken a lot longer than I had thought, but her blood vessels were entirely out. Licking my lips, I began to sever them with my fingers. Not too long, but not too short. Making what I think should be called Scarlet Spaghetti. They were surprisingly a little spicy, making me believe the little elf had quite a firey side. I wonder what her name was? Maybe I could name this dish after her. I am sure she would be honored.

Turning to her lifeless body still within my arms, I dropped it from the heavens digging into my new dish. Slurping it down, the thirst within my throat began to be quelled, but it would return.

Opening my palm, a shadow flame spear appeared as two flaming wings black as my soul spread out as I laughed.

"What manner of beast are you!"

"Beast? I am a fucking demon dis night!" I screamed, shooting through the battlefield, hunting, and killing till rivers and lakes began to form.

My arms, legs, head, chest, and arms were slowly being injured, I was no god, but they would heal. The more I killed. It did not matter if someone got lucky and severed my arm; I would reconnect with the laws of blood.

It did not matter if my eyes were gored out; the Darkness was my eyes. And this battlefield would be my domain.

I did not need to train, for the battlefield would be my training ground. I did not need to sleep, for the souls within me were giving me power; I did not need anything aside from blood to quench my throat that would always remain dry, tearing at my mind.

Days passed as I remained upon the battlefield, many had tried to recall me, but all ended up within the depths of my stomach and their souls forever within a cycle of torment. On this battlefield, there were no sides.

I did not come here due to a plan, nor did I come here to help myself. I came to cry, to mourn, and hope. For when I awake from this period, blood far more than what I thought possible will fall. Sitri bloodline, his king, his legacy will perish.

Fuck Aldrich, fuck Soloman, Fuck Everyone else. They are not my enemies, not now. They can plan, scheme, but Sitri, I am coming, and so to will be The Darkness.