Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 513: Yael - Halls Attornment

"Brother!" I shouted, sensing Yeshimiels presence flash for a brief moment from the direction of the Bed of Chaos. "Your alive?"

Staggering to my feet, my blood splashed from my stomach onto the ground bathing the floor with my angelic nature. Paling at the heavy drain, I leaned onto the wall within the Dome of Atonement.

Pulling the everpresent divinity of the Seven heavens in to mend my injuries, I staggered ahead towards the center of the Dome of Atonement. Ignoring the worried gazes of my fellow brothers, and sisters a large pool of divine law appeared in my sight.

"Why are you torturing yourself, Yael? Your injuries are a bit serious. Go back and rest." Engel, Elder of the Hall of Atonement, uttered, appearing a little too fascinated with what lay within the pool of Dinive law, known by our kind as the Mirror of Atonement.

Casting my gaze over the Mirror of Atonement, meant to see all the sins within the twelve Planes, my gaze grew wide as it locked onto a spear of pure darkness. Reading the name that shook my heart, a burning hatred grew within my heart, "Arsene Snow."

"Brother," I weakly muttered, understanding what had happened. "He has him; he took our brother's soul."

"You can see it as well, can't you, Yael." My brother uttered faintly; the heartbreak was all but clear as we stared at the inscriptions tracing over the spear.

"Abyssal, Noctem, and Hell."I muttered, feeling the sadness within my heart breaking into fear. "He had help. A lot of help to do this."

Placing his hands upon my shoulder, a calming aura passed through my soul, cooling the sin of wrath, trying to burst from its cage. "This is my Hall, Yael. To mend your injuries, one must atone. Wipe this sin that is plaguing you away."

"Show me what he is doing?" I faintly asked. Ready to see the worse.

Waving his hands over the Mirror of Atonement, a ripple passed through the image, revealing an azure liquid that startled me. "What are you doing? Show me, Arsene Snow."

"It is my responsibility to stop Fallens from being born. "Engel warned solemnly. Grim to the bone, he eyed me sternly, "It was my idea that all injured angels from now on come to me to atone for any sinful behavior they might have to face. You being an archangel, you must also follow."

"Engel, that was our brother's aura, his divinity. Arsene has his soul locked in what appeared to be a replica hell." I pleaded, unable to help my heart form shaking with pain, "We must--"

"You must atone!" He roared, blasting me away from the Mirror of Atonement. "Forgive me, brother, but this is for your own good."

"You are right, Engel. But I am afraid we need, Yael." Said Sera, my dear sister. Hovering over me with her six wings flared out, burning with God's heavenly might, I found a smile.

"I will not allow him to leave heaven," Engel fearlessly warned despite not being an archangel; he stood his ground with his grim appearance. "Even if it means challenging you."

"Engel, I assure you he will not leave the Heavens." Sera promised with a sweet smile, "It's a sin to lie, you know."

Snorting, Engel turned to me and glared, "You need rest, and it's only here in the Hall of Attornment shall you find it. Don't make me find you and drag you back."

"Of course," I replied, bowing my head. While Engel was weaker than all of us, Arch-Angels, he had kept hundreds from falling during that blasted war with the Devils.

Lifting me up to my two feet, Sera carried me off my feet, taking me to the skies. Leaving the Halls of Attomenment, I felt a breath of relief. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet. You still have to go back. I will make damn sure I am not the one responsible for if you fall." She claimed with a bit of a petty smile I knew all too well.

"What is that Devil Arsene doing now?" I asked, having been out of the loop for a while.

"You know your injuries only grew because you tried to fight Engel while injured. Was it so hard for you to atone?" She scolded, flicking my head.

"Stop it," I warned, glaring a bit angry at my little sister, acting like she was older.

Skimming through the clouds of Heaven, a divine sensation began to rise within me. "Are we going to see our new Father?"

Sera lowered her head to me, carrying a lovely smile. She nodded, "We all felt Yesh's aura and saw that damn tool that he is using."

Releasing a sigh, I held my waste, littering my blood over Sera. It was not my proudest moment, battling a man from the Plane of Dead, but we had learned something. It was time to abandon the Law of Concordance.

How can we beat a devil or demon if we cannot even defeat a ghost? Father was correct to have us move on; waiting for this law to reform is no longer in our interest. It needs to evolve.

Dragging me around through our land, it was not long before we reached the base of a towering mountain known as The Celestial Peak.

Falling to our knees before this majestic mountain standing firmly, I only had to blink once as we appeared within Father's throne room.

Not daring to gaze upon the Silver Throne, I kept my head low. Even if I were an Arch-Angel, I knew my place before the Father.

"Arsene Snow location has been confirmed. And so is the survival of our brother." Said Father in his deep voice that brought a sense of peace to my wrathful heart.

"Father... Are we the only ones here?" Sera suddenly asked, shocking me for a bit. Taking the time to glance around, I could not help but confirm her suspicion. There was nothing but azure skies and steps leading to the throne.

Hearing the air leave Father's lips, I shuttered, "Yes. The rest are finishing a project I assign them to."

"What is thy wish," We both uttered.

"It hurts my heart to say this, but Arsene Snow is to remain our top priority. My son's tormented soul while tragic. It is Arsene who needs to be taken care of in order to free Yeshimial's soul. So after you recover, Yael. You and Sera are to head to Alos and wipe it out of creation."

"My Lord," we uttered in shock by the ruthless order.

"Arsene cannot live. He is too close to too many high-level devils and demons. Baphomet, of all people, is his master. He cannot continue to grow."

"But my Lord, that would be genocide." Said Sera hesitantly.

"When you battled against Azeroth, how many worlds did you two destroy? This is the price of our power. However, as penance, their souls shall enjoy the comfort of Heaven for all eternity."