Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Excusing myself from Valice's office, a smile couldn't help but linger over my lips. If the Ilthad had managed to bring Aether to its knees and lose, Zena was sure to have a massive battle within that Planer Realm that must have led to mass genocide.

Aether's King had lost his control, lost his kingdom if only for a brief time, never the less it had happened. I need to watch out. I fell into Yorens trap quite a few times.

Tracing my fingers over the gunshot wound that had long healed, I smiled," I'm going to have to be more careful. One wrong move, and I could die. God, I hate guns. Such inelegant little things." I whispered to myself, leaving the central manner before soaring into the skies.

I reached into myself, into the ebbing flow of Intent, coiling unendingly through Heaven and Hell, slithering over my flesh as though it were a serpent of sorts, it bore its fangs sinking into my flesh, and my eyes snapped open.

"There you are."

Opening my hand, the tattered Mask of the Order of Chaos materialized into creation and dawned on my face, crowning me, III. A glow of scarlet traced over the edge of my eyes as I smiled.

The mask wasn't necessary, but it hid my appearance, and I couldn't have people recognize me as Arsene or ILLB. If the Court of Nox truly thinks this can stop the ethereal darkness, then their fools.

I'm going to bathe this entire city red.

The divinity of Sin swelled over my body forming thunder clouds that crackled with the scarlet lightning of the abyss. I called upon the Attunement of the Abyss. And without care or remorse, the cruel echos of my snapped resounded like the crackles of a wild dragon.

"If the Court of Nox wishes for war, I Arsene am no longer weak like before. I welcome the challenge. There is no need to scheme when I hold the power that closely rivals an apex god." I howled, my voice drowned by the arc of lightning the size of a mountain dripping a corrupted evil of the seven sins; they fell to the city of Lurrian.

Scarlet arcs filled heaven and earth, carrying the explosions of the apocalypses. I Snapped yet again, and with the power of the Abyssal Flames, harboring the Dark element, an onslaught of death and decay painted the city.

I targeted those who held a negative intent towards me, but the true aim of this was not to kill them but those in this city, to feed Noctem.

Cries of untold anguish resounded, one after another, as images of the Court of Nox, one after the other, began to be withered to nothing or seared beyond recognition by the arcs of lightning. Hundreds, thousands, and millions of lives continued to fill me as I looked down without care, allowing my Spear of Darkness to devour to its heart's content.

'There will be no winding back the clock, no seconds thoughts, no mercy. Yornen, you and the Court of Nox will suffer. And if that means angering Zantar, Balor, and Raziel even more, well, what is the worse that can happen?

Bellowing in a slew of crazed laughter, as millions of starry flames silvery in color soared into my spear, the Abyssal Flames around Noctem began to grow even brighter till it began to tremble in delight.

Millions after millions perished before runes filled the skies, and yet, my eyes only grew with an almighty essence as the arcs of lighting passed through the barriers generated by the city of Lurrian.

Paling as divinity left my body at a frightening rate, I stopped and looked at the ruined city below, covered in flames and ash; delight brightened my day as my booming voice thundered far and wide in the city.

"Court of Nox, Zantar, Balor, Raziel, enjoy my gift to you. Since you have no bottom line, I, too, shall drop mine. Allow me to show you the consequence of challenging me; so gather your forces, storm the foot of Iliah, and know I shall be waiting. The end is near."

The Intent of anger emanating across the city flared, especially from the Palace where all the Lords of the Twelve Realms reside. I flashed them a smile I knew they would not be able to see but sensed and shadowed step appearing without my mask in my room, where Kurt was there to greet me. I frowned.

"What do you want? Surely it's not a lecture on what I just did."

"I don't give a fuck how many people you kill." He coldly said, surprising me a little as Kurt was never this cold. He was disgustingly feely. Not to sound sexist, but he acted at times like a woman who only knew how to bitch. "You said to pick a room."

"Kurt." I started before I kicked him out. "What are your thoughts nearing being a demon?"

A look of derision seemed to spill from his lips as he chuckled. " Demon? Because I don't care for the lives of—"

'No, because you carry a devil's blood within you. " I said back, chiming in before he got ahead of himself. " All of you have it. It's more noticeable in Cleo, but you seem to be coming into yourself. It will explain how you're so suddenly talented."

"Your lying." He said, but I merely shook my head.

" I can feel it pulsing through you. You're a half-devil, maybe a demon. I can't tell yet. If you don't believe me, ask an angel. Maybe their flaming blade of justice will be the indicator you need to believe someone who has no reason to lie to a weakling like you."

The ends of Kurt's lips curled. "And?"

My mind blanked for a second or two. "You don't care?"

"About what? The power granted to me by this blood? Arsene, we Chosen have drank the Blood of the Abyssal Fiends, alongside the Pale King to become Mid Gods." He said, stirring my soul.

Pale King?

"What would you understand of this world? The golden greatsword of Sig was forged with the bones of chaos stones—

"What the hell are you talking about?"

He smiled. "It is not just you who seeks the peak. Toot your horn and sing your song, but know we Chosen are prepared to stand at the peak."