Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Tracing my finger down the nape of Ezra's neck and along her spine, a stir awakened within the little devil. The lashes trembled alongside her tender lips as she lifted her lids under the moonlit night. She stared through narrow lashes as my fingers slowly swayed back and forth, grazing up the spine in a teasing manner.

"You slept for a while. All day you know."

"Sleepy," Said Ezra looking up.

"Hungry, I hope?"

Ezra nudged my chest with her head, yes, and I smiled, running the tips of my finger up the nape of the neck and on the edge of her ears till I cupped her cheek. "Are you trying to be cute?"

The ends of her lips rose, and she nudged my chest like a cat wanting attention, purring as my fingers left her cheek and traced down towards her bare chest.

"Sene," Ezra finally said in a hushed whisper.

"Hmm," came the knowing hum that made her smile.

"They're dead."

My fingers paused for a moment, but I still resumed, ebbing downwards, as she slowly leaned onto her side, allowing me free reign.

"And?" Came my reply. As my fingers slid over something so warm and wet, Ezra's gentle breath grew rough, following a sharp gasp. She shuddered as she laid on her back on top of me. "You've had a cycle to deal with their death. Why tell me?"

Sweat danced along the tips of her milky white skin; still, a little bruised, while blood slid from my pores, staining the comforters. Ezra's soft, muffled moans rang like a lullaby in my ear, pleasing me to no end. Using my other arm, I cupped her breast and circled the tip of her nipple with my fingers.

Ezra hissed sharply in the most pleasurable way as she lay utterly defenseless in my arms.

"I~want~it." She moanfully stammered while my finger played their tune over her garden.

"Go on."

"Fathers' Throne. Mothers Power. I want it. All of it." She said all at once as though it was the hardest thing. I kissed the nape of her neck and shoulders, marking mine."

"You wish to be the new Asmodeus or Levithan?"

"Yes."

"No," I said as her head twisted to me my gaze, but I held her still. Keeping her gaze forward, pressing my fingers down below inside. She moaned while my left hand continued to tease.

"Why?"

"Because their Legacy will fade, as most already are. These Gods are awakening. There regaining their true memories. And will soon ascend through means of Zariel." I casually informed as Lil Arsene became wedged between Ezra's cheeks, trying to push through the lining of my clothing with furious intent.

"Everything my brother did, from the various Legacy that fueled his scheme and changed this heaven, is now fading. He's accomplished his goal, and people like Zeus or Odin will regain their true selves. I felt it long ago, a stir within my bloodline: A cruel darkness stemming from the heart of men wishing to be rebirth, what that entails for those that carry my blood. I don't know. But I don't think there'll ever be another Asmodeus or Levithan, aside from the Originals. But…"

"~But?" She pleaded, biting the tip of her lips, through ragged breaths, drenching my waist.

"But I could grant you power. True power. You'll no longer be a devil, no longer just carry the Linage of Asmodeus or Levithan. You'll be of Shadowfell, touched by the Hells and Abyss. My blood holds the right to exist in both worlds."

"AH~' Said Ezra quivering over my cock. Her hips suddenly began to sway, causing my teeth to clench.

"Tell me, Princess Ezra? What do you want?"

"I~I~I don't~care~what~I~am," she sang, chest heaving up and down. She grabbed at my hand down below, pushing it in deep, bringing a smile to my face, as her moans grew harder and louder, " I don't care! I just… I just want power! A~h gods~."

"Power comes at a price," I replied, moving out from under her as the lingering scent of lilies fluttered through my nose. I held her down to the bed, smiling somewhat evilly. And slipped between her legs and looked up at the heavy look of expectation and pleading. "If you wish to be Queen of the Nines. Lord of everything down there… I need something in return."

"Anything," she assured.

I chuckled, watching her flushed cheeks. I leaned in, granting her gardens a simple kiss that scent such bolts of pleasure racing through her body that she jerked.

"Darling, you've no idea what I want."

'Tell me,' she begged, passing her hands through my hair. She came.

I gave another kiss, sending another tremor dancing along her spine; goosebumps prickled her skin as her hands suddenly held my hair.

"You," I remarked

"Eh?"

I smiled. "that's right, Ezra. I want you. All of you. Just like Freya. I wish for you to be my knight." I coldly added, " On the Eve of Aldrich's death, she will take his place, and you… I want you within the Nines as my knight."

I leaned out from under her legs, rose to her, and held her by the chin. Not as a lover. But cold as a King looking at his subject. "I want you to submit. Queen of the Nines. I want you to be mine. All of you."

"What the fuck! Oh, hell no!"

My arm rose, halting Victoria's words, and I offered my hand, bleeding a rich oasis of darkness. "Be my knight, and you'll have it all."

"And if not?"

"I won't repeat myself," I said, feeling the Throne of Darkness spiraling over my head. "I won't ask again."

A hard look flickered through Ezra's beautiful red eyes as she frowned for the first time, and a cold light only a devil held wiped away the flushed cheeks, pulling her into what she truly was… Devils don't love. They are monsters, unfeely beast who only knows lust and power. They scheme, whether unconsciously or not. It's who they are… and who I am.

Asmodeus and Levithan are dead. There is no one to protect his only daughter. Only me.

The only love I share is for my family: My true family that was carried deep in my soul from my past life. The rest is just an act. A means to an end that should have ended long ago.

A look of realization seemed to strike Ezra's cold eyes and faded into oblivion. "I… I submit… I will be yours… Master."

"Good. Very Good, my lovely Ezra. Very good indeed."