Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Devastation swallowed the realm and skies, leaving only Uriel's furious screams as his wings grew arched with almighty flames, his expression contorted as the mist of divinity cleared. Still, by then, I'd already charged like a bat out of Hell toward the Chaos Dew.

I'd learned many things fighting within the Infringement of Time. Learned many things from the young version of Zariel. And while he wasn't as great a fighter as this king… ok, maybe he was… a little better than me. But the Power Zariel held was based on Authority. All his actions… demanded results. If he wanted speed, he'd not just move. He'd command the realm to move with him. If he wanted me dead, I felt an oppressive concept of death on the end of his blade. Honestly, that single command almost killed me a few times.

Each of his blows seemed to carry strength inconceivable for an Elder God. It had far surpassed that. And it's what allowed me to stay alive this long.

Authority exists within all life, be it sentient or not. All beings possess Authority. You might even go as far as calling Autority Freedom in its truest sense. To wield a power that goes beyond your measure, you must command it.

Lilith and Tenebrae are the perfect examples. Both are Avatars of sentient beings that chose to take on a corporeal form. Their level of power is not even close to how powerful their true bodies are. And then there is Hellmaster… an Avatar, yet his power outshines even the strongest of Angel and Fallen. Standing supreme upon a mountain.

When I had heard Lord Hellmaster was the strongest, I wondered why Tenebrae or any other concept like Hellmaster wasn't. Sure, he was the manifestation of Hell, a place that existed before heaven and the darkness, or so I've been told. But why… was he the strongest.

Authority.

The reason… those Infringement Techniques, who've long since gained sentience holding a terrifying amount of power, are so subservient is because of their level of Authority, that's smaller than an insect.

At this very moment, I am on the precipice of becoming an Immortal God according to the imperial standard of the Myriad Heavens: Ever since Tenebrae gave me her Weave. My cultivation has been spiraling upwards, and it was feeding my comprehension. It was what was allowing me to grow.

Long ago, Mephisto had said Intent was one of the Myriad Heaven's most supreme power, failing to note the others: One being Authority. They were two sides of a coin in a way. But the concept of Authority was still… to ethereal for me to fully grasp.

But what I do know is… is that my level of Authority outshines even some high-ranking Fallen and Seraphim. This chapter is updated by nov????l(f)ire

I was Tenbraes lover, Abyss-Chans Chosen, Zariels brother, and Lord of Hell. I hold many titles. And each of them comes with a level of Authority. It's how I'm able to bully people like Demon King Belius without him fighting back. ????????????????e????????. ????o????

My level of Authority was terrifying, but I was sure it didn't come close to people like Moloch or Mephisto… those two have their fangs in almost everything conceivable. And have cultivated both their material power and spiritual in a way I can't conceive of yet. But I could feel it…

"ARSENE!!!!" Uriel howled, bellowing to the highest heaven as his divinity sprouted out of creation: His rage thundering like a great unmatched tempest of seraphic might.

I smiled and spoke with Authority in my voice. "Lily, I know you're there! Awake! An grant me the power of the Abyssal Fragment," I said, recalling the shard that allowed me to create the Hive Mind.

'HEHE!!!! So you sensed this queen! This heavenly bitch!" She crackled evilly with laughter, so deranged I felt sorry for my Iza. "I'm glad you can use Authority better. I was waiting for that!"

'…'

Unsure how to even feel about this crazy system, I sighed but said nothing as I felt Pride quiver. Stirred by a great omnipotent force that flailed about infringing on various concepts. I smiled as I whirled to my rear at the furious expression of Uriel, Zantar, and Balor.

I grinned as Abyssal Ifrit emerged like a ghoulish demon, cleaving his claw down so hard, I felt infringement beginning, but luckily it wasn't aimed at this king but rather the Arch-Angel. Around the abyssal primordial, shrowding his flame, a surge of magical wind granted by Sylph surged, enriching his power.

"Not yet…" I teased, snapping as Uriel swapped places with Balor. The one motherfucker who needed to die in a single hit.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO~" He howled as the claws of the Abyssal Primordial detonated.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM~

"Die! Fucker!!!!" I cried, rushing into to the horrifying explosion that shredded my clothing and body to the very bones, but all I could do was grin as Pride flared with my Aybssal Sin, powered by a shard of Abyss-chan.

A horizontal arc of spear intent flashed over the horizon, severing all of Iluthath in half in a single stroke. As my laughter infringed on the laws themselves, the Abyssal Primodials was torn in half, its body burning to nothingness as pools of darkness sprang over his headless body devouring everything that made him a primordial. Darkness ate at him, leaving nothing in but an instant.

"I win… I always win!" I thundered, crackling as the power of the Abyss Sins attempted to real out of my control. Like a hungry beast, a horrifying omnipotent aura gathered around my spear, cracking the dead laws around me, twisting what was already dead to disfigurement.

"HAIL THE ABYSSAL KING!"

"HAIL THE ABYSSAL KING!"

"HAIL THE ABYSSAL KING!"

"HAIL THE ABYSSAL KING!"

Hearing my demons and devils roar in praise of this king, delightful energy sunk deep into my soul, empowering this lord's cultivation.

I crackled, howling in laughter as the omnipotent energy grew wild and insurmountable to such a great degree I felt the Spacial Isolation Barriror, Zariel, and the Pale Lord created crack.

"Thats… That's not possible." Uriel said, a notable quiver in the back of his throat.

"I'm a fucking Snow. We deal with the impossible." I snarled at him, and my gaze glared at the throbbing dew.

"My disciple is growing!" Mephisto crackled, gripping the neck of the Abyssal Version of Undine. With a devilish smile on his sublime features, he smirked. "And it seems you've discovered the true power of Authority."

"The Abyssal Sins…." Lucifer muttered, his arms folding as the torn body of Gnome flooded about lifelessly in the confines of space. A faint smile on his lips. "Pride and Wrath, eh? I wonder… How might I steal from the Abyss and attain that power."

"My… It will seem your arrogance holds no bounds, God of Rebellion. I'd hold back that greed if I were you." Vita… no Izavith, said, a dangerous glow in her lifeless eyes.

"Was merely a—"

"Why don't you just die for me." Izavith coldly said as the very same omnipotent hue flashed beyond the Myriad Heavens, beyond the Void that contained the Teleth's power, and more. In a single sword stroke, the flash of the Monilith of End towered over her back, and a sea of blood welcomed my sight.