Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

"I see, so the war has progressed that much," I whispered, understanding what was coming my way once I turned my back on the Devils. But it was necessary. I can't be their allies anymore; the Demonic Mother has too much control over them. If Mephisto's manipulation has made her crazy over finding out more about God's mistakes, then I expect there is no line she won't cross.

Lilith nudged my arm under Asmo's watchful eye.

"Got something to say?"

"I'm sure he does; he's been missing for over half a Cycle after all," Levi remarked, her azure eyes gleaming a brilliant light that wanted to suck me in.

"I've thought about it, and I'd like to disband this little alliance we have," I said, seeing no change in Levi or Asmo's expression. Almost like they saw this coming, they nodded.

"I see; I told you he didn't want to swing with us," Amso remarked, almost causing me to choke.

As if I would swing with another man.

Lilith laughed, " Please! like your ego could take it."

"And your's can? I've seen you plotting a way to kill Frey—"

Blocking out the sound of Asmodeus's voice. Unease trickled its way down my spine as I whipped my head off into the distance. Starring dead at Freya, I listened in on everything she said, beginning to frown the more I heard.

My skin began to crawl at her words about Odin. It was not every day I'd get to hear her speak of her time with him. Even so, I'd always thought those painful memories were suppressed after becoming a Shadowfell.

"Your words carry power, Sene. You could make a person kill themselves just by asking." Lilith said to me, noticing what I was doing. "Odin was a monster. One that, honestly, I can't even imagine punishing. And the funny thing is, the demons that surround us are worse."

I glanced around, finding myself lost. I don't really have empathy for those that suffer at the hands of others unless they somehow relate to me. I can't imagine caring, but I must say, I need my Shadowfell to be better. I need them to have pride despite everything else. Of all things to do, to get your dick wet over such a desperate—

How does forcing yourself onto another constitute joy? There is no hunt, no taste for adventure, only a one-sided—

"Gods, I'm a hypocrite."

"Eh?"

"Nothing," I weakly voiced, thinking of myself.

Moving with the darkness, the moment I felt Freya's Divinity surge, my fingers tapped against her skull, sealing her essence from detonating.

"Master!" Freya fearfully said, trembling. She kowtowed to me, unable to lift her head to meet my gaze.

I genuinely did go too far. Have I become soft? Or am I nice because we have a particular relationship with one another?

"Knight," I directed downwards, "Lift your head."

Freya shook her head, and I smiled, lifting her off her feet with the power of darkness, "There. Come to the party, and enjoy yourself."

"But Yu—"

"Is dead and irrelevant. While I might be disappointed in your failure, I will not torment you over it. You did that yourself," I said, almost proud at the punishment I dealt to her.

It wasn't every day you could break a proud woman like Freya. Then again, was I the one to break her, or was it her past trauma?

The Dao of Devils Heart sure is scary.

"Avar, why don't you help her get clean," I asked, noticing her pale cheeks and sweaty brow. I'd be a fool not to see the guilt in her eyes, the tremor between her lips, and the look of pity mixed with self-loathing.

Interesting. Now, what could cause that?

Avar didn't even nod before she vanished with Freya, and I was left alone until Lilith's voice echoed in my heart.

"What are you going to do now?" she asked, her sweet voice filled with amusement.

"Nothing I can do," I replied, glancing up at the moon that hung clear in the skies. " But." I paused, sliding my gaze to meet with Amythest, " Your hiding something, and I think Avar knows."

"You mean the fact that she's now your brother's disciple?"

"THE FUCK!!!!"

"Oh, you didn't know? Guess that was a secret." Lilith's eyes narrowed, "Times are changing, and I think it's time the Abyssal Sin makes his debut. Send out the Order Sene. I'd like to see every organization that stands against you fall to its knees. I'd like to see my man create an Era of Darkness."

"That was always the plan. The Shadowfell line has already infiltrated every major greater organization. While we are small in numbers, it's time we begin a slaughter. Care to team up?"

"I'll pass; I just hope you don't push it. You only have one Paragon on your side."

"You mean a Paragon that is going to be a Shadowfell? But I'm glad you called Seraphina here. Once I get her bloodline, it will finally be time I begin my quest. " I remarked, feeling a fire in my heart that was never there. "I'll be breaking through to Empyrean in a few days." It's only been a few hours since I awoke, but I can feel the divinity in me swelling from those who worship me. The People of Noctem are finally granting me their all.

"Is that ambition I see? A dominance that was never there?" Lilith questioned, drawing close, "Good. Because you're going to need it, I'm not holding my punches. After tonight, I'll be in Iliya with my army of aberrations and Abyssal Fiends.

"Why after tonight?" I slowly ask, taking a step closer.

"Because tonight you are mine."

"What about Zan!!!!!" The Familiar devil asked, appearing like a little succubus with two sensual wings on her back and a tail coiled around her body.

Lilith chuckled, holding onto her stomach, "well, since I can't last as long as I normally would, I don't mind sharing just for tonight." She softly said, beckoning for Zanris to come closer with her fingers.

Tracing her fingers down Zanris's sweet caramel cheeks, Zan slipped her lips to her finger, licking the tip in a slow, agonizing portrayal as she stared me dead in the eye.

"Think you can handle us both? Or should I invite Ezra?"