Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 1143 Army Of Hell

Formulating other plans with Yornen, we began cutting various members within the Court of Nox before I sent him away. With the current climate, we needed absolute geniuses to join. Not basic bitches who need an insane amount of resources merely to survive.

As it stands right here and now, the Court of Nox was on the verge of collapse when the various heavens began to fuse, and things were worsening by the day. No one was prepared for this level of extinction. No one.

The mortals of Iluthath were dead. There was no arguing about that. Even in Noctem, with Tenebrae's protection. We are still finding planetary extinction within the lower realms. Noctem is struggling, as are the other Twelve Realms, except for the Abyss, Hell, and Heaven.

The devils and demons were all recyclable. They could be forged into anything given the resources. And with everything that's happening. Resources formed by the Hells will be bountiful in the coming days.

I can't say much for the Seven Heavens. They just recently experienced a genocide, along with ex-communication. The higher-ups there are purging.

Looking up at the ceiling of my temporary chamber within the Nine Hells, my gaze lingered on Ezra sprawled over me, her body convulsing with pleasure after a few nights of fun. Sweat ran from her brow as saliva pooled over my chest without end. She slept with a joyous smile. I gently kissed her forehead and pushed her to the side before rising, donning a few garms.

"Time to get to work." Lily sternly said.

"I know. Everything is almost complete." I replied, wondering about Beleths former chamber with narrowed eyes. "All that's left is killing Zantar and helping Avar now."

"Aren't you forgetting someone?"

Surveying the black glaive that hung to the wall carved out in intricate infernal runes, I frowned. " What do you mean? Who?"

"The Progenitor of the Teleth? He's not dead. You know. Balor is alive. And if the Angels are smart, they'll send him after you."

My frown deepened, "Why wouldn't Michael finish him off?"

"To what end? Place a slave seal on him, or force him to sign a contract. And you got an entity that will be gunning for you. And you alone. Balor knows you personally. And at this point, he hates you. He'll do things that the Angels won't do."

"Angels are participating in a Quid Pro Quo." I spat rather disdainfully.

"The damage is already happening. When Angels die, they might become Teleth. Hatred will not solve anything for them." Lily softly said. "You need a plan."

"I've got one," I said, closing my eyes as I felt the eniterty of the Nine Hells at my command. I could feel its rivers raging with absolute power, the wails of the tormented souls, the schemes of the devils, and much more. Images after image flickered through my mind without end filling my soul with such knowledge I felt I knew everything about everyone.

Especially Irkalla, that was to be mine. Within that Hell, I could see through the eyes of the devils and demons. I could live their lives if I so chose and influence them if I pleased. I was a god. A true god that could snap his fingers and kill anyone from King to peasant. As long as they were in Irkalla, I could do anything.

"Zagan." I coldly called as my blood ran cold with the power of the Hells. Frost spilled into my chambers, layering the decor with sheets of silver. He appeared on one knee. His head bowed, and his soul still as a lake.

"You know why you here?"

"Because you cheated." He answered.

No chuckle found its way through my lips as they rose slightly. " Yes. I cheated. But this is life, not some game."

Zagan looked up for the first time, his gaze without guilt or shame, merely filled with acceptance and nodded. "Will you make it quick?"

"You were prepared?" I asked, a little taken aback.

"The moment I came into this position as King. I was prepared for death. I was prepared to suffer for all eternity because for us Devils. No one wins. We only do a little better each time. But in the end, this is our fate. Whether it's in a higher realm or this one: This is the Fate of all Devils."

Noctem congealed from nodes of darkness and appeared within my palm, bleeding an aura of carnage as Zagan gave a weak smile, and bowed his head.

"Make it quick."

"Your no fun." I coldly told him, driving Noctem through his skull. I coldly watched as his eyes popped from his scull, hanging merely by the optic nerves, as the blade of Noctem hung from his jaw.

I took his soul and started the acclimation process. For all the trouble Zagon caused me in this short period. He… was, without a doubt, a paragon. And today. I just acquired all the knowledge and experience he held. Everything he knew, felt, and strived for was now mine.

Station beside the emerald fireplace that flickered back and forth in waves battling each other, waves of pain, suffering, joy, lust, pride, hate, and greed flooded my soul. As if I had lived through hundreds of dao cycles in seconds, I felt a part of me dissipate. The world had become harsher… colder from all I had experienced.

This victory felt bittersweet. Zagon had lost. And this was his end. All he felt right now was mine to carry. It was Incomprehensible the array of sensations a devil carried. Despite being killers, murderers, rapists, and bloody machines, they could still feel everything I did.

"Master?" Ezra whispered as the tips of her breast pressed against my back. Her arms slithered over my waist as she cupped me like a child in their mother's arms. Her hot fiery breath sank through my pores as she spoke. "Fuck me over his corpse. Bathe me in his blood."

I shook my head and turned to her, unable to resist marveling at the rays of demonic light reflected over her irresistible physique. Ezra was, without a doubt, bewitching. From her soothing skin against mine to her glowing red eyes. She was a goddess born from the Hells.

"You are in charge," I told her, caressing her cheek. "Become an Elder God no matter the cost, and prepare me an army. Use all the forbidden weapons we have. All of them."

She looked up, her gaze slowly blazing brighter than a star. Greed spilled through her heart as her breath grew thick, while from in between her legs, I felt an intense heat press against my thigh.

"You have all the power you could ever want," I told her. But I want more. And we are going to take the Twelve Realms. No matter the cost. Ready the soldiers, Ezra."