Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 1177 Metatron II

An angel… trying to play the game with a Snow. How entertaining.

"Allow me to finish; this is where it gets good." I pointed out, analyzing every gesture and microexpression alongside those silvery gold eyes that seemed could do no wrong. "You see, the day my wife was attacked. A lover of mine, the Mother of my firstborn, was attacked. Almost cut down. Luckily I summoned a few Blood Reavers to dispatch these assassins."

Metatron's brows shrunk. "You summoned them? I'm sure that must have cost you. Blood Reavers aren't cheap."

"Why would it?" I said questioningly. "I'm, after all, the Sovereign of Irkalla. They were my men. Oh?" My bloody smile deepened. "You didn't know. I thought you would. The day these unknown assassins attacked, I had just completed a contract with the other Sovereign Lords. I must say I am quite proud of myself. That is quite an achievement."

"How cruel of me! Honey! I never did congratulate you." Lilith yelped.

Cracks began to twist Metatron's impartial expression.

"Don't worry. You'll be punished later. But allow me to complete my story. You see, Metatron. Everyone missed it. They missed the weakest link. I am sure some were watching Tiamat and me. But not even they understood what had happened. They probably thought I sacrificed something unimaginable to get the help of a few Blood Reavers. I'd have thought the same, but… I am a Snow. Few seem to factor such a trivial thing into the equation. We always win; when we don't… we still win."

I pause, letting the cold icy winds billow through this elegant cafe, my smile beginning to show signs of it waning. "Furious about what happened. I took hold of the five Soul Flames my Blood Reavers claimed and began to refine them. A gift from Abyss herself. And do you know what I found? An Angel draped in a mask. Mysterious, eh?"

"So you take it out on us!" He grimly said, still calm as the ocean. "One angel that could have been a Fallen! Have you considered that?"

"I have… but until then. I'm… or should I say we, will keep attacking the Angels until that bastard shows himself."

"You're sick." He grimaced.

"It's how you play the Game, Metatron." I coldly spat, sneering without regard. "No fallen is safe. No Angel is safe. Do you think you're the only one I'm going to fuck over? I'm going to cripple your kind, and I'm going to cripple the hells till the bastard who attacked my wife is purged from existence."

'And in that regard. The Abyss will support. The Sovereign of the Second Layer of Hell, Lord Arsene Snow. Your kind should have thought this through, Metatron. Arsene is the Tether between Abyss and Myriad. He controls who stays and who goes; If you can't control your people. There will be a never-ending war. The Abyss has the Resources. But you… your people are split. Fallen, Angel, Teleth, Devil, Demon… your people are fractured. We're about to rape your kin so far into the ground that there'll be nothing left of your Pantheon but a longing sensation of pity."

A cold flash flickered through Metatron, but he made no motions. At least none that I see. Nevertheless, I wasn't frightened. If there is one thing I could count on, it was the Abyssal Fiend's absolute fealty to the Abyss, to Lilith.

"Not to mention…" I began, looking up as my gaze evilly slid to the Scribe of Heaven. "Since the Gates of Arcadia will soon be opened by yours truly. I wonder if you can find an ally on the Fallen side or even those that somehow managed to rival powerful races like the Seraphim. It makes me wonder… If Greed consumes everyone. What do you have, Metatron?"

"You think you've won." He asked, far colder than before. "Boy… we could destroy Hell if we so pleased. It was merely the will of Father we didn't."

"Such brazen words." Lilith ridiculed, curling her lips up. "Honestly. Do you think we believe what you have to say? Lord Hellmaster… his power is so far beyond your comprehension that you who've never seen the other side can't even begin to grasp it. Your kind is already terrified by the Teleth's curse. Now you must fight a war! Fuck Off! You are but a cripple, trying to walk."

"It might be he believes his shit," I added. "Metatron. Heaven is not the only Great Power. Nor is Hell. The Abyss exists. As does Arcadia. We are untouchable until—"

"The birth of the Twins?" Metatron coldly stated, his piercing silvery gold eyes burrowing through my soul. " I know all about their future actions in this timeline. And if you still wish for this war. Then you can have it: I'm killing them. I'm killing you. I'm killing Zariel. I'm killing Zhu. And I'm killing her." he said, pointing directly at Lilith.

My heart chilled, and my eyes closed, but as they opened. A decision I'd long come to awoke within me. "Age never mattered to the Heavens," I told him, not as a statement, but a fact. That is why there is war. That is why there is sin. That is why horrid things happen. The Heavens don't care. Not because they can't but because they mustn't. Whatever happens, is not Heaven's fault but the consequences of man.

"My children will have my enemies. And I have quite a few. As did my Mother, my brother, and my sister. You are nothing special when compared to Belphigor trying to kill me. Or Abbadon eyeing my daughter. Or Mephisto holding the world in the palm of his hand. All you are is another Lord thinking he can defeat me. They failed with Zariel, they failed with me, and they are going to fail with my children." I spat, rising from my chair. "So come after us. Come after us, Snows. But I hope you know the consequences of what you will face. We Snow's will do anything for family. You should know that. We're leaving, Lilith. Let's go."

Storming away with Lilith in my arm, I felt a killing intent, baptizing the core of my being.

"Sene?" Lilith called, sounding a little funny. "Let's get a hotel… I can't wait. You are too hot!" She moaned, utterly red, as she looked up at me. "That was so… Manly. Let's see if I can get more pregnant."