Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 589 - Baphomet The Mad Mage

Locked in a burst of heavy laughter, I charged towards Sera, gripping Ababadon. Horror was written over her face as a powerful radiant light exploded off her flesh. Releasing a blinding light, Abaddon cleaved away from the light around her as she made a desperate maneuver to block my ax, only to be blasted away off the surface of Alos and into the far reaches of space.

Bellowing in laughter, Abadon continued taking a few lives of a dozen of such angels. Cleaving a few in twain, I ripped a few asunder, relishing in the warm angel's blood raising down my claws, shooting Yael a deadly stare. I smiled as the feathers within my palm began to wither away.

Sacrificing these Angel Wings to the greater heavens, a demonic light swarmed both Heaven and earth, reaching throughout the entirety of the Bed Of Chaos. Twisting away from the light, a sigil of Lilith, Mother of Demons raced through the air, bringing with it the Dao of the First Sin of Man.

Embellishing in the screams that were echoing, the horrid torments of the Hells wailing throughout the Bed of Chaos, a wild force essence darker than the deepest night, touched upon the light, shredding away lifeforce, and devouring the will of gods, I spoke.

"Heavenly Annihilation." I chanted when the Sigil of the Great Mother expanded over the multiverse, stretching out till I felt the laws of the Arbiters take notice. When all of a sudden, It struck to a fine point, one would merely miss.

However, I did not release Mother's spell but rather lifted my palm, as an invisible domain soon consumed the battlefield in a demonic mist that did not obstruct my enemies or allies' eyes. Instead, it ate away at all that had died or was about to die—devouring their lifeforce, their fate, their Dao, their souls, their everything.

The Sigil of Heavenly Annihilation trembled like a ripple in the water. Causing every angel up on the battlefield to freeze as a greedy sin touched upon my heart. Multiplying form one, into two, and two into four, and four into sixteen, the skies over Alos was covered in a Tier Nine Spell, capable of killing any Eternal Sovereign.

"Your mad!" Yael screamed in dread as he pointed towards the Silver Gates of Heaven Sera, and her brethren came out off.

"Asmo," I uttered as he flashed, rushing to my side; he plunged his palm through my chest, tearing a large chunk of my heart away without mercy; I grunted as he leaped back. Making a few hand signs, I chuckled as a horrid power of Hell consumed the land when all of a sudden, another Baphomet came into existence.

"Make it count," Asmodeus declared, as I nodded as the Dao of Chaos and Hell began to race through Heaven and Earth, as the Sigils of Heavenly Annihilation shuttered.

Fooling Yael into using the Silver Gates of the Seven Heavens, an insatiable bloodlust grew as a heavenly radiance poured out. Flooding the realm with its grace, my clone by Asmodeus took rushed off. Granting me control over this clone, its eyes became mine as I charged through the open Gates of Heaven.

"NO!" Yael cried, as I became the Frist Demon ever to enter Heaven.

Surveying its captivating beauty capable of calming any sin, I sneered in disgust as my sigil appeared within Heaven, staining this pure haven.

"Arsene Snow," I bellowed, making sure to shift the blame to my little disciple. A gift from a master is always welcomed, "Sends his regards!" I uttered coldly as my skin began to burn and withered from the presence of Heaven.

Eyeing all the angels of various ranks, I pointed as Heavenly Annialation swarmed the skies, releasing a deafening noise capable of turning the Bed of Chaos to ash, exploded.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"LET THE WAR!!! COMMENCE!!!!" I howled in the midst of Chaos and Death, roaring in laughter, as my body slowly began to turn red hot. Brimming with a violet flame, I exploded, not bothering to enjoy the destruction I created.

BOOOOOOM!!!

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"NOOO!!!" Yaels cried as tears poured from his eyes wildly. However, Azeroth was never one to rely on the path of sloth when he was enjoying the joys of war and carnage.

Moving like an apparition with hundreds of afterimages trailing after his main body, Beel flashed over a hundred times, cutting away the flesh of the Arch-Angel, who tried with all he could to flee, Only to escape with only a single arm.

"What have you done?" Yael desperately cried, gripping his sword arm, where Azeroth severed." SERA!!!! DON'T RETURN!!!!" He roared with all he had, weeping tears of blood.

I chuckled and touched upon my chest, mending the hole in my chest with ease; as Asmodeus had not left his intent within my body, much less divinity, my injuries vanished in an instant.

Hovering through the air, we surrounded Yael, who was bleeding out. Pale as a sheet of white, he shot Arsene a hateful stare.

"You lost," Said Asmodeus, glancing at Arsene and Lilith frozen in space, as we were within the mirrored realm, where everything appeared to have slowed. If Arsene was a bit stronger, he would have been aware of our stares. "And you lost to a boy, far younger than you. A shame, isn't it?"

Entering his childlike form once again, Azeroth shook his head, "Stop resisting; you should know devils respect those that are strong. Accept your death with dignity, and we will deliver your body to what is left of your Heaven."

"Lower myself, to you devils?" He mocked, sneering with contempt. "Most of my brethren was away from the Heavens, but--"

"We know," I said, arching my lips, "This was never about killing you. Far from it, in fact. Do you think I would risk Asmodeus getting a chance to kill me just to make a clone?" I could not help but mock at the very thought, "I wanted to know and see this Heaven you angels hail from. Once I return to Hell, with the help of Asmodeus and Azazel, I will recreate an army to storm the Heavens. This will not be war of balance like it was before."

"During the last war, I got bored and was approached by the Arbiters to halt my actions, but now. Now that Lilith, the Abyssal Queen, exists, war is coming to not just you but the Arbiters." Asmodeus coldly informed, chuckling with a lustful light. "You wanted this war, but we will be the ones to feast on all that you once held dare. We will win.. We will always win.