Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 591 - Baphomet The New Beginning (End Of Book Four)

"I shall leave the rest to you," I lightly inform, losing interest within the defeated look upon the tattered Yael. There was nothing he could do. Arsene and Lilith planned for everything. Who could blame Raziel for not knowing Yura was indeed Lilith? Yael, for all intended purposes, is dead.

"Save his wings when you are done. Who knows, we may just as well see if we can create a new form of angel devil hybrids. I shall take care of Arsene and Lilith," I added, knowing Sera was informing Raziel of what had transpired.

Losing an Arch-Angel was detrimental to the angels, especially losing two in less than a hundred years. That boy truly has some luck, forcing two angels and a Prince of Hell to their death. He has a talent If I had ever seen one.

"You got this?" Said Asmodeus, carrying a little worry in his tone. "Lilith cannot die, no matter what. Enhance the Rings of Babylon if you must."

"And get the Origin Crystal from that brat." Azeroth lazily said as he suddenly leaped on top of Asmodeus, as though he were some kind of baby koala. "Now ride Sir Asmo. You owe me. Take me back to Hell!" He proclaimed, slipping into a deep slumber without a moment's notice.

"I hate every Lord of Sloth!" Asmodeus swore, shaking his head; his hand plunged into Yael's chest, wiping away the life from his eyes.

I vanished away, leaving Asmodeus to finish his business, and exited the Mirrored Realm, entering reality once more; I chuckled, witnessing Arsene and Lilith holding onto each other locked in what seemed like a tender embrace.

"Enough!" I shouted, only for Arsene and Lilith suddenly to separate!

"Oh shit! We forgot Arkanos and Ty with everything going on. What the Hell Happened?" Arsene suddenly shouted; surveying his surroundings, he turned to me with expectation.

"So, now you remember?" A sudden childlike voice echoed from the void shaking the land; Tang Feng's eyes narrowed to a cold slit as I glanced at the little Loli, Yggdrasil. "you two idiots are playing with fire. Even if Asmodeus changed their appearance, ensuring no one could see through their disguises, not everyone is an idiot. You two are underestimating the Wrath that is about to follow."

Nodding in complete agreement, I added, "She is not wrong. I knew you wanted to garner suspicion, but I assure you it will come. But for now, you two need to hide, and you need to hide very well. The Heavens are not without sin. They are well known for their Wrath. More so than Demons."

"And what of my home?" Tang Feng uttered sharply.

"It shall be protected," I promised coldly, recalling the monsters Asmodeus had crated to slaughter Drar's men all those many years ago. "Awaken the Celestrial Immortals. I am sure once they appear, the Angels will think twice of attacking your main base of operations."

Turning a few decades older, The former celestial King released a strenuous breath of air. "Fine, I shall comply. However, I wish for the Abyssal Children taken from Midgard. They will prove quite useful upon the battlefield."

"If they all use 'Into the Abyss,' they will probably be able to defend Alos on their own." Arsene bitterly addressed, causing my brow to raise at the envy in his voice. I had never heard of such a thing, even in the Pale Gate. It seems like I need to interact more with these Abyssal Children.

"That is fine," Said Lilith calmly, yet her eyes reflected a profound light that went unnoticed by her spouse. "I need to start making an army of them anyway." She claimed, eying sene with a lustful smile. "And all I need is your blood."

"My blood?" Arsene muttered.

"Of course, you're the bridge remember?" She said as darkness filled her amethyst eyes. She passed her hands over his cheek in a sensual manner and smiled, "It is by your and my crest that the abyssal children were born. How do you think the Path of Abyssal Night was first created? It was then when I slaughtered everyone in Pendragon, and Godwin did the base format formed, or maybe it was there I was allowed to touch upon a truth."

"So, when I turn people, they become Shadowfell; when you do it, they become abyssal Fiends? Interesting," He muttered and stroked his chin. "Did you have to pay for this info?"

"Nope. You already figured most of it out; you just couldn't connect everything in words. Everything I told you is from my own info, and yours. It should be fine. From this point on, I will be separating my legacy and my information to keep myself from making a mistake."

Glancing up at the skies, I frowned, sensing a forwarding of an incoming storm. The hairs upon my arm trembled and rose to attention the longer I stood on Alos.

Crossing my arms, I peered through the Mirrored Realm crafted by the Cursed One, Gaius Winterblack. I had always wanted to take him, but the Arbiters would always interfere when it came to him. Even Soloman was at a loss as to why despite his knowledge and wisdom, he was so defended.

"Arsene! Lilith!" A robotic voice suddenly called. Startling me greatly, my brow scrunched as I stared at the people who played music all approach. Confused as to why I had never focused on them before, I frowned. "Till you reach the next heaven,"

"Goodbye, Big-Big Broda! Remember if you ever cannot defeat a person. Summon a truck! All of my champions have a one percent chance of killing anyone! No matter how powerful they may be! Belive in Truck-kun, and she shall grant you death!!!! HAIL TUCK-KUN!!!!!"

Slapping his mask, Zero shook his head, "I can't believe the Father allowed this stupidity. Who would have thought the Heavenly Father would be so... Capricious." He muttered, waving his hand as everyone blinked from my sight.

"What the Hell? Who!" I muttered, as my soul shook with fear, at the presence of Mother's sharp gaze upon my neck. Halting my words, I dared not continue. Knowing what type of beings they were, I turned to Arsene, who smiled cheekily, enjoying my paleness.

"How is everyone? I assume they are in the Mirrored Realm." He amusingly asked. I glanced once more through the Mirrored Realm of Gauis and watched on with a grimness that touched my heart.

Standing without injury, Gauis's palms were littered in blood. His laughter resounded as his foot ruthlessly stomped over Aiza's delicate appearance. Popping her left eye from its socket, he then kicked her away without mercy or hesitation.

"Impossible," I hesitantly whispered inwardly, having never seen a mortal with such a high battle prowess. Not even Soloman had such a dreadful battle prowess as this man. Oozing a hideous power, I knew Gauis was at least as powerful as a Prince of Hell.

"Baphomet, taken them away. They are coming." Yggdrasil warn gravely. Eyeing the skies with a solemn air, the mirrored world around Gaius began to fade, and the skies became locked in a radiant glow.

Taking a deep breath, I turned to Lilith, who smiled. I shook my head and dismissed my train of thought, at least for now. Holding onto Arsene and Lilith, space began to bend and twist, Materializing within the Holy Swords in an odd alleyway in the city. Lilith shot me a dark look.

"The Pale Gate is still there, and so is Gauis." She hastily claimed. "If he remains, the Arbiters will strike!"

A little shaken by yet another piece of information that seems to be hitting me at every turn. First the mask, now it seems like Abiters after that man; I sighed, "Lilith returning will only send you to your death. I will inform him later, but you two need to understand something. The War has arrived. Speak with Einar. He should get Angel radio." I sarcastically added to mock.

"Angel Radio?" Said Arsene.

"He will inform you later. Now relax, enjoy your honeymoon, have a baby, kill a few people." I coldly foretold without care, turning in the direction of Alos. "Because in a year, maybe two, or hundred. The Angels will truly strike, and when that happens. The Bed of Chaos will be Hell on earth!"

Arsene grew still, yet a smile was upon his lips, Revealing an insanity that could only belong to the Hells. "Good." He uttered sharply with a tone consumed in darkness, "Till then, happy hunting." He said in a delectable sinful tone

"Happy Huntings."