Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 845 Seventeen Years Of Recovery

Relearning to walk was downright Hell on earth. Is this what physical therapy is like? How is it that I am a god, a being that could wipe out a planet, yet walking is far out of my reach?

Glancing back at Lilith, who was watching me with her semi-grey eyes, still a little blind by the Twin's power, she flashed me a sweet smile.

"You look like shit."

"Like you could tell."

"I can feel the bitchness oozing out from you!' She said, cracking up into laughter.

Rolling my eyes, I struggled at a snail's pace towards her before falling flat on top of her as she laughed, "You're a dummy!"

"Hey, I cleaned you up. At least let me get to first base!"

Lili smiled, giving my cheeks a peck, ' you had me sit in my own shit for seven years."

"I was there!" I confidently said, ignoring the burning shame in my cheeks, " I had to smell you."

"You're an ass,"

"You married me."

"You begged."

"Did not!"

"Did you, or did you not fall to one knee!"

"I don't remember that!"

"I'll take that as a silent yes," She jested, softly patting my cheeks while I took a little break.

Resting my eyes that burned with the sandman blessing, I don't even remember falling into slumber, but as I opened my eyes to the sounds of crickets chirping, I looked down on Lilith, soundlessly asleep, and smiled.

"I need a vacation. When was the last time I relaxed without being tortured or screwed over? Zantar and Balor had taken a massive hit seven years ago when we found out Julius had helped kill the last Arbiter—ensuring I was free when I returned to the Exalted Wheel.

But something that bastard said was bothering me— The Myriad Gods were coming.

Slowly moving down towards my little twins, I couldn't help but chuckle at my thoughts when I thought I'd be having a boy!

"I'll still love you. However, I'm going to nut-shot you every time you suck on my wife's tit. Those are mine, the milk included!"

"Your insane!' Said, Lilith.

"Quite! it's Father and whatever they are time." I voiced, almost envisioning the child flicking me off from the womb.

"That son of a b—wait, that'll be me! Damn! You better hope you're a woman!"

"By the Hells Sene, your insane! They can't process information like that yet! At least, I don't think they can, and even if they could, what the Hell! There toddlers."

"I'm going to fuck him up if he stares at me."

"Sene,"

"You think shooting him with a gun is too much? FUCK! I want a baby girl! They're the best!"

"I married this idiot! What is wrong with me?" she questioned, "Sene, can you just make me some food?'

"Ask Zax he's—"

"A tool. And your food tastes a lot better, plus think about it this way. Daddy daughter time is when you go out to try new foods or eat people with your baby girl. Why not start now and feed me?"

Bringing light to my soul, I stared at Lilith, ' Really!"

"I mean, you can do that stuff with your son, but sure, let's do it with your baby girl if it's a girl. You crazy son of a bitch."

And so, ten more years skimmed by before I was given about fifty percent of my mobility, and Lilith had regained her eyes sight, but her right arm was still crippled. She could barely move her arm, but we could all see the bruising gradually vanish each day. Till one day someone came to our door.

The man gave off an air of destruction, and I knew almost instantly who this was. I'd seen him speaking with Lucifer and Mephisto when they arrived.

End I believe his name was—the very same person who created that ridiculous technique that crippled Lilith's arm.

"I've gathered the army, my lady. Seven Generals and seven hundred—"

"Hey Sene, can End here go to the Myriad Heavens to play?" Lilith cheerfully asked as the sounds of frying came from the kitchen.

I looked out the window at six generals glaring at me through the windows, alongside an entire army; I gulp, turning back to the kitchen.

"Why?" I curiously asked.

"Take a seat. And End, can you step outside?" Lilith kindly asked with a terrifying smile that made my balls want to crawl back up inside me.

Am I in trouble? I don't think I did anything wrong? Hmmm, we were too injured for booty, but I mean, if she's still down, I'll definitely hit—"

Taking a seat in this roomy cabin, Lilith plated me some fried rice with what appeared to be a duck, sauteed with various greens, paired oddly enough with some rice balls.

"You're trying to bribe me." I weakly said, taking in a deep whip of air of the crispy golden oil oozing down from the duck into the rice.

"I used Into The Abyss to make this," She said with a smile that made my throat dry. She took a seat and looked me square into my soul.

"Just say yes, and I'll cook for you for the next three years, and—"

There's more!

"And!" I excitingly said.

"You know that position where you pin my feet to my hands and drill me," She said, licking her lips, "That position where I am fully exposed to you, where I can feel your large, powerful hands caress me, hold me down as you go to town."

"I recall. Vividly even."

"Good. Well, I'll let you do that and much more if you just say—"

"Yes, he can go. in fact. fuck it. Everyone can go if they got your permission." I hastily said, pulling down my robes, and she smiled.

"What about your meal?"

"I'll do both!"

"Sene!" She uttered a little challenging, causing me to smile.

But a deal was a deal, and I needed this. Beckoning Lilith close, with a wave of my finger, she smiled, slipping off her robes as she approached. Bare for only me to see.

"Eat," she softly whispered, slipping down to her knees and underneath the table," When you finish, I'll finish."