Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Knocking over the door to Lilith's chamber, her soft voice cold as winter's ice yet warms as a summer breeze flowed through my ears, "Enter."

Pushing through the threshold into Lilith's chambers, my feet paused in place as I stared at the enchantress in a snow-white feathered dress that resembled the wings of an angel that hid a silky smooth dress beneath. Drawing closer, I saw the tip of the feather slowly begin to fall into sin, turning black as ink.

Stirring the very nature of my soul, her amethyst eyes hummed with star-like wonder as her lips curled upwards into a smile that calmed the sins raging within me. "Baphomet, how may I help you?"

"I'm here for your protection. You are going to reveal your identity to everyone, are you not?" I asked, observing the amusement in her eyes. She nodded and lifted her arms, as the maids, around us began to finish the final touches to her dress.

"Aunty will be angry, but I am sure she will forgive me." She softly mentioned, glancing through the windows. "Did Tian Wang bring Arsene's parents?"

"They did," I answered.

"You just missed Arkanos and Ty. Those two truly are a hand full. I'm glad Ygg is here." She said as to try to make conversation.

"What is it you're after, Lilith Snow," I asked, and she chuckled; lowering her arms, she eyed the maids as they lowered their heads and withdrew from sight.

Lilith opened her palm, revealing a ruby-red sword that materialized within the base of her grip, causing my instincts to scream, telling me not to gaze upon that cursed blade.

"The Gates of Oblivian, you know of it?" She harmlessly asked, sheathing that demonic blade from my intent within her sheath, and connected it to her waist.

"I do. what of it?" I sharply responded, pondering why she would ask such a thing.

"The Fallen Angels, of course. I have a mission for you, Baphomet, both you and Azeroth." She told me, approaching a mirror where she stared calmly at herself that took the breath of anyone away.

"I am not your pawn," I informed, as her reflection landed upon me. Feeling the hairs upon my neck rise, something stirred within my soul as my very divinity cried before her gaze. I didn't know why but something horrid was brewing within her eyes. A calmness of pure evil, I had only seen in Azazel, that half-witted genius.

"Everyone is a pawn. You should know that better than anyone. The Fallen Angels have set their eyes upon Arsene." She remarked, letting her gaze trail from off of me and back onto her, allowing me to breathe to my dismay.

She was far weaker. Insignificant, but I felt like I was not talking to a young woman, but rather some higher being that scared me more than my Master.

"I do not know if they are in league with the Angels, and it doesn't matter. What I do know is that if the Gates of Oblivion are open. Every mythology has there own concept of death, and the Angels and Devils are the strongest. The Devils of the Hells are set to lose this war. Should the Gates of Oblivion open to the Bed of Chaos. Everything will change. No more will the souls head to these pantheons, but rather into Oblivan where they will be judged, and sent to Heaven, Hell, or remain within Oblivion."

"Why are you telling me this?" I coldly inquired as her eyes narrowed.

"I cannot operate like Arsene. My power is best suited for the shadows. I need you to head to Oblivian, with the help of the Lord of the Underworld, Hades. He will be there to assist you there, if not join you; after all, he was once the Lord of that Realm. He may even still be if you drag his ass through the Gates of Oblivion."

"You are asking me to kidnap the Lord of the underworld after he helps me through the gate of Oblivion? That's a bit shameless of you. Arsene might be rubbing off on you."

Lilith giggled, covering her mouth. She turned to me; as we watched, the entire castle slowly began to turn into a sea of golden light. Approaching me, she touched upon my arm as we teleported away. Materializing as a magical scene was captured within my eyes, a soft palm suddenly patted my shoulder.

"Uncle Baphomet," Said the lovely Ezra, as she smiled charmingly in her long black dress. Her scarlet eyes hummed with a blazing hunger. "Has she told you?"

"Don't tell me."

"Of course, I am going with you, but most of my time will be spent in the Holy Swords, branding those insects with my slave mark, whenever I get a chance. It will not be long before the entire outer sect are my slaves. Once that is done, I will be in the Plane of Oblivian with you."

"And what of Arsene?" I coldly inquired.

Lilith smiled and shot a loving look towards the skies, where my gaze fell upon a horrifying crest, bleeding the Power of Abyss and Night. Swallowing the skies, the hairs upon my head, and flesh only grew on end, as the fourteen Pillars appeared one by one.

"What is your goal, Lilith? This doesn't seem like it's for Arsene. If it was, he would be here."

"Of course, it's for Arsene. What kind of wife would I be if I allowed my hubby to be taken from me? Those two fallen, hidden away in the Overworld, are scheming something, so I just need to top what they are doing."

"yet you never said what I am going to the Oblivian for." I countered as she shot me a glance.

"A girl needs her secrets. Head to Oblivian, and let the Arbiters of Fate run their schemes." She claimed as I took a step back, realizing her goal.

"You are going after them?" I shuttered to say, as a smile was unable to stop growing upon my lips.

Lilith crackled in cold laughter as the water beneath our feet turned to ice. Drawing her blade once more, she pointed towards the Heavens and glanced up.

"I will not allow, Sene nor myself to end up like Zariel. He was schemed against by those of the Thirty Heavens with the help of the Arbiters of Fate. He was almost killed after changing the laws, managing to escape only due to his wife. Sene's enemy is the Fallen.. My battle lies with the Arbiters, who govern from the Shadows just as I."