Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 252: The Wrathful Prince

"BAEL, THE WRATHFUL KING, I CALL UPON YOU!!!!"

Howling the Infernal Chant held within my blood. My soul began to tremble as an insufferable aura began to leak from my very blood. Feeling an unimaginable amount of suffering consumed my senses, my eyes began to grow wet against my very will.

"w-w-what is this?" I barked, wiping the tears leaking from my eyes. "Asmodeus, what have you done?"

Sneering, my soul suddenly went cold as the tears leaking from my eyes turned to dust. Cutting off the foolish emotions I held, I spoke, "Bael, it is time. Stop this drivel and appear."

Watching as all my blood that began to leak began to hover around me, orbiting me, my gaze narrowed as the blood began glimmering with crimson light. Gathering together, a large mirror began to appear as the image of the one I had not seen since that day appeared.

Watching his ashen face trembling, I could not help but smile, yet my blood was different. It was screaming, trying to mourn for its master. Sneering at the disgusting feeling, the emblem within my eyes began to glimmer.

"A..Ar...Arsene Snow." Bael weakly said, yet I could feel it. I could feel it from another plane entirely. Bael, The Wrathful Prince, was furious.

"It has been quite a while, but I would imagine it has been even longer for you." I mockingly said, watching as his body seemed to shiver uncontrollably. No injuries could be seen, but the young man before me with long black hair and crimson eyes seemed broken. There was an almost weak gleam within his eyes.

Yet, the longer Bael stared at me, the greater my blood began to burn. No longer was it mournful, no, a fury I had never felt before began rising from the depths of my soul as Bael roared.

"ARSENE SNOW!!!!!"

Roaring in laughter, I sneered, howling back in anger, "YES, SCREAM MY NAME, YOU FUCKING CUNT. HOW DOES IT FEEL, BAEL."

"I WILL KILL YOU ARSENE, AND ALL YOU FUCKING LOVE," Bellowed bael with a deep loathing.

Passing my hands through my sweaty hair, I sneered, trying to calm my raging emotions, "I did not request an audience for us to fight Bael."

Closing my eyes, I sighed, shaking my head as his words echoed out to my surprise at his compliance, both bitter and weak, "What do you wish from this king?"

Scuffing at his tone, I eyed the Prince with disgust, "I wish for your help."

"So you come to me!" Bael suddenly barked in a maddening tone, "YOU DARE ASK FOR MY HELP!!!"

"So short-sighted... Bael, why are you even a prince?" I coldly asked, bewildered as to why Asmodeus allowed him to ascend. "You do not seem even remotely qualified. Sure your schemes might be amazing, but your will is most definitely not. From all I have seen from you, Bael. You lack the qualities of a person that should hold the name Bael."

"Do you think you are safe, Arsene, or any better? Do you not understand the pressure I am under?" Bael suddenly said as a cruel smile appeared upon his face. "The Kings and Princes of the Nines. None of them are your allies. Asmodeus aside, do you truly not understand why the name bael is so feared?"

Glaring into my eyes, Bael sneered, "Do you truly believe I was always like this? There is a price to everything. And once your second trial begins, you are fucked. Even if you win, you lose because Arsene the Bloodline of Bael is one of the most powerful. Rivaling the bloodline of Asmodeus."

With a cold shiver, my soul began to shake as I stared into Bael, glaring back, "Our line decline not due to me, but due to fear. Our bloodline was once Kings, but now. Now we are but shells of what we once were."

"So it doesn't matter what you do, Arsene Snow. It's only a matter of time before the Kings and Princes take a part of you. They will wear you down and crush you as they did I. An all it will take will be a single deal with the nines.

Arching my lips, I arose, "Bael, if I didn't know better, I would say that you are worried about my fate." I lightly uttered with a condescending smile.

Getting a dark response, I matched baels expression with one of my own, "But shall we get down to business. How much longer shall you be tortured?"

"That is up to the discretion of the King." Bael coldly said, "But I would imagine you have a way getting me out, don't you."

Narrowing my eyes at the obvious connection to Lilith, I frowned, "It would seem someone is whispering secrets into your ears. Tell me, Bael, how do you know that?"

Lowing his head Bael remained silent. Observing his actions, I simply held my tongue for a few seconds, "Back to why I am here. I have two requests."

Shooting me a deep stare, Bael's eyes gleamed a deep fury as he nodded." Tell me your wish, boy."

"First, I wish to know about Soloman, and the second I wish for you to join me."

"YOU!!!YOU!!!YOU!!!YOU!!! -

"Before you continue, let me explain, Bael." I coldly said in a patient manner, "The chances of my death is close to a hundred, especially when I heard Archangels are coming. combined with Soloman, who seemed to be a part of Nox, makes me in need of powerful allies like you."

"Fuck off, Arsene. We both know you do not fear losing this war. Especially with a being like Lilith backing you. What you truly want is information regarding the Kings and Princes." Bael arrogantly informed as my lips began to rise.

Shrugging to his very accurate response, I continued, "hmmm, let's say that is the case. You do understand that our lives are still on the line."

Glaring ruthlessly into my eyes, my gaze never broke as Bael snorted, "I don't care! Because of you, I am..."

"You did that on purpose." I barked in anger, clenching my fist, "I had some time to think it over, and I know you attacked my parents on purpose."

"A being like you could have easily destroyed both their ego and will while also messing with the time nodes but didn't. All of that was a play simply to provoke me, pushing me into Asmodeus's arms. You were running from the other Princes and Kings, were you not?"

"Quite a risky move, but Asmodeus had no choice but to retaliate. It was quite the plan, but I bet you didn't think he would stuff your ass into the deepest reaches of hell."

Staring at me with a hint of amusement, Bael scuffed, "It's not the deepest reaches; I would not be this sane if it was the depts. While I am on the Ninth Circle, the level of torture is only around the fifth stage of hell.

"Well, aren't you lucky?"