Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Cracking my fist through the stone walls of my manner, I stared at the cold, empty bed. "Two months. Two fucking months!" I growled, sending a second, arms size hole through my bedroom wall close to the bay window.

Passing my hands through my hair, a heavy breath of air ran stagnantly from my lips. It was tiring; Lilith prepared over seventy percent of this city for our wedding; everyone was meeting with her but me.

Every time I tried to find her, she would teleport without even leaving me a glance to catch. I swear she will force me to burn this damn planet to the ground. This was giving rise to a whole new meaning to the silent treatment.

"Someone seems down," Ezra's mocking voice seemed to ring from behind me. Did she genuinely believe I would not break that defiant attitude? Why does everyone think I will not follow through?

"Are you wearing your maid outfit?" I coldly asked, glancing out at the window to the city that had changed. Littered with smoke, rising over this once-majestic city, all that was left was a sea of ash and rivers dark as the souls of sinners.

"I-I."

"Go put it on then. Let the city know you as the bloody maid. Maybe then you will find yourself approaching me more respectfully."

"Screw you! I will not." She howled loud enough to wake those within my estate, provoking my gaze to pull off the ashen city under construction due to my wedding.

I smiled and drew a bit close. Ezra lifted her gaze high and stared up at me defiantly with her arms folded firmly against her bosom. There was hidden fear; I could see, if not taste, emanating for this rosy thorn.

"Fine, I am not one to repeat myself," I uttered sharply, stepping past her, withdrawing from my room and down the stairs that creaked with each step. Heading for the door, I got a few glances of Yu Jing and Arkanos playing cheerfully together. Filling downstairs with spring laughter, my feet came to a stop.

"Papa!" Arkanos cheered brightly, racing into my arms. I lifted her into my embrace. Running my cheeks with kisses, Arkanos giggled. "When is Mama coming back?" She asked with a cute pout that melted my heart a bit.

Placing Arkanos back down on her two tiny feet, a bitter smile marred my lips as I shrugged, wondering that same question.

"Who knows," I whispered back. "But someone is going to pay."

"Huh?" Peering up with blinky eyes, I chuckled, envisioning the nightmare I would deliver to dear old Ezra. There seems to be a great, seething pride that had returned with our most recent absence. A failure on my part, Ezra used to be more subservient. I will definitely have to break that.

"Arsene, this was not what I had wanted! You fucked me!" Einar, the angel that none wanted on their shoulder, shouted, racing towards me with blame.

"Deal was a deal. You and Ezra are now working together. She kills, and you catch, what's the problem? Is the city not in turmoil? I hear an entire family was poisoned to death, their eyes popping from their body." I said indifferently.

"Screw them! I wanted to work with Ezra, not against her!" Einar blamed, raising his voice as footsteps ran down the stairs.

"You did what!" Ezra howled, jerking my robe lifting me off my feet. "Screw you, Arsene! What is this? Are you pimping me off?"

Gripping the Entitled Princess wrist, my brow twitched at her burning stare; Pulling her hands away, Ezra's fingers ripped my black robes with her death grip.

Wrapping my torn clothing in darkness, the robes around my chest mended themselves at my will. "First of all..."

Kicking off the ground, I shot away, shattering the door, on my way out. Escaping from having to deal with this mess, I chuckled a bit. I had no words to offer any of them. I did, after all, screw over Einar and pimp out Ezra in a way.

Moving through the shadows of Casia till the aura of the devil and the angels faded from my rear. Sweat slithered down my brow and neck, drenching my robes. Breathing in the ash that would stifle the average man, I looked towards the clouds.

I had finished with the blood smears just last night. Casia was ready to become my territory. And tensions are running high with the rising chaos caused by Einar, enforcing martial law, and Ezra mass killings.

Everything was just about set. All that was needed was for me to name Casia and reconcile with Lilith.

"Sene?" A soft, enchanting voice filled with ice and warmth touched against my ears.

Creasing my brow as no one should know who I was, I turned my eyes towards the emerald-eyed woman smiling gently. My heart fluttered as her ashen hair trailed over her back like delicate silk. Standing a few heads lower than I, the young maiden chuckled.

"Melinoe," I said, shaken by the Pale Goddess across from me. "You found me."

Melinoe smirked, eyeing up and down with her mid-stage star-lord divine sense she spoke."You have grown,"

"How? How did you recognize me?" I muttered, touching the Ring of Babylon upon my finger.

"It was a bit hard, but Father and Nyx helped when we felt your image beginning to fade from our minds. And with Little Ty with us, it made it a bit easy. Whatever you did doesn't seem to affect her."

Chuckling half-heartily, I shook my head, but my mood immediately plummeted as she continued, "I just met with Lilith. She said you're a dick."

"Where is she?" I furiously demanded, casting my surroundings in an investigative light

"You're not going to find her," Melinoe claimed sharply, but I did not believe her empty words. "she said until you're ready to apologize, she will not be returning."

"bullshit"

Me? Apologized? What the hell did I do? Did she take me to be a fool? A little bitch? What the hell did I do wrong?

"And they say I'm crazy," said Melinoe, patting my shoulder as I suddenly froze.

"Where is ty?" I rushed to say, noticing the hesitation on Melinoe.

"Don't tell me."

"Your wife stole your baby dragon."

"..."

"Fuck!!!!!!!!!"