Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

The skies were beautiful under the veil of brimstone and Death. Alos was in ruin, littered by the war, filled with multicolored light that whipped back and forth, shredding away life at every turn. It was stunning. Angels' blood, pure as stars, carrying hope and love, seemed to spill throughout the skies while the demons cried and laughed at their Death or severed limbs. Death was racing back and forth with no side winning.

The angels were raging, carrying weapons burning with golden radiance, a Sacred Flame, they called it. Power said to kill any demon or devil. It was the bane of all that was evil. While the Demons should have been scared, their skills were fearsome. No matter how powerful the angels seemed to be, before the demons whose skill kept on rising with every strike they slaughtered, it was only a matter of time before the siege ended.

Taking note of me, a folly of light raced toward me. Ready to shred me to atoms, my blade danced with precise precision. Deflecting them away with ease, a small squad of Realm Lord charged.

I launched myself towards the Angels, racing towards Death. Warm red washed over my lips, staining the robes Julius had prepared for me. My blade dance, carrying the Laws not of the Bed of Chaos, broken by Lord Zariels Might, but by the Laws of the Abyss. Flashing my sword, the hum of the reaper's blade whipped through the lives of my enemies like hay.

Limbs few and heads followed, one after another, blood sprayed without end falling over the ruins below as rain.

Death. This was what I was missing.

Battle after battle, I held against Julius, and loss after loss I had experienced. I was taken down with a few flickers of his saber, never gaining an advantage over his blade. It was infuriating. I needed a win. I needed to Reap; this was why Death was teaching me.

Honing my sword with not just Into the Abyss but the Mighty Warriors of the Silver City, I would parry and follow with a swift Riposte. Taking the lives of those I saw fit.

It didn't matter if I faced flickers of lights burrowing through the atmosphere, ready to atomize me, or the flocking Angels charging with unending numbers. My blade would find its mark while my body would weave with deadly insight. I was unstoppable

It was Joyous! Glorious.

"Ava," Victoria said, as my blade continued to reap through a swift soul whisper. "You are about to enter the far reaches of space. Pull back!" She warned but under such a baptism of blood, how did she expect me to? Did she not understand the allure of life and Death?

Letting loose a cry, the laws of Death slithered out of the darkness of space and brimstone. I raised my sword, and it slowly blinked into a deadly scythe, with the power of the abyss flowing through my veins.

The stars dimmed, and the attention of the angels and their fleet of ships encircling Alos all locked on me. I felt Death was close. Even with my battle prowess, Death was close. It had to be. I was still a star-lord in the end, but fear wasn't near my heart.

"Damn it, Ava!" Victoria cried, flicking to my side, alongside Elsa, whose body was radiating an icy law. She shot me a stern look, but I could see the amusement in her eyes and the warmth she hid in battle.

"I will handle it," said Elsa.

"FIRE! KILL EM!" A desperate command thundered through the war-filled void.

Lights over the golden fleet of crosses all began to glow. Blinding the stars of the Bed of Chaos, Qi and Divinity started to spill over the rim of Alos. Spiraling turbulence twisted the laws around us, bending the very Laws of Time. Techtonic faults began to wail beneath the planet's surface, creating chasms and faults throughout all of Alos. While magma began to leak from the chasms lines, bringing about an early apocalypse, merely by the power generated by the Angels Crossed shaped ships. Tsunamis taller than most buildings, if not cities, darkened the very surface of the fallen city of Casia, leaving only a shadow of its impending doom.

As the power grew so quickly, everything turned black in a second, leaving only the sounds of destruction from the planet beneath my feet. A snap suddenly echoed from Elsa's fingertips, and her gaze hardened over her serine expression.

The Angel's starships attacked. Releasing Hell on Earth, my vision was consumed in an ocean of azure beams spilling out of their Starships, whipping towards us and the army of demons below.

"Frozen Abyss," Elsa responded, and everything came to a halt. Heaven and Hell fell silent as Elsa's fierce eyes whipped toward the enemy, and another snap resounded once more before anyone could grasp what had happened.

Radiant light brighter than heaven washed over the rim of Alos.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!

Pulled away by Victoria, who grabbed me, knowing Elsa would be saved since it was her spell, a powerful shockwave fell on our back, and blood raced from our mouths as we tumbled to the ground. Crashlanding before we could brace ourselves, laughter ran from my lips. As I hopped out of the rubble of the crater, I ate face-first, barely injured. In a few seconds, I would be at full power once more.

"Elsa is ahead, I am sure!" I expressed, soaring back into the skies; I stared firmly at the darkness above. Watching Elsa float down into the atmosphere of Alos in a hunched fashion. She smiled with her icy expression, "You're going to tell me all the naughty stuff you are into."

I growled in response and peered up at the skies, lowering my weapon. "Let's stop for now," I said. War was a marathon. As much as I would love to continue to fight and kill. I was too keen on having Into the Abyss running for longer than necessary. Master warned me of having Into the Abyss active for too long. And I would like to maintain my sense of self. My soul was still not strong enough to have Into the Abyss active for too long, plus I am worried about Elsa.. That spell was sure to have a high price.