Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Standing in the aged city of Pendragon, I'd not visited in over half a cycle. I couldn't help but smile at its newly developed looked. Although it wasn't called Pendragon anymore, the new king that had found this ruined land had renamed it.

Eroma had wanted to leave the abyss, and I had understood his intentions. Having to return home that once belonged to the Snows, Eroma hadn't even bothered to ask questions as he exterminated everyone, just so that he could bury his father on the land he had fought for so long during his time in Pendragon.

Eroma, Val, and Emma were the only people to show, as they were the only ones still alive. I had killed all the surviving Snow family. I'd kill so many I don't remember the faces back then as I saw only blood that day. Friends, family, it didn't matter. I killed them all.

"I hate funerals,' I muttered.

I never understood the point of burying the dead or celebrating them, for that matter. It was odd how we gathered to celebrate a man we should have been celebrating alive. Doesn't that seem weird?

But maybe I just lack that understanding. God, I miss Sene; this shit is boring; this might be the last funeral I attend.

p Listening to the whimpers of Emma and Val as they huddled together, I couldn't help but shake my head. How the hell did they not visit the old man in half a cycle? Got damn, these Snow bastards are committed to being asses. I see where Sene gets his Sin of Sloth.

Meditating through most of the funeral, Eroma approached me with a solemn expression, "I'm ready."

"You sure?" I asked, glancing back at Arsene's parents.

The winds fluttered over his serene expression mixed with a look of determination, and he nodded, "I am, but how is this going to work?"

"Well, you're going to be one of my experimental Abyssal Fiends," I explained, recalling the look of Greyson with long wings similar to Fallen.

A startling look flickered in his expression before fading, "Will I be stronger than him?"

"With your eyes of Truth, you could have killed Greyson now. But this will be dangerous ok? I've no idea how long it'll take,"

Eroma shrugged, "I'm ready."

Arching my lips, I lifted my fingers to Eroma's brow and tapped him, sending him into the Abyss to End's home world.

"Will we ever see him?" Val inquired, holding his wife in his arms.

"Maybe, I can't be sure; End is quite a man. When he commits, he gives it his all." I said, understanding that when I get Arsene's permission, the Other Lilith will surely be dead, and I'll be the only one left.

My babies will be protected. Maybe I should make a soup out of her remains. I mean, giving them to Lucifer is a little mean. Then again, he does deserve it, daring to strike my hubby! The motherfucker got a lot of nerve, the only one who can hurt my man is me!

Clearing my throat as my thoughts derailed into anger, I stared at the concern-looking Val and Emma, "Now, you two are a little difficult to place. I'm a little uncomfortable turning you two, as you are Arsene's parents, so I'll leave it to him, but I suggest you two begin training now. Once we are back, we will need all the help we can get."

"Umm, what do you mean?" Emma asked,

"You don't know? I guess the transfer to the Myriad Heaven isn't finished; the Angels just pulled a miracle out their ass," I lamented, "But it's all good. Anyway, I've got to go," I said, studying their expression, before casting them back to Noctem, where I knew they'd be safe.

Returning to the Palace of Lazarus, I felt nothing but unease at the bright flames just outside the city. From hundreds of Kilometers away, I could still feel the waves of heat approaching.

Crawling towards the city of Iliya stood hundreds of Balforgren Demons carrying chains as large as mountains on their back, dragging something out of one of the Hell Gates.

Arching my lips, I pulled out the Blade of the Abyss and chuckled, cutting away my unease; there was no turning back.

"You sure we should ignore them?" A brooding Damien asked in a somewhat demanding tone.

"They'll be fine when we get back; when we finish killing the Arbitors, we'll flank these fuckers; plus, despite the state of Iliya, their defenses are still one hundred percent functional. It'll take a chaos lord to break through those barriers."

"Yet the one known as the silver devil was able to cast an entire city into the Abyss." He retorted.

"Well, you are not wrong, but what are the chances?" I said, shrugging my shoulders. "And it's not like there's anything deeper than the Abyss."

Damien opened his mouth to speak, but my hand was quicker, hushing him before anything could be said, "relax, the angels now have the Law of Concordance. I'll like to kill them before anything gets out of hand. When we kill them, we'll kill the demons who are weaker at a later date. Now hurry up and put on your armor. The armies are just outside their camp."

Cutting through the void as Damien watched, I appeared about a few hundred kilometers away towards the easten side of Iliya.

The skies were dull, and grey with a large eerie taste of brimstone as ash and soot fell from the heavens onto the land that sat my people—covered in armor, from head to toe, with weapons forged by the strongest metals we could find, known as Veltoruium. I felt Apophis's earthy eyes land on me from a distance.

"You ready, my queen?"

Approaching the World-Devouring Drake, my gaze skimmed over the camp of angels with their wings arched wide, hovering in the skies.

"Is everything set?" I calmly questioned.

"Yes, but our people will be in the crossfire," Apophis warned.

"Meh, they'll be fine, maybe. The end justifies… What was the saying again? Never mind, I'm sure they will live," I explained as Apophis glared.

Clearing my throat, I bore a smile that slowly turned cold as I gazed out of the army ahead. "Commence the attack, and don't forget the plan," I said as abyssal qi flared to life, coiling around the Abyssal Blade.