Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Abuse the Laws, huh?

Picking up my pace, I didn't say another word journeying toward the pillar of light. From what I had seen of the Eben Forest, there were very few High Gods or Elder Gods, very few of them. But as I transversed this region, my mind slowly began to change as I started to see more and more higher-level gods scattered about.

Some were either heading away with tattered robes and armor or approaching like me with clean, arrogant expressions mocking those they saw with half-dead faces. Some of these arrogant types would even go out of their way to kill or rob those suspected of being too weak to defend themselves.

Some had even had the audacity of striking at me based on my cultivation… that didn't go well for them, as I drove a shadow pike up their ass, making sure I missed every major organ, and exited out their throat, and left them to rot, with a sliver of Divinity to ensure my will was carried out.

In this region, I had half a mind to swap out Ezra for Victoria but changed my mind. At least for now. I could handle myself against Elder Gods; at my level, it's really about finding ways to get around those with hax.

Shooting a stare towards the light surrounded by a dense hovering landmass, I frowned when a sudden thought struck me.

"Lily, I've been trying to create a particular arte that'll allow me to become paragon or Chaos Lord in record time. But I'm struggling to fuse external souls into mine. Any way you can help? I tried for about a Chaos Cycle, but nothing." I explained, more annoyed than anything, that this one Arte was so complex.

"If you were the twins, I could help, but my specialties revolve around the Abyss. You're a different creature."

"But Aren't the twin half Shadowfell?"

Bursting into laughter, Lily giggled. "They are Shadowfell but not half. Your children are one hundred percent Shadowfell and Abyssal Fiend. Just like you. You are one hundred percent Forsaken and one hundred percent Shadowfell. The Abyss didn't devour your blood but works side by side with it. That's how it works for those two. I assist in helping bring out their ideas thanks to the Abyssal aspect of their blood that's universal. You've got something special like the Path of Abyssal Night, but I can't control that, just like I can't control the twins' will. I'll say talk to Zariel. What your trying to do seems complex, and he's a god of souls."

"Not a bad idea," I remarked.

"What isn't?" Said Ezra, scooching near my cheek with a delectable smile.

"Speaking with my little bro,' I stated as I clasped my hands together almost as if to make a prayer.

Seconds later, the air thinned, and the raging laws in this higher domain calmed as an image appeared before my eyes.

"What?" he weakly asked, as… as a baby crawled from his shoulder up to his head with a drooling smile and a blank look.

The little one stared at me, and something strange happened as he reached out his arms to me. The image of Zareil and the little one trembled as if the little one had pushed through natural law; the virtual image of both Zariel and little Jin became real.

"Jin…" Zariel moaned as he looked up with an exhausted countenance. "You're killing me."

"That bad?"

"Yesterday, his will spread across the Origin Realm and enslaved an entire planet. Now everyone there wishes to feed my child their strange milk. I've never even heard of this race, and now the Angels are pissed at the accidental enslavement, and Lucifer is just causing more chaos with his grandson. A week ago, he stole the child as Aurelia slept and went on a ride through the cosmos fucking shit up. The Father had to pick them up."

He sighed, bowing his head, "Everday is a fire. This one is going to kill me. His astral essence is simply too bountiful."

Opening my hand, little Jin giggled and leaped into my arms, looking up at me with silvery gold eyes. I enjoyed the warmth of his naked skin in my hands when the little drool monster curled in my palm and grew silent. As if comfortable

"My god! You and Lilith. What the hell? I can never get him silent." Gruning annoyingly, he glared. 'What do you want?"

"Help with a soul Arte," I said, slowly going over how I wanted to create a hive mind.

Zariel frowned for a moment and looked around for a second. " Well, by yourself, that'll be impossible. There is only so much your comprehension can get you. The points are all there, but you need a kick to force a change. The soul is super complex, Arsene, and most of its rules are set by the One. What you need to do is override his rule with external help."

"I can do that? Won't that make him mad?"

"No idea. I try not to think about it," Zariel replied, shrugging his shoulders. " The Father acts randomly. So maybe he'll be mad, maybe not. I've done something similar to what you are doing, so maybe not, but you never know. Just do it and see what happens." He looked towards the pillar of light and smiled back at me. " Over there, you'll find my sword, Requiem, forged with an Abyssal Fragment. Tap into its power, and you'll be able to get what you want."

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"What?"

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"You're sword, Requiem, was forged with an Abyssal Fragment?"

Snatching his child out of my hands, he smirked. " There are so many things you don't know. What you should be questioning is how I gained an Abyssal Fragment in the first place… That question is something not even Mephisto has figured out."

"Now I've got to go, and there will be a meeting shortly… I think. This child has been ruining my life. But I expect to see you there."

Vanishing form out of my line of sight, a few words suddenly stretched into my ears, "Oh, and start splitting your soul now, a few hundred thousand times if you can. You'll thank me later."

Lifting my lips, I turned to the silent Ezra, who was just staring with stars in her eyes. " I want a baby too!"

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