Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Sneaking my head in through his chamber doors, I giggled at the defenseless face of Sene. Moving without sound, I could not stop myself from staring. Standing at the edge of his bed, I narrowed my gaze as my mind felt a bit clearer.

Waking up to kisses is a weakness I shared, especially how he had been treating me in bed as of late. He was ruthless to a fault. No matter how I begged, how much my fingers dug into his flesh, as I squeezed with all I had, he never allowed me to breathe. Yet all I could do was crave his touch; regret meant nothing as we were lost in what could only be heaven.

Piercing my lips, my heart burned with a tenderness that only grew with time. Sene was changing, but was I not the same? I know it's not his sin causing him to be crueler but rather something else, but I did not care.

Listening to the soft snores, the passing of divinity through his veins, the ever so slight whisper of my name that would escape his lips, I smiled, pulling the covers over his body.

"When you awake, I shall be on Alos," I whispered back, touching his lips with mine as I teleported myself past the vast expanse into a land I used to call home for a brief period.

Returning to the manner, a breath of annoyance raced from my lungs. Pulling myself together, I placed a smile and stepped out of the guest room. Eyeing the empty halls upstairs, I made my way to the study, where I felt an odd presence.

Masking my aura, a solemn Eroma appeared in my sight, "Good news?" He softly asked towards the image of Valis.

"Nothing of relevance, I'm afraid. But it was a good idea to get into bed with the Holy Swords; their influence is astonishing." Said Valis in what seemed to be a decorated cave for some reason. I never understood why cultivators never just built a home or put one in the there spiral ring.

"that is to be expected, but that is not the reason I contacted you. I need you to try to avoid the Task Force Sulton is forming." Eroma coldly informed, and Valis nodded.

Entering the upstairs study without a spec of notice, I approached eroma, who held no inclination. I stood behind him. Smiling a bit mischievously, I rested my finger over my lips, telling Valis to keep silent.

Watching the child that had grown so much, eyes sparkled like two scarlet suns; a comforting warmth touched my heart.

"What else?"

Eroma smiled, "Lilith darling, you do know I have the eye of truth, right? the moment Valis saw you, I knew."

Breaking into a smile, Valis giggled like the child I saw all those years ago, "How are you doing, darling? Is eroma teach you well?" I asked, enjoying the handsome devil he had become.

"It is when he is not trying to get into the pants of Big sis," Valis remarked in a cunning snap of mischief.

Eroma snorted and cut the connection forming a cute pout as his snow-white hair trailed over his cheeks. "Little shit is acting more and more like a man. It seems I may have to teach him about the animal kingdom."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, knowing I would regret it.

Standing firmly from his chair, Eroma's head snapped high, "I'm talking about plowing, of course! Who gets the most hoes or to censor your ears for your little darling as you claim, woman."

"You're an idiot," I confirmed.

"Please, you think Arsene is different? If you were not in the picture, do you know how many bitches, Sene and I would have? Pussy would be raining over us. I would finally have a family wingman. Shame that dream withered when your magical vagina came into the picture!" Eroma adamantly claimed, crossing his arms.

Sensing this idiot was completely serious, I was at a loss for words. taking a few minutes to get a grip of what he said, I took a long step back, "Speak with Sigfried; he seems like a good wingman."

"Woman, it has to be in the family! A family wingman!"

Taking my leave before my ears bled with remorse, I raced down the banister, making my exit. Meetin' with no one, I took the time to head into the city before I was forced to speak with Eroma, who somehow thinks me a traitor.

Taking the ferry towards Seventh Street, I could not help but notice a few eyes locked on me. Startling me for a bit, I frowned, as my eyes grew wide, as I stared down at the image of myself in the azure blue water.

'I didn't change back into my Yura persona.' I muttered; it was usually instinctual, and my qi would follow my intent, but it would seem like my divinity was different.

Not bothering to take the risk and change, I maintained a graceful appearance creating a wolf shape mask to hide the bottom of my face just as the ferryman came to a stop at one of Casia's most populated streets.

Paying the man a few Celeste, I made my way through Seventh Street, masking my features beneath my hair. Making sure not to forget why I was here, the loud sounds of clatter began to crowd my ears.

"Sold for seven hundred thousand mid-grade celestes," A loud feminine voice that rang from deep within Casia's second most important building.

From what I had heard from Tian Wang during my infancy, Casia was famous for its Auctions. Many said that the swords they sold were meant to be used by Low and Mid Gods. It was their pride, as they never bothered to sell a mortal weapon.

"Silver Winds Auction" was written in the ancient tongue of Elysium, a banner that was older than most Dao hung over the crowd. It was without a doubt majestic and daunting, holding a lingering foreboding of doom.

"to show you true face, you must either be slacking or brave," a vaguely familiar voice resounded, surprising me as I turned to the handsome snake, grinning with a passionate glint.

"Loki, you are still here?" I asked, masking the scowl threatening to rise from my lips.

"And miss the fun? While we stand on different sides, I am your ally till told differently." Loki asserted, blinking innocently.

"An ally, huh? We shall see.." I remarked sarcastically.