Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

There he was! There he was once more! He had barely changed! How can that be? His divine image was almost the same. It was him, the Patriarch of the Snow family. The Lord, whose talent even Titus, his father, feared and banished.

Staring at Arsenes's smoldering dark eyes brewing darkness, my heart wavered as both the eyes of the Arbiters and Zero shoot me a measuring stare. If there was ever something a man should fear, it was not Heaven or the Arbiters of Fate but the man going by the name Zero.

It was he who suggested my punishment, and it was my Master who implemented it. No one but one man had ever known of Zero, whose Identity was so secretive even the Chaos Lords, the Ultimate Masters of Iluthath, placed a bounty upon his head.

There was no greater mind capable of manipulation than Zero; there were even rumors Lucifer had recognized his intelligence and awarded him personally. If there was anyone more to fear than my Master, it was Zero.

Monitoring the ceremony commence and come to an end, I opened my palm and pulled everyone into the Mirrored world that could harm Arsene and Lilith. Making sure there wasn't anyone around, I stared calmly at the Founders of Nox glaring at me, then towards the parallel Mirrored Realm crafted by the Devils.

It was overflowing and cracking at the raging power, bleeding out into ours. Narrowing my eyes, I chuckled, "Why not let this go? None of you have a higher battle prowess than I, and my cultivation is at High God."

"That didn't stop me from killing you before," Talos calmly and grimly replied.

"Please," I dismissed contemptuously, "I had no reason to live knowing I would revive anyway. However, now things are different. My Lord has granted me another chance, and I will not allow anyone to harm Arsene Snow."

"I do not care!" Sulton bellowed, consuming the land in his Celestrial Divinity that reigned over the Mirrored Realm. Reaching through the far reaches of the Bed of Chaos, I shot the self-proclaimed head of Nox, Aeron, a knowing look.

According to Lilith, this battle was not in the least bit real. At least, it wasn't between most of the founders and me. However, Sulton and some of the members of Nox watching were sure to be in league with Sulton, who Lilith didn't wish for me to kill.

According to her, anger passes, and sorrow fades. It will seem like they had plans for this man who had a powerful influence throughout his eternal life.

Hovering still over Casia, as more of my men slowly began to materialize within my Mirrored Realm. Filled with bloodlust, I could not help but narrow my eyes at the rising tension. My eyes landed upon Christofer, Tien Wang, Karsa, and Yu Lan, staring at Aiza grimly.

Pulling out a crowned scepter of two snakes coiled around each other, Karsa hissed, "How I am going to enjoy draining you dry, Aiza." She uttered as her nails grew sharp like talons.

"Gaius! So you have finally returned!" A voice booming with vigor thundered, stirring the mirrored realm. "And what is this? Voltron? Do my eyes deceive me? Little Brother, you still live?" Cerios, The Tainted, barked. Pushing out from the void near my side, he beamed in an arrogant light.

Cerios was not overly large, but there was always something about his presence that would lead a man to believe he was the size of a mountain. Myself included, as if there was ever a man that had the right to be arrogant, it was Cerios. He held his head at an arched and bore down towards his blood brother. Grinning with fangs, his golden main glowed with a vibrant evil. He narrowed his eyes that were stained golden and chuckled, with his giant body that made me look like a child.

Watching Vulron eyes turn wide in shock, a pulse of hate bloomed. "YOU!" He thundered, shaking the realm; however, this shaking did not let up. Vulron, like his brother, was a Lord of Vibrations. To enhance their merciless power, they controlled the very laws said to keep the universe moving.

"Little Vul, it will do you wise to watch how you speak to your lord brother. It is by my will I allow you to live, do not test my patience." Cerios calmly remarked, placing his hands behind his back, his lion-like eyes turning tight and grim as the reaper.

"The Court of Blood is now under Arsene rule?" Aeron inquired sharply, creasing his brow; he sneered, releasing the Aura of Slaughter and Destruction that stripped away life.

Crackling in laughter, Cerios shrugged, "Like your court of Nox, who holds many different organizations. If Gaius lowered his head before another, it doesn't really matter to me; I can leave whenever I please. Although I am curious why I am here?"

"Because, like most of my Court, you owe me multiple favors." I reminded coldly, sending the Tainted a demonic look. "The perks of being a true immortal, my favors are endless as much as your pride."

"True," he uttered gravely but recovered with a mocking smile. "I shall handle my little brother. What say you, Little Vul? How I will enjoy caving in your head." he mocked; as a powerful force so threatening, I was forced to chant 'shield' over myself, erupted beneath Cerios feet. Shattering most of my mirrored realm as he charged like a beast, he emerged before Vultrun in an instant; Gripping his head as though he were a child and entering the mirrored realm within a mirrored realm as not to shatter mine.

I was not like the devils, who could create Mirrored realms on such levels; my own had their limits. Despite my knowledge coming close to Baphomet, I was never one to embellish in the Arcane Arts.

"It will seem like you lost one person. If I were you, Talos, I would go help Vulron. When Cerios loses control, his power only grows. It's a shame Vulron did not inheart his brother mutated bloodline." I warned joyfully, knowing Cerios that tainted would be fine—his skin his harder than divine weapons.

Facing two founders will put him at a disadvantage, but he should be fine. Vulron, on the other hand, may be killed if Talos doesn't leave.

Glaring at me, viciously, the Lord of Death vanished, rushing after the two lions; I chuckled, "Seems like I may get revenge on you, Aiza. My little adopted daughter, though you betray me. Do you know why I never bothered to kill you, even after all these years?"

"Piss off. You are not as powerful as you claim! You are but an Emperor in battle prowess!" Aiza barked, losing her graceful aura I helped cultivate.

Shaking my head, I sighed, "When my Master created the level of Paragon, I was starstruck and horrified. However, it has been quite a few chaos cycles since then, and I have yet to touch upon it. The devils were lucky to have a legacy linking back to Iluthath, but what makes you think I am any weaker than a devil?" I asked calmly as the world turned to ice.

"Aside from those from the Etherial Realm and Asmodeus, I am one of the oldest creatures to exist. Allow me to show you what a True Godking of Iluthath is capable of. The quality of the Bed of Chaos has fallen far below anything I have ever seen, but I will show you true power.. I, your father, shall bless you once more.