Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

I don't think I've ever heard her mention a brother. Then again, I wasn't alive long enough to truly get to know her.

"Oi! Stop crying," I said, looking at her bobbing head, marred by tears. And her lips pursed up.

"No. That sex schedule is—"

"Utterly fair. You made a deal with the devil. How else did you think it would end? It's my victory. Its currently Monday—" ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

Tiamat's spine shuddered as her shoulders trembled.

"But we can hold off for now. I'm interested in that place down there." Glancing down at the depths of the ruins that were once Mount Olympus.

I was told to come here, but… I have no idea what I'm looking for. Guess I'll just have to see.

Soaring higher into the skies above the gaping abyss below, a sudden pressure waned over my bones, bearing down on me like a mountain.

Perspiration descended over my brow as the pressure grew.

"What the hell?" I strained, bearing the pressure without the use of Qi. "What is—"

"It's the pressure of Olympus. Seems it grew with the rise of Heaven." Tia said, glancing at me defensively like I were a big bad wolf.

"What's with that look?"

"Hmph"

"You still mad?"

"I'm a sore loser."

"No shit."

"I seem to remember a certain Arsene sulking the last time he lost a bet to me," Tia mentioned, snapping her eye to me, a challenging grin on her face. " You were sulking that I—"

"You said you won't mention it!" I hurriedly cried, covering her mouth.

"What's there to be ashamed of? Amazon style with me was amazing, wasn't it?" She confidently exclaimed through the gaps in my fingers, snickering thereafter as my expression grew red.

"Well… That's not the point."

"Of course it is. Or are you just mad I dominated you back then?"

Coughing into my palm, I spoke: "So… your brother. What's he like?"

Tia leaned her elbow against my shoulder, smirking. " Oh? Curious, are ya? Well, he's a bastard too. A goody-goody prick. Tia, don't kill these people! Tia, you must stay pure! Tia… Blah-Blah-Blah! I last saw him when he saw Zaid."

I glanced at her questioningly. " Really? Why? I thought dragons don't care for family?"

"Dragons originate from the two of us. So it's only natural that we each have different cultures amongst the endless subspecies of dragons. On Bahamuts side, his version of family is somewhat similar to what people might think. He was the first to create a nest.

'Hmmm.'

"Within these Nests, it's almost like what you'd expect. An entire centralized organization based on a hierarchy through dominance."

I see. So they are opposites: "So Dragons that take after you tend to follow the path of chaos, while your brother Order."

Tiamat hummed curiously and tilted her head almost smilingly: "Never thought about it like that, but yeah. I haven't heard from him in a few cycles. I wonder if he's still alive. He keeps on inviting me to his Nest. But I'd like to pass on seeing his new Harem."

"How come you never mentioned Bahamut?"

"Why should I?" Tia said, snorting. "It's not like we are close? And it's not like it would have made a difference. After all, he was the one who…"

Recalling the first time I heard of Tia. I thought of her cage that she was once held in and the coldness of her voice that first echoed to me from within the depths of the sun: For a few Chaos Cycles.

"He's the one who sealed you?"

"... Yeah, that fucking twat. I hope Bahamut stubs his big toe and falls down the stairs. I hate him!~." She screamed, tugging at her hair like a crazy woman. And she glared at me. "Are you going to abuse me too?"

"Eh? Me?" I pointed. " Seriously, are you asking me that? I know you like it rough, but I don't think I'll be abusing you. Honestly, I don't even know what that means when it comes to you. " And I smiled richly. " Are you perhaps scared? Do not worry, Tia. I'll only break you a little. Just a little."

Her cheeks turned a bright red to match her crimson dress. And as if possessed by some strange attraction, I caressed her soft cheek.

"When you were released from your cage. You never spoke of revenge. So? Do you want it?"

"Oh, Arsene. Did you think I didn't take my revenge? I killed all his children and every woman he ever loved. I tore their intestines out and had them gargle them like fucking mouthwash. And when he emerged to save what he held dear, I slaughtered them. I got my revenge long ago. And now Bahamut and I are somewhat chill."

… Can one be chill after something like that happened. And here I thought, Bahamut was sane. Seems he's just as fucked up as everyone else.

But seriously, what the hell. Why is it that in this lifetime, I keep meeting the crazies? It's not fair. This is why Tenebrae is the best girl. She is so normal. I should perhaps live like a mortal and have my wife make me breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Suddenly taking me by the palm, Tiamat pulled me downwards in the chasm and into the abyss of darkness. I shook my head to dismiss unnecessary thoughts and began to observe my surroundings.

Minutes later, I was quick to frown at the strenuous pressure building over my shoulders. "It's growing?"

"Hmmm. Mount Olympus was a divine object existing before the Olympian Gods and perhaps the Titans. I guess you don't have much experience with this Mythology."

"Not really. I spent most of my time screwing over the Norse Pantheon. Still can't believe Zariel resurrected them all."

"A deal was a deal. And the various Gods did their part. Although I feel bad for Sif." Tia said, glancing my way.

"That bitch." I muttered, recalling the whore I had demons run through. "She reaped what she sowed. She drugged and sold many women to Thor. She earned every last bit of torment."

"Her mind… Her mind is so shattered even Zariel is lost at what to do. The only thing she says nowadays is, 'Forgive me.'

"Fuck does that mean?"

A/N: Lol.