Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Staring as Zariel vanished, I glanced at Pride feeding over an endless horde of souls.

"Lily… why was there no backlash?"

"Because Pride protected you." She replied. " It took on everything but the consequence of your actions. Congrats, by the way. You're officially famous throughout the Myriad heavens. Killing a Priest From the Cathedral of Eternal Flames. Man, you've got some balls. Those racist bastards will be gunning for you."

"Racist?"

"Yeah, their main base is in the origin realm. They are a bunch of humans that believe that humans are the only true race. Servants of the Eternal Flames is how they identify."

"... They worship a… flame?"

I could practically envision Lily shrugging at my words. " Yup. I don't understand it, but they are a growing cult that Crowe got caught up in over a nice piece of ass. That was an odd situation."

"Wow… I got to meet Crowe. My god. He can't be Zariels, son."

"That is the growing theory."

"But my brother doesn't get hoes."

"... Well, he is married."

"But he gets no hoes."

"Again, he is married."

Dismissing Pride alongside Noctem, I turned towards Iluthath, having felt my earlier anger fade.

"Lily… am I in trouble?"

"No idea. Zariel has your back, but you broke a lot of rules. Zariel has long categorized you on the side of Chaos, so you have leeway. Not to mention dozens of Fallen and Archangels are currently on Iluthath. So I'm going to say no for now. But you never know."

Releasing a long sigh, I soared down from the atmosphere, "How is Hellmaster?"

"Tried to fuck him, ended up getting my body destroyed." She said plainly without the slight bit of mournful hubris.

I paused. " I'm sorry. You tried to what?"

"Got him naked and everything. I was so close. I know he was tempted."

… Just how strong is Lily? Is she really a system? Or is she more of a collected conscious much like some believe GOD to be but for the Abyss? She was in Lilith, now my son and daughter, but Lilith did say all Abyssal Fiends have their own Lily.

Is she the Desire?

"Are… are you not mad? YOu had your body destroyed."

"Mad? Lily's, the boss! She'll be back." The exuberant system sang. "Hellmaster will father my kids one day. Mark my words."

And now I've got a new monster to fear. A world of Lily. My god. Even Zariel will have to cower. The rein of Lily is something all gods and demons ought to fear.

Hearing Lily's diabolical laugh resounded. A shiver ran right through me. " I know what my mistake was. I need to return to arcadia to Iza and Ves's side. I need to continue being their system administrator."

"Lily, what madness are you speaking about?"

Resuming my travel through the confines of space and through the atmosphere of Iluthath, I sighed as Lily turned silent. I turned towards the kingdom whose barrier.

Staring at the dozens of arms gods standing before me, I found a delectable smile.

"Have you come to offer up your surrender?" I said to words the gods that carried the crest of a Griffen eating the moon. "I would surrender if I were you."

The armed gods hovering over the kingdom below parted, revealing a pale-looking Lord. He was short, almost like a dwarf, with large azure eyes and a snow-white bone crown embedded into his skull. He approached, sanding a third of my height.

Standing proudly before me as if we were equals, my smile thinned. " Kneel."

The dwarf king's head grew bowed, and his knees buckled as he fell upon them over the confines of space laws.

"Spare my people, Monarch."

"Spare?" My lips inched downwards. " There must be a punishment. Did my ambassador not issue a decree?"

The False King's shoulders trembled, and I could feel his heart bleed in despair as his hopes began to crumble to ash, little by little.

"Yes, My Lord." He addressed.

"And was my will ignored?"

'Yes, My Lord."

"As a king, should there not be a level of pride in my royal decree?" I stepped closer, tempted to plant my foot over this dwarf's head. "Spare your people? I dare say I'd be a fool to do so. I could enslave you for cycles to come, break your will to a point the thought of slavery will seem normal. Or…"

He looked up with hopeful eyes.

"Or I could turn you all into demons to ravage this land in my name."

Noctem flashed in my palm and pierced the king's eyes, tearing straight into his soul, where a sigil of hell flared to life.

A dreadful howl echoed as the gods watched on, unable to take their eyes away as their king's flesh began to burn away. His back began to morph, growing long amorphic tentacles red as pillars of blood. His head grew long and elongated, with five horns growing from his crown, while his arms and legs seemed to be stretched and twisted into hideous beast-like limbs.

"My KING!" Howled some of his men.

"NO! STAY AWAY!" Shouted the demonic-looking lord, as his jaw began to grow beastal fangs. "Spare them! Spar….them."

Staring coldly down at the strange-looking demon whose eyes blazed red, I pointed toward the castle grounds and smiled.

"Kill each and every one of them, and I'll spare you're, people. This is your punishment. I hope you had the sense to hide your children."

"GRRRRRRRRRR~!" Growled the demon king, to my amusement. He turned towards the castle below.

"Hurry, you fools! Hide the princess and her child! Hurry!" Shouted some of the gods as they rushed towards the palace grounds. "Hold back, the K—!'

Blood washed over my eyes as the demonic beast clawed a poor high god in half, spilling his entrails over the ground. The former king sniffed the blood, appearing as nothing more than a beast, and began gorging itself upon the poor god.

Laughter sprung from my lips as I stared at the few gods who remained. " Spread my name over this realm! Spread the name of the Monarch of Darkness. Let this be a warning to you and the denizens of Ilutahth. Kneel or perish."