Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

A hammer of pressure swirled through me, ripping and shredding my entrails as the pain within me intensified. I groaned, gripping the covers, as Tenebrae's body became like a nectar of calming yin.

No matter how hot my body became or how much the flames around me grew, she stood with a warm smile that made me nothing more than grateful. While this pain was nothing more than what I had experienced before, it felt different with another by my side.

"Many things have changed since your departure, and subsequence returned. "Tene stared gently, resting her cool palms over my chest." Seven Layers of the Thirty-Three Heavens have merged. The Former Leaders of Iluthath are all but dead or slaves. All but you. But you are too weak.

"Devils of Higher Layers are flocking from the various realms towards Iluthath to join the Myriad Event. In turn, the angels are becoming more prominent within the area. Two Archangels have been spotted: Uriel and Raphiel.

"How are Uriel's injuries," I stubbornly asked, unable to resist the trail of blood from my lips and eyes. I lay weakly over my bedding as the world became like cardboard: Weak and flimsy. It all felt so weak, despite my weakness.

"Ariel was summoned and was forced to sever the arm from the soul, which would cripple anyone but an angel, forever ensuring they remain without a limb. However, Angel's physiology ensures they recover from just about anything." Replied Tene softly. " He'll need half a Chaos Cycle to regrow his arm. An entire Chaos Cycle to fully recover. His defeat resulted in a very taxing war. The angels are not playing, nor are the Abyss."

"Who is winning?"

Tenebrae giggled. " The Abyss, of course. It's practically a slaughter. One first-generation Abyssal Fiend can slaughter a thousand Angels. All of them are practically Paragons or Chaos Lords. However, Genesis has joined hands with the Angels. Granting weaponry such as Neurolinks, Cyber Enhancements, Armor that rejects natural laws, and more. From what I hear, Genesis tried to analyze the Abyssal Bloodline. Which summoned all twelve Generals."

"Oh shit."

"Yeah. An entire galaxy died. The Abyss left nothing. Not even the ash. It was such a wild event that Shiva appeared trying to stop them and was forced back. Vita went wild. Wielding Laeviatin, she brought out its true power. What's worse was that Belphegor appeared to help Vita out. Everything has changed, Arsene. From what I know, six Sovereign Lords are within the Hells: Belphegor, Abbadon, Dagon, Belial, Arakiel, Mephisto, and Lucifer." She said with a grave expression that did nothing to relieve the pain intensifying at each moment. "They are apparently siding with the Abyss. And Arsene… Balor has regained his original power."

Sweat swayed over my being as I groaned. Picking myself up, I held onto Tenebrae's waist as my chest pressed tightly against her naked breast. I could feel the hardening of her nipples and the dampness gathering between her legs as she stared deep into my eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"They are analyzing him from what I heard through a few networks of spies. Balor is currently an experiment. They are leaving him alive to see what the Teleth can do. The Virus has already affected every Fallen and Angel. At this point, there is nothing they can do. The moment the Teleth came into being, both Angel and Fallen became contaminated. Right now, they have no choice but to experiment.."

"And what of Zantar?" I grimly asked, a little dazed.

"He, too, has regained his power. He is no Fell God, nor is Balor. They are not close. But they are strong enough to exist within the Origin Realm. Right now. Iluthath has fallen into a strange state of chaos regarding cultivation. Many want to go by the Imperial Order, which many such as Zariel, and I, use to gauge another's power."

Heat still blazing within my being, I tightened my hold over her, embellishing in the cool sensation she brought as my cultivation began to spike and information regarding the darkness fluttered through my mind. My forsaken bloodline boiled, rejecting natural law to such a degree that a void gathered around my castle. While Noctem itself began to pulse with my Forsaken Bloodline, throbbing as a singular heartbeat. I could feel every single inhabitant of my realm.

Blood rained from my nose, bathing our naked bodies as the flames of divinity destroyed my clothing.

"What's the Imperial Order?"

"It starts with Mortal. Which is what everything below the Origin Realm is considered, and then Immortal, which is the realm—AH."

Clenching Tene's cheeks, a delightful moan, swayed my daze mind from what was important, but I couldn't quite focus. Not to mention such information was already within me. I only needed to bring it up within my Hive mind.

An unyielding groan resounded from my throat as a billowing hunger gathered within my eyes as I stared deep into Tenebrae's dark eyes. She quivered and lowered her aura to a somewhat submissive light.

"No. Let me feel your true aura." I demanded in a stony voice.

A vibrant light filled her dark eyes as an ethereal grace carrying a regalness without equal swirled over my body. A linger of ephemeral light blanked me, cooling the core of my being as a Goddess of the Night presented herself to me.

I basked in her glory, gaining a sense of accomplishment that none could comprehend soared through my heart: The Night Mother was mine.

Tenebrae's breath grew a bit labored as her eyes gained the moisture of a water nymph. She revealed a smile filled with temptation. Her hands reached down, gripping something so hard it shuttered, bringing me a sense of pleasure. I shook.

She smiled. "Am I doing it, right?" She asked, maneuvering my spear against her wet slit. Tene quivered as her hips swayed against the thing between her legs.

My teeth gritted against one another as a brutal pressure gathered within my jewels. My fingers sank deeper into Tenes marshmallow ass as a mist of fiery air rose from my lungs and out my mouth. Warm nectar pooled over my spear as I searched Tene's passionate eyes. As if only I existed within her sight, her rolling hips, grinding against my cock, intensified as her luscious moans heightened the state of my lust. Wave after wave of pleasure sank through our bones, dismissing any sort of agitation I held.

Tenebrae pressed her lips against mine, pushing me downwards into the sheets. Her passionate yet inexperienced kiss showed as our tongues battled it out.

POP!!!

Giving her ass a good slap, Tene broke our kiss as a guiser of nectar came. She screamed in pleasure. Quivering uncontrollably as her back arced backward, my fingers rolled forward, snagging her breast firmly. At the same time, my other hand circled the area between her legs.

"AH! AH! AH!" Panting quite heavily. Tenebrae's luscious moans amplified into sweet music as my devilish tendencies flared to life.

"Arsene!" She called, over and over, screaming it from time to time, as my fingers danced over her clit, playing with her downstairs while my right arm enjoyed her breast.

Tenebrae was softer than most pillows, cool to the touch, yet fiery at the same time. It was as if her body was made just for me. It was perfect.

By the time, I couldn't hold back any longer. Sweat and blood drenched our bodies as my demonic spear throbbed against her. Bulging to such a degree, it burned.

Lifting my two fingers wet with her fluid, I smiled, giving it a taste. I looked dead into her flushed expression, 'You taste sweeter than honey."

Practically feeling Tenebrae's heart hammering away as her misty eyes wet with ecstasy quivered, I positioned her onto the bed and hovered over her. Taking in every aspect of this immaculate goddess.

Running my fingers from her garden up to her mouth, I smiled. " Taste it," I told her, watching as her tongue reached out, getting a taste of herself. Her tongue coiled like a little baby snake around my fingers, licking them clean. She smiled.

"Do it… I'm ready."

"Do what?" I asked, wanting her to say the words. Needing her too.

I positioned my weaponry against her garden wall, enjoying that unfathomable pleasure racing from between her legs.

Tenebrae's cherry lips opened, and without a hint of hesitation, she spoke. "Fuck me."