Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 312: Breaking Point - To War

Cutting the connection with Bael, my heart suddenly began to pulse uncontrollably, when all of a sudden, blood began to fall from my head. Yet, there were no gashes or any open lacerations.

Not understanding what was happening, blood began to fall from my eyes. Wobbling for a few seconds, I fell on my two knees, confused. Clenching my chest a cold, and hollow force gripped my heart as if something was taken.

Trying to push my body up, I fell upon my face, unable to find the strength to rise. Coughing up a mouthful of blood, tears of blood continued to fall as a sorrow I never felt fell like rain.

"Arsene!" Freya hastily shouted, rushing to my side.

Feeling her grip upon my body, a massive gush of darkness pushed her away as a mournful cry escaped my lips.

"Lilith," I whispered, unable to feel her existence anymore.

No... This is a trick. Yes, it must be. It must be. Sitri, would not kill her. Asmodeus would not, would he? I know nothing of him. He is a Devil!

"NO!" I shouted, allowing darkness to flow upon my body like serpents.

"Arsene, what has happened." Freya, this foolish bitch asked, trying to mask her amusement.

Peering deeper into her soul than ever before, Freya suddenly exploded out with a powerful divinity trying to push me out. She had felt something this time. However, how could this walking devil's heart be able to? If one had no knowledge of what your Dao was or how it worked, how could one block it? Knowledge is power, and this is what made Mortal Dao so powerful!

"Arsene, what are you doing!" Freya howled, trying to force me to my knees with the massive amount of divinity from her body. But, how could I? I needed to find her. She knows something!

"Tell me everything you know!" I bellowed, coughing up a mouthful of blood walking towards Freya, feeling my very soul breaking in sorrow.

"Do not make me kill you!" Freya coldly said. Her gaze turning chilly yet, her words fell upon deaf ears. I would not back down even if death was involved.

"You will tell me what I want to know." I viciously demanded.

"Arsene, calm down! At least tell me what you want to know!" Freya hastily shouted, slowly turning pale as images of the past began to flicker by.

Watching everything from the moment I met with her to this point in a matter of seconds, my knowledge of the gods and Freya's experience filled my soul, leaving me even colder.

"You know nothing," I shouted in rage, sending tremors throughout my city. Clenching my fist, I bellowed as a massive amount of flames began to storm the skies.

Walking past Freya, who seemed a little out of it, a faceless appeared before me. "What is thy wish, my master."

"Ready the garrison and demonic wyverns. We are joining this war now!"

"But your grace we—"

Tearing the head off The faceless, I roared in untamed anger as the entire city began to shake uncontrollably. Suddenly a massive amount of Qi began to be consumed at an impeccable rate, vanishing to the depts of Aze. In a matter of seconds, the tremors across Aze began to grow more intense before the entire landmass began to hover off the ground as thousands of formations began to fill the skies consuming my city.

"Arsene!" Victoria and the Abyssal children said, flashing to my side. "We cannot feel Master!"

"Prepare to head to the battlefield." I barked in tearful eyes, watching as my blood began to turn black as night.

Like a monster that should not exist, abyssal scales began to fill my face while two horns from my demonic bloodline began to form, tearing through my flesh into the world for the first time.

"Everything... Everything will burn!" I said as twenty demonic demons appeared behind me, "are you all ready?"

Scrunching his furry brow, the scarred minotaur snorted flames, "We are always ready! It is only during battle do we, Zefiomor Minotaur feel alive!"

Bearing my fangs like a feral beast, the hollow suffering in my heart only grew, tearing away what little sanity I held. The blood upon my body, however, had never stopped continuously overflowing.

"That is not all Arsene!" The voice of the Vampiric Twins shouted out from the void, "Allow us to show you those from the House of Asmodeus. The Followers of Her Highness, Seiriyis Sel De Asmodeus, Princess of The Nine Realms."

Peering towards the ten Demonic Gods behind the Twins, I scrunched my brow, "who the hell is that?"

"It is Ezra." Mare informed, lowering her head, "they arrived just now when we felt her soul connection with us vanish. They have also brought various metals you requested from the nines. Given to her ladyship, as gifts and whatnot."

"Same with our master," Esla added, glaring towards me, "How are we getting her back!" she demanded in a threatening flare.

"Watch your damn tone!" I shouted, trying to cut my connection with my emotions. Yet, no matter how much I tried, the black blood upon my body continued to flow endlessly.

"NO! WHERE IS OUR MASTER!" The abyssal children all bellowed, drawing their weapons.

"enough!" Anya shouted, "This is not the time. Prince Sitri is obviously behind this. He is trying to sow discord. We need to keep calm and focused. "

Ignoring the words of Anya, the entire city of Aze slowly began to fade into the darkness vanishing from Midgard all together entering the depts of the shadow realm.

Startled by my action, the city of Aze began to move through the darkness at my will. Passing through the void of Shadows, we stopped. Looking towards everyone, I sneered,

"No more calm, no more focus! Sitri... Sitri is dead. That fucker is dead! That I promise to the True GOD! HE IS DEAD!" I screamed with unrelenting hatred when all of a sudden, the city of flames came into the light falling from the heavens towards the outskirts of the battlefield below.

"SHIT!!!!" Everyone around me screamed, feeling the gravity of the entire city falling like a spear towards the earth. Time had seemed to stop, for most as a blast so powerful, all of Midgard shook exploded.

BOOOM!!!!!!

Destroying anything that was below us, I alone rose into the air. A ruthless, feral malice rising from my soul into the land of Midgard.

"Sitri, you will pay for what you did. I am not as defenseless as one might think. Bael might have been fucked over, but there are those that do not give any fucks about Asmodeus's trials. There are those who would challenge him, isn't that right Leviathan, Azeroth, and Baphomet? You three are going to help me whether you all like to or not!