Monarch Of Darkness, Arsene

Lifting my gaze towards the echoes of the night consuming the Nine realms in its darkness, a trace of fear gripped my soul as both Sitri, and I peered out towards him. Even if he stood trillions of light-years away, I could feel it. Tenebrae had descended upon the land caressing his body with her darkness.

"A Dao Heart," Sitri whispered in shock, rising from his chair.

Gradually all-natural light that existed with the world faded, leaving only a world of black even to those that could see within the darkness.

"So he is to be her chosen!" The Prince of Hell stated, turning his ruby eyes towards me, "You don't seem to be happy? Think his connection with you may be gone after this?"

Ignoring his words, the echoes of Arsene's heart began to pour into my soul. Feeling his cruelty, Power, and Intent, I smiled, lifting my head towards him.

Feeling a few tears slip down my cheek, a smile I could not contain filled my soul. This was where he would finally begin his bath, into Godhood.

"Hm, I didn't have this inside my plan. It would seem he is truly beloved by Tenebrae; he must have undoubtedly entered the Shadow Realm." Sitri coldly muttered with a smile. "Tell me then, Lilith, what do you think I should do?"

"Nothing, we both know you cannot interfere, and even if you could. Tenebrae is currently standing guard; even if you managed to push her will aside, do you think it would be worth it? Her will, like the Abyss, is very complex, but I do think you should give it a try."

"You underestimate me. I am a devil that stands by the Nines. Tenebrae... I owe her nothing.

Not responding to his words, my mind began to fade as I felt the darkness call out to me. Hearing its soft, gentle, ethereal whisper pressed against my ears. A drowsy hue slowly began to press against my abyssal soul.

"Arsene," I whispered, noticing my vision beginning to fade.

"Girl, what has happened?" Sitri called out.

Confused, my sights slowly slipped deeper and deeper into darkness as the whisper grew stronger. I could feel his Will, his intent for power, for freedom.

"He calls to you Child of the Abyss," A whisper of darkness said, "he calls to you within his will. Tell me, little one, why does he call for you and not I?"

"I am his wife... His mate, and you, his mother." I said, unable to only speak the truth I meant not to share.

"He is my chosen, now. A creature of Darkness, a Shadowfell. One born of the Demons and Devils of Nines, molded by the abyssal force he held and purged by my will."

"Shadowfell?"

"Yes, that will be the new name of his race, for he is no longer what he was before. Arsene Snow of the Nines hells is gone. Shadowfell is what he is now. A being not of my will, nor anyone but his own.

Touching my heart, I smiled, feeling a sense of completion. "Tenebrae... why did you choose him?"

"I was asked, asked by one feared by all even I. He came to me upon the Dawn of End. Revealing his intent, and I agreed."

"You were scared? Are you not one of the oldest entities in creation?"

"Yes, but when 'He' gave me life, from my darkness, a will became a thought than soon a body. I became sentient and vulnerable to such mundane concepts." Said Tenebrae without emotion.

"He?" I whispered, touching my chest as a thought suddenly came to me.

"Than am I?"

"Yes," She said as my reality began to spin, twisting and turning.

"How?" I asked only to be met with silence. Lowering my head, the gentle echoes of Arsene's will continued upon my soul, melding within me as tears began to fall.

"Lilith," Tenebrae whispered, "Watch out for Soloman, Sitri is a very intelligent Devil but Soloman, is different. And his sights are upon my chosen. Be careful, for he is here within Midgard.

Confused by her words, my vision onse again slipped as it shifted, appearing before a man I had not seen within five years. Reaching out, I held his face feeling his heartbeat pulsing through my arm.

"Mother!" Zanris called out, sensing me, not seeing.

Caressing his lips with mine, I closed my eyes, reappearing within the office of Sitri. Rushing to grip my neck, I ignored the crushing sensation as my eyes and mind faded.

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"Can't you heal? You are an Arch-Devil?" the voice of Einar sounded. "I am not a slave, you know!"

"Just heal her, you annoying shit!"

"So you come to me! Well, kneel! For I Einar shall only heal her if..."

Hearing the echoes of ferocious slaps followed by childish whimpers, my eyes slowly opened towards a face similar to a pufferfish glaring at me.

"Your awake!" It said. "See, I told you you didn't need me!"

"Einar?"

"Missed me?" He asked, simply ignorant of his face, "It's been five... or is it a thousand this bastard placed me in a Time prison. It has been hell! I have literally zero people to talk to, and Truck-kun doesn't answer when I call!"

"You are a strange Angel," I could not help but say. Recalling how ridged ordinary angels are."

"Thanks," said Einar, "being compared to those bastards is seriously annoying. Although that Time prison is a bit better than heaven. It's even more boring there!"

"That cannot be true." Sitri adamantly stated, "Arent there like orgies and shit up there? It is heaven after all!"

"Fuck no! Maybe behind closed doors, hiding within five layers of pocket dimensions that link to the Astral Sea and then to The Shadow Realm, Elysium, and various other places, you might find an orgy with an angel, but those bastards are far too stiff. Don't even know if they can get hard."

"How the hell are you not a fallen?" Sitri questioned, astonished by the odd angel, "I have meant to ask, but I find it very strange you have not fallen yet!"

Healing his own face, Einar snickered, stylishly flicking his hair, "Me, fall? Come now, Sitri, your dark excellency. I am an avid believer in the Heavenly Father, plus I stand with the Universes, Ultimate Killer! Hail Truck-kun! And welcome the Echoes of Her horn! PAAAAAMP PAAAAAMP!"

"You're an idiot!"

"Agreed," I said alongside a Prince of Hell.