Monarch Of Darkness, Arsene

It was all a mess, everything. The skies were falling apart, the air stung like molten tar, and the ground was nothing more than a barren wasteland. Then there was Arsene. My Arsene!

There was an entire three hours gone, I could very well tell. Then that painful squeal he delivered, and that dreadful look he had once I touched him. He was damaged. Damaged so bad, I felt my soul breaking like his mind.

But I knew. I finally understood why this was happening, just not the how.

"Focus," Arsene suddenly warned, sending my heart into a flutter state.

I could not even focus, not when he was like so. Not when I could ever so feel the slight hint of killing intent upon his breath.

"Sorry," I weakly said, glancing up at his face covered in ash. Had I not known him, I would have never recognized him.

Everything had gone to plan in its usual way except for the Etherial Essense forming upon high. The Chosen were safe with Talos, but this place was about to be hell on earth in a few seconds.

With each step we took towards the teleport, it was growing harder to breathe as the rain of death began to pour endlessly without patten. The screams were growing ever-present in my ear, but things were only going to get worse as we arrived surrounded by a few hundred poor souls rushing towards the Hexagonal Teleporter.

"Woman! First," A dreadful howl seemed to strike in the air, where we stood.

"Equality! Fuck the woman! Let me go!" Shouted a larger man, in tears holding onto his child, no more than a couple years.

She was choking on the ash that was not normal in any sense of the word. It was burning, trying to poison those of lesser natures.

"How can you say that!" Another woman screamed, with tears rushing towards the portal only for someone to tug her by the hair ripping her very scalped from her head, without care. She screamed, dropping like a shivering pig.

Holding my stare on those around the teleporter, I turned to Arsene, still holding the mini transmitted given to us by Talos.

'Sene,' I called into his ear, 'Tell grandpa to hit our location. Too many people.'

I did not like doing so, but I needed to go first, and all these people were simply going to die anyway the moment they passed into the Pale Gate.

Bitterly smiling, he handed me the transmitter, shaking his head, "Have no idea where we are, lol."

Idiot

Snatching his transponder, a faint amount of pure celestial qi streamed from my hand and onto the transponder. Humming to life, I whispered our exact location based upon the Dao of Space.

It had not even taken a single blink for hundreds of pillars of light to mark us with its intent. Disintegrating the weaker few, Sene and I weaved our way through without much care as I swiftly placed us into another dimension. An arte that would not really work on people but rather lifeless beams like these starship cannons.

Reaching the portal, I did not hesitate to activate it, but that was when I felt a powerful amount of demonic Qi howl into the air by Arsene's side.

"Yael, our game is about to start," he said as we vanished the moment I felt he had appeared, taking away all the light and dark from the realm of Alos.

Slipping through the cracks around the Pale Gate, we appeared within a hidden chamber where thousands of people lay in terrible condition. Many were without limbs bleeding out on the barren ground with lifeless stares.

'Sene, what are you planning?' I sent over our connection, baffled by why he used demonic Qi to call Yael over.

"We need time. Killing him is not really going to happen now. So I think it's best we trap him temporarily. I need the space to use some of my demonic Artes or at least get another angel not so dreadful." He meticulously said, surveying his surroundings with cold indifference.

"He will see, our trap. Oh, I see, you want him in the Etherial Realm. Yael appearing has turned the battlefield into chaos more so than it already is."

Hastily taking me by the hand, he nodded solemnly. Making our way past the various refugees, a whole new city came into our view, but it too was in chaos, as thousands of gods could be seen coming and going. Many were injured, but just as they came, there a team of gods would appear, healing their injures at a visible rate.

I didn't know what was going on, but this battle was definitely going to have a complicated consequence.

Pulling me, Arsene appeared for the first time to know where he was going'”shit, we forgot Arkanos! Damn it. I am a terrible aunty! I hope Talos got her!

"Sene we'”"

"Shh," he sharply hissed, gazing at the towering building just ahead. "There."

Narrowing my gaze at the dense Etherial Essene, Sene and I scanned the area the best we could. Using the Dao of Space and Karma, I studied the millions of strings wrapped around this place.

Seeing a few dozen or so people there, Sene turned to me with a smile, "Ready?"

"umn,' I hummed with a nod.

Rushing in with desperate looks on our faces, Sene and I ignored the few others that appeared to look just like us. Knowing it was still too early for everything to get under wraps as of yet, Sene led me to a magical train that zoomed us towards a mountain in the distance.

Noticing the faint trail of Demonic Qi, Arsene's lips curled up, peering behind us to where we first appeared.

'Remove the Pale Gate, and let Paradise have a good battle. Our goal is all but achieved.

Closing my eyes, the Horseman Gate hummed at my will, appearing within my dantian with but a thought. Lightly smiling, the metro came to a steady halt.

"What the hell do you mean a majority were drugged! Expunged the damn toxins!" A brutish voice screamed, "We are under attack. Send in our core unit. We will make this damn Court of Nox pay. The Master is fuming!"

Sneaking off the train, I gazed at the dozen or so people just at the base of the mountain screaming when all of a sudden tyrannical angelic power began to burn the skies.

Rushing ahead, not caring who saw, Arsene suddenly took my hand before shadow stepping through the mountain. Heading after the steady stream of Lifeforce, the pits of my stomach began to turn a little jittery at the thought of becoming pregnant.

We are almost there.