Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

An auspicious grin couldn’t help but rise to my lips at the subservience within Belius. But it wasn’t surprising, but it also wasn’t real. There were no demons one could control. They were impulsive creatures with a long, randomized list of triggers.

No matter what I do or say, these bastards’ souls are so distorted mistakes are bound to happen. Even if Belius were to become a Shadowfell, his mentality would not benefit. Rather I suspect his arrogance and rebelliousness would increase.

He is arrogant. That much is clear. But that’s what I need. Let’s hope he isn’t stupid.

“You’ll be responsible for the Eastern sector of Iluthath. That is where my territory is.” I told him, holding him dead into my eyes. “I know about demons’ impulses well. So I’ll make myself clear now. You intentionally harm those beneath me, touch my Zanris, and you’ll face a torment that would make the Father weep.”

The glow beneath Demon Kings Belius’s eyes shimmered through his heart, which felt scattered as if there wasn’t a linear thought within him but a web of arbitrary thoughts and feelings.

“As you command, m’lord.”

“Then get into position,” I ordered, sensing a fluctuation gathering from the planet below.

I glanced at it, as many others did, frowning as a throbbing flair of Abyssal Qi whirled out of a strange magical circle gathering out of nothing. We stared in utter fascination as nature itself flared to life.

The grass and leaves whirled with multicolored light as though they were part of a kaleidoscope of various shapes and patterns, congealing into various subspecies. It was as if we were watching billions of years of evolution before our eyes as life itself took on hundreds of evolutions.

Even the laws and concepts began to mutate, twisting and growing… more corporeal.

I shook.

According to Tenebrae, all elements originated from darkness.

Tenebrae created the light upon the Father’s request, and she molded the moon(Lunafreya) to watch over the Father’s creations, granting them a path within the eternal night. Each Element held a corporal form, a gift from the Father before the Angels or any sentience existence saw the light of day or the dark. However, since each Element held a ruler, Fire was Ifrit, who sided with the Fallen Azazel, tarnishing himself. Water, Undine, whose love molded life into being. Air was the fair maiden sylph, whose kindness feathered creation, and Earth, Grome, whose will hammer the will to exist into being.

All four were created by the Darkness, Mythra, and Luna in one way or another. And each held a corporeal form, the same as Tenebrae. They were immortal primordials whose power was so intense the One restricted their mortal forms.

However, it was impossible for there to be… another one. Another Elemental of the same existence. And yet…

“That’s impossible,” Zariel said, inching towards me: A look I’d never seen in him stirring my insides with looming dread. “That’s a full-fledge Lesser Primordial. Aurelia… you seeing this?”

Within the heart of the Villium Vally, we stared at the Mutated Chaos Dew materializing from nothing, and the swirling vortex of energy gathered around the small droplet. Four Fiends, Monsters… humans… or perhaps primordials gathered around the vortex, acting something like guards of sorts.

I gulped, sensing the outrageous energy that surpassed even that of the Archangels.

and words left my mouth without hesitation: “Lilith, forget about Uriel… That Dew… That’s our focus.”

Sweat slithered down my brow as a sensation of dread rippled through my bones, stirring my inside.

“Arsene… Aurelia.” Zariel began. “I’ll keep the energy in check, ensuring we don’t all die. But we need to destroy that thing.”

“ARSENE!!!!!!!” A harsh voice of Balor and Zantar howled.

“Ignore them!” Zariel snapped. “That… Dew… that… thing needs to be destroyed.” 𝒃𝙚𝙤𝙫𝒆𝒍．𝙘𝒐𝙢

“I agree with Zariel… that aura… it’s similar to the relic leading to that slaughter in Arcadia.” The chilling voice of the Pale Lord said as she emerged. Shattering the confines of space into shards of ethereal light that danced around her small figure. “I’ll help stabilize the area with you.”

“Eh!”

Suddenly sensing, a flame-like creature whose appearance resembled a demon of sorts appeared inches from my face, his palm a firey blaze of fire and stone just about touched my nose. Time froze as death whipped over my soul.

Faster than anything I’d ever seen before, I felt the world slow and freeze as the infringement bled from this thing’s palm.

“BROTHER!!!” Zariel howled, unsheathing a strange sword I’d barely caught a glimpse of as the fusion of Tenebrae and Shadowfell techniques whirled through my mind.

Shadow Step and Black Sabbath activated into an infinite sea of darkness, granting me a sense of such authority. I found myself a lesser being infringing on existence as Uriel took my spot. We swapped.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM~

A blinding ray of utter abyssal qi howled through causality, tearing apart both armies and leaving nothing behind but the harsh cries of the dead.

Flames of the Abyss flared over the reality of the thirty-three heavens as the ghoulish cry of the beast caring Ifrits image howled its first cry.

I groaned, spewing blood from my lips and eyes, holding on for dear life as the shockwave rattled my core.

“Insignifanct insect.” Zariel thundered, shattering the Abyssal Flames into embers that gathered within his palm. A cruel grin over his face as reality itself twisted to his will.

“Stop… Let the Angels, Devils, and Abyssal Fiends handle this.” The Pale Lord shouted. “We must stabilize this lower realm. Or at least push it to a level higher than the Origin Realm, less it falls apart.”

“What the hell are those things?” I muttered, Shadow Stepping away from the army of angels to my side. I glared at Uriel, holding that thing’s palm. Somehow managing to block that dangerous blow.

“You are not the silver devil… you are but a lesser elemental. Forged by the Abyss.” He claimed, his arms trembling as seven magical circles gathered above his head. The Archangels shook as I felt the anger of a fallen twist within his heart.

Uriel clenched his right fist and struck, striking the monster in its chest. “Die you filthy existence of a primordial.”

Holy Radiance tore through the darkness, carving, tearing half of the monster’s body in half, as a howl thundered from the Archangel. The Seven Magical Circles trembling like mini stars about to go critical, rupturing Subspace itself.

“Fallen Radiance”