Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

The winds shifted at my call, gathering as if called upon by a supreme force. A chill danced along my spine as rising darkness swallowed the skies, darkening the ruins of what was left after I transported the Godwoods and its inhabitants away.

She appeared, and my eyes went wide as the abyss. Wrapped in a snow-white robe that seemed to have been crafted by the finest silk, Freya’s small oval features and chubby cheek carried an innocent hue far in contrast to the drop-dead woman she once was… her legs now too short stubs with a head larger then her body… she was like a cute doll.

“My god, I’m going to jail….” I squealed as she materialized. Her doe-like eyes sparkled a vibrant red. “You’re a goddamn loli!”

Freya glared up at me and folded her arms. “Stupid Master… Even after you filled my holes multiple times you—”

Covering Freya’s mouth before any more was said, I glanced around at the judgy eyes of my enemies, and for the first time, I truly felt shame.

“Guys… It’s not what you think.”

“Freya is surprised she’s not pregnant.”

“God, why! Shut it.” I moaned, inwardly cursing my luck.

Freya looked no more than ten. A kid that hadn’t even struck puberty: How did this happen? And why Freya? She was so… AHHHH~

“I knew you were depraved… but a Loli-Con.” Zantar began with a look of scorn in his eyes. “You disappoint me, Arsene.” he shook his head and exchanged glances with the Rankers.

“Have you received your power?” I coldly asked, sensing the shift in the air. I could feel Tia’s aura ready to strike, but she hadn’t made herself known, only her aura.

“I’ve experienced Rebirth, my Lord,” Freya said calmly. “With each passage of Heaven, we traversed. My age would regress while my power would grow. I don’t know why these people are after you, my Lord, but… Freya can help.”

Stretching her hands into the void, Freya pulled two swords. One pure black, the other white. Signifying Yin and Yang, Life and Death. And as if a transformation of her aura had taken place. The aura of the emperor thundered through the Heavens and Earth. As if a Fallen Angel had appeared, demonic energy so sinful yet dark crackled over the skies of the Godwoods.

Freya narrowed her doe-like eyes, and her small stature seemed to grow. No more was she merely a child but a god amongst gods.

Holding Death in a reverse grip, she pointed the Blade of Life toward Zantar: “Are you the insect who created this mess?”

“…” I knew Shadowfell was powerful… but this was a little crazy. I wonder if she can rival a true Fallen like Zantar? Zantar is older and is sure to have many trump cards. But Freya… Well, she wasn’t a queen for no reason.

It’s a shame this isn’t a formal battle. It would have been fun to watch.

Shaking my head, Noctem appeared in my palm as I stared coldly at the Rankers. As a brewing storm cascaded over the horizon.

“I’ll handle Arsene.” A blue-haired Ranker said, if not demanded, pulling my interest. He shot me a charming smile, summoning an azure spear. “It’s been a while since I fought a Monarch.”

A familiar aura rose from the Ranker.

“Yovel, put aside your arrogance. None of us is a match for Arsene by ourselves. That’s why I summoned Fifty of you. You are merely a former Monarch now.” Zantar scowled. “No one will abide by your wishes.”

“Oh? So you were a Monarch… Let me guess, Monarch of Water? You got blue hair, so… Could be thunder… but you are the first man I’ve seen with blue hair.” I said, chuckling coldly at the fool. I took a step forward, my footsteps caring a profoundness that was unique to the darkness.

I appeared before Yovel, hundreds of afterimages, trying to keep up with my speed. And before the Formor Monarch of Water or whatever the hell he was could react, a fierce blow that shook the void crackled like a booming clash of thunder as my foot hurled him through the Earth.

Like a cannon that couldn’t be stopped, Yovel pierced through hundreds of rivers and mountains and was quickly torn from Iluthath into space till his body was no more than a distant star. 𝒃𝙚𝙤𝙫𝒆𝒍．𝙘𝒐𝙢

Lifting my lips to the shaken expression of everyone. I sneered as the hundreds of afterimages suddenly splintered off course. Each of them sped towards the Rankers. In a matter of seconds, the gods began an all-out war against me.

Shadow Dance

The one technique I’d created through my hellish training, having faced Zariel so many times within Infringement of Time. Shadow Dance was based on speed, darkness, and illusions; I could use my afterimages as weapons rather than illusions anyone could cut apart.

It wasn’t nearly as powerful as Blood Clones, which uses my mine and my Ancestors’ power, but it was definitely a good substitute. Especially since creating Blood Clones would cut my Pool of Qi in half.

Shadow Dance didn’t require much, only a sliver of Qi and a great understanding of Darkness, Illusions… And the Path of Abyssal Night ensured these images were ‘real.’

“ARSENE!!!!” Zantar howled, dashing towards this Lord. Freya appeared before him, her eyes a cold flame of darkness.

“Die!” She shouted and swiped Death toward his head while Life headed towards his groan. But in an inhuman feat, Zantar reacted by pivoting off his feat midflight, his eyes spirling necrotic energy that suddenly congealed into the material plain.

“Arc of the Fall,” He chanted, sending the hairs on my neck on end. My pupils shrank as a great magical circle appeared between Freya and Zantar. And before my Knight could react, emerald light bled from the Circle.

Arcs of ethereal lightning flared into creation, bleeding an intense Almighty essence. A chain reaction came as Golden Seraphic Qi appeared within the clouds.

“DODGE!!!” I shouted as an almighty essence ensnared me locking down my movements. Two blades of lightning splintered Heaven and Earth creating a cross shape blaze of Necrotic And Seraphic Qi, hitting Freya from two points.

“Circle of Life!” Freya’s icy voice followed as I stared in fascination at the profound nature of her sword. I shuddered in utter shock as the two arcs of lightning whirled in a circle with the passage of her sword. The two energies trailed after her sword as if tamed.

“Retribution of Death,” Freya continued as the same energy Zantar used suddenly gathered at the Tip of the Sword of Death. She smiled, and the energy vanished.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

Blood swarmed the skies as two arcs of lightning crossed over Zantars chest, piercing the Earth and swallowing the skies. In a blink of an eye, Serpahic and Necrotic Energy collided in a cross shape pillar of destruction, blinding everyone on the battlefield.