Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Is this all due to the Silver Devil, or are these forces working together to corrupt Arsene? It seems like we entered the lion's den.

'Tell me about the Monarchs Will?"

Monitoring how the very world around me turned to black, I saw a lonesome stone throne that sat high above, overlooking the realm of darkness. There was nothing spectacular or beautiful about it, but my gaze could not leave it.

"The Will of the Monarch is the Will of the absent king, formed by the endless chaos cycles without its rightful ruler. Back when Noctem was open, during the Age of Shadow, the previous Prince sought the throne but was killed by one of the Silver Devils' core members."

Surveying the illusionary throne that was now within Father's hands, I circled it, pondering over the implications. " Am I to guess this Prince is now inside Sene?"

"That would be impossible since he is a soul bender. Even if such a thing did not exist before the Great Change, we are now bound by its laws even here in the Ethereal Plane. A soul bender cannot be Soul attacked."

But the Will. The Will itself is different. At the same time, it is a part of the Soul; it is also different due to the nature of a Will being so simple to even be considered a soul attack. Two Wills one that wishes for a Monarch, while the other wishes for who knows, but they were corrupting my Sene.

It is the Spectors doing, but it's due to the influence of the Monarch and the Prince's Will.

"So it's due to the Spector within Sene that is the cause of my concern. Is there a way to kill it?" I asked, not truly caring to sever such a thing from Sene. What I wanted to destroy were the Monarchs and Prince's Will.

They may be able to corrupt Sene's other self, but what if somehow they are able to get a mind of their own. They needed to die before his body adaptation saw them as part of the original.

"The only power capable of destroying such a power would be the Nether. A Qi formed only in the Plane of Oblivion. Due to its inherent properties of destroying souls, unlike demonic Qi that torments, Angelic that saves, and Etherial that prolongs. Nether Qi Destroys." Said the Etherial voice.

More lies, no doubt. So only Abyssal Energy will help. That will explain Sene's dense killing intent regarding the Path of Abyssal Night. More lies and Truth, who the hell is after us?

"Do you know who it was who killed The Previous Prince? Sene might know who it is." I asked, hoping this thing would not be like that.

"His name in this life and the last was Vancurro, The God Shattering Wolf."

Scrunching my brow at the name, my mind flickered back, recalling the face of that man Sene and I met on the pier.

Was that him? God Shattering Wolf sounds so edge lordy.

(A/N: He likes wolfes lol.)

"During his Active years during the Days of Order and Chaos, Vancurro and Arsene waged war together against a man known as Aldrich under the order of the Silver Devil, Zariel Snow."

"Wait! What! Snow?" I hastily shouted for him to explain.

"You thought it was just a coincidence? It was his mother's name, who was murdered out of spite—the now family of three then became known as the House of Snow."

Widening my eyes at this new information, I suddenly placed my hands upon the Blade of Morningstar. Hearin its hum of recognition, I could only frown in wonder.

"I see, but how did Zariel wipe the memories of everyone here?" I patiently inquired, "You all seemed to know all of this; why was it so surprising that he was the one who did it."

"Because it was only a few months ago that we didn't. You use the Silver Devils' name so casually, but we do not. His name holds power, just like yours." Said the voice fearfully. "Even now, we are still trying to piece together what happened."

Zariel Snow, Arsene Snow, and Truck-kun... I'm not calling her that—a family of three.

Lifting my lips, having decided I was done. I looked up, "send me back. I will use the rest of my time to help Sene." I lovingly said, knowing our peaceful moment would not last as soon as they fulfill their end of the deal. If Zariel screwed them over like so, I bet they will come for revenge.

I just need to hold off for three days.

Teleporting me back before the Seven elders who talked in unison, I smiled lightly as they welcomed me back with a bow. Returning the sentiment, I cuffed my hands before rushing off after Sene.

Following the faint whiff of his sent in the air, I immediately hid my presence, needing to test a theory.

Weaving through the southern area of the Libary, I noticed the odd cluster of various books depicting the concepts of Chaos and Destruction, two fields Sene had no proficiency in. Unlike me, who was nearing the Peak of the Seventh level of both.

Starings at Sene silently reading without much concern, without a shred of killing intent, I approached, allowing myself to be known.

Glancing up at me with a vibrant smile, a flicker of killing intent appeared at my presence, proving my theory. I am being monitored, but their knowledge should only be of what Arsene holds and see with him.

I'm going to have to see if I can copy Shadow Step to understand how bad the backlash is or if it's truly an Almighty skill.

"Your back. How did it go? Figured out anything?" He hastily asked, holding me in his sight.

Knowing it was not in my best interest to lie, I nodded solemnly, understanding someone or something had told me some false info to pull me off the actual trail. " I did, but to put it in simple words, you have another personality that wants to kill me."

"Be serious." Sene scowled, rising from his chair and towards me with a heavy step.

"I am serious. The Time Matrix, whatever he was told me so, and it's not like he has any reason to lie." I retold while puffing my cheeks to lay a trap meant for Sene. Making sure I had turned away, I waited.

Sn

Keeping an eye on him, I could sense the shadows of night masked his entire right arm. Slowly etching towards the spear of Noctem, I turned to him with a smile.

He did not flinch, believing his action was hidden by the forces of Night. The Spector that was now Arsene stared. When he suddenly struck. Shooting a vicious flurry of thrusts, my hands flashed equally as fast, parrying his brutal strokes aimed at my vitals.

"Die," He roared in a way I had never seen.