Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Seething a mist of heat from my lungs, my blood boiled hotter than any fire I had felt before. All I could see was a bloody tunnel and Arsene standing at the end.

Arsene is a monster! A demon without remorse. If this is what it means to be a Snow, I would rather cut the name and the blood.

"I will cut that child out the princess's stomach; she will not bear your child," I bellowed, unable to hold my tongue. But it was not like I wished it. That bastard crossed the line.

Not only is Yura pregnant, but he is after the throne as well?

"Dear god! The Angels will kill us." Duke Sultan muttered in horror, causing a crackle of laughter to echo from Arsene's lips.

"Yes, I only need Tang Feng to announce the truth, and from there, it will not matter who sides you are on. To survive, the Celestial Palace will side with the Devils and Demons." The Devil stated with a devilish smile that took the breath from everyone.

"Dear God," Lynx, the great commander of Nox, shuttered, "I need to inform the council of this betray! Tian Wang has been using us!"

"No need to act, Lynx." Princess Yura stated, shaking her head. "Do you really think the Angels will care? At this point, the heat will not be on the council but the Founders. And I am sure Aiza knows. after all, you did meet her this morning, correct?"

Clenching his chest to my suspension, I frowned, feeling a chill consuming me, where I stood. It was not just me, but even Duke Sulton held a chilling expression. After all, it was he that was dealing with Yael.

We had been played before the game started.

Licking his lips, the Devil shook his head, "Anyway, I will invite everyone to my wedding with my sweet wife. Asmodeus, Baphomet, Azeroth, Levi-chan, and Drar'ithial will be there."

"I will have your head before the day ends, boy. There will be no wedding." Sulton declared, shocking me where I stood. I had never seen the man I respected so much so grim.

"Grandpa, be calm. He could still have more information." Larisa hastily whispered, holding onto his shoulder.

"You are dead!! Do you realize how much you have doomed us!! How much blood will spill." Earl Lexus roared, storming the room with his aura.

Arsene did not flinch, nor did Yura, who seemed to be both False Gods. They remained passive like gold, carrying chilling smiles.

"I am sure the angels will give you some leeway, but you see. Lilith, the daughter of the Abyss, just told me about an interesting prophecy and has instructed me to relay it to you all." The Devil stated as he grew solemn.

"What do you mean?" Sulton demanded.

"Well, you see, we are trying to open the Gates to Illuthath. So she ventured into the Abyss in order to find out how to. And guess what she found?"

Flashing in the room, everyone froze as all six founders appeared with grim faces.

"Aeron, buddy, you made it." The Devil announced, turning his gaze to someone I did not recognize. "And is that my best friend, Loki? I'm sorry I missed our play date; Yura had me wrapped up, if you catch my drift."

Blushing a bit, she jabbed her fingers into his waist.

"What is the prophecy,' Aeron the God of Slaughter, announced, shaking the room with a blood aura. He was grim. I had heard stories about his beast, but never would I have thought I would have met him in person.

"I will give you a little more than half. The rest will be for the Devils." He said with a smile turning to Yura, who licked her lips.

"There shall come a Flame of Night to carry forth the cycle. Seven Stars born of Chaos shall awaken. Angels blood shall fall, bring forth a coming night, that shall stain the light, breaking its eternal war." She chanted, startling everyone where they stood.

"Arsene, what game are you playing?" Aiza uttered, shaking the very fabric of space.

"Well, if you must know. How do you think the angels will feel when all of a sudden a prophecy stating that Angels Blood will fall was told. True or false, do you think they will take that chance?" He claimed leaving Yura's side; he stepped towards Sultan, standing at his height.

"So tell me, Sultan. Are you going to kill me still? Or maybe, just maybe, you will bend a knee? From how I see it, you, like me, have enemies on every side.

"Screw off, "I shouted, barging in between Sultan and Arsene.

Measuring me with his golden stare, he sneered. "You could not even defeat Yami, yet you stand in my way? Boy, if I so wish it, I could tear your heart out. Or would you like it if I did the same to your fiance?"

"Enough of your threats, you son of a bitch! You are nothing more than a coward. You are using everyone as a hostage, yet you think you can stand proud."

"I can, and I will. Filth. Because dear brother. It is I who holds power. It is not me at the mercy of the angels. I am free to come and go. I can do as I please without the slightest responsibility. So tell me, what can you do about it?"

"I...I"

"Nothing, now fuck off, Richter. You are embarrassing both yourself and the name Snow."

Widening my eyes, all I could recall was a massive crater in the land I called home and the sea of flesh of various bodies that hung loosely over the scattered remains of Pendragon.

Their flesh had long since had begun to rot and wither, but not even the animals were alive to eat the remains. It was a barren Hell.

I had returned to my home, only to be met with death. All those I loved, cared about were gone. The King himself had his heart, lung, and every possible organ removed. It was a horrific sight.

"You... You will not turn my new home into a wasteland like Pendragon," I muttered, pulling Titan from empty space; it flashed towards Arsene.

Slashing with all my heart and soul, my blood reacted for the first time, humming with a radiant power, space itself shattered as it twisted towards his neck.

DING!!!!!

Holding my blade in his hand, the hairs upon my neck stood on end as he sighed. "If you were a devil or demon. Maybe someone outside the Bed of Chaos, you may have stood a chance, but now. Now dear brother, you hold no chance."

I shuttered, feeling my own blade heavier than ever before.

"Hold Young Richter. your brother... no Arsene Snow is a true Devil of the Nines; they have no equal but their own kind.." Sulton declared calmly, pulling me back with a single jerk.