Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Slipping onto her knee’s the moment Layla turned her back, a wet and warm massage seemed to gobble me down. Pulling of audible gulps and hissing slurps echoed gently through the war room. Zanris was relentless as her tongue twirled in search of treasure. Fiddling with me as if she knew all my weak spots, my hands gripped the back of her silky smooth head, pulling her deeper down.

She peered up with hungry eyes, and I exploded, expanding her cheeks. The young devil gulped and opened her mouth, ” I did it, Master.” She cried with praise, licking her lips, ” I have been waiting so long for that!”

“Shit. Lilith will kill me,’ I muttered, paling slightly, but such thoughts quickly shattered once Zanris’s lips traced my lower head. Kissing the tip, still snowing, she smiled.

“Should Zan stop?” She softly teased, licking me clean, leaving nothing behind but a clean surface.

“Please,” I pleaded, “Lilith will kill you, then me. But we will definitely finish this. That I will promise you.” I solemnly told, reeling in my emotions in disarray. The little minx pursed her lips.

Not willing to discuss this anymore, I hopped a little Arsene back into my robes and raced through space, materializing within Lilith’s bed chamber on the planet of Enrilia.

“You still mad?” I asked, letting my gaze wander around the darkroom and onto the bed, where Lilith lay under the sheets.

“Why would I be mad? We have been trying for a kid for so long, and once you found out I was pregnant, you teleported away.”

“In my defense, I really liked the sex—”

“Sene,” She said, emphasizing my name with a dark undertone.

“Darling, I was just shocked. Needed some time to get a grip.” I hastily said, drawing close; I slipped through the covers and peered at her teary face through the darkness; I took her into my arms, and a weary sigh left my lips. “Did you really think I would just leave? I’m not that much of a bastard.”

She looked me in the eye, carrying an unusual gleam, “Was it so hard?”

“Hard?” I pondered the question. Personally, the moment she had said those words, my heart bled. Images of whips against my flesh seared themselves into my mind. Having my head stomped over the ground till my teeth shattered. Only to be stripped before my family and banished. I was humiliated, even during my banishment. It had never ceased, not once.

The memories were still fragmented, but the feelings I held that day were very much whole, and through those years, they carved their way into my soul, branding me with the sins of my Father. My real father, Titus.

Positioning my head against her stomach, I closed my eyes and listened. I listened and listened until I felt Lilith’s pearly laughter ring inside my ear. “Sene, you dummy, it’s too early. No one knows; well, Zariel might know. I am sure that is what he saw that day.”

I lifted my head for a moment but ignored her words and pushed my senses towards the sliver of life, pulsing with life.

“Sene? Are you crying?” She asked, and I shook my head.

“No.”

“I can feel it.”

“I-I’m not.”

“Pussy!” She cried, bellowing in laughter, trying to destroy the mood, but my head refused to leave her stomach.

“You are gonna get so fat.” I joked, enjoying the warmth situated deep within her womb. “I’m going to make you fat. I had the cooks prepare riceballs, under my direction, of course. There are over seven thousand used witht the best of materials I could salvage from some of the Dukes, including a chaos seed. I have no idea why Aegis had so many, but Layla seemed to have stolen them without the other dukes finding out.”

“A single chaos cycle will form the Dew of Chaos, the very source of creation, granted to the land by the Abyss, as fuel. From what I know, the process of crafting a seed is almost impossible.” Lilith rushed to explain, trying to sit up, but I held her down, listening to my child’s life force.

It was warm, humming with a song that seemed almost too perfect to be true. “I think I might start playing the piano again. I stopped after Mother died. I think she might like it. Our daughter that is.”

“But I want a son. Girls are just moody bitches. I want a man to care for me when my husband decides to run away again.” Lilith said with looming eyes. as her hands passed through my hair, my mind slowly became waned. “But I am sure our child may like to learn how to play.” 𝚍ｎ𝚘ｖ𝚕.𝚝

Slipping in and out of consciousness, I fell into slumber after almost ten thousand years of training.

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Opening my eyes to a new day, I smiled, glancing up at Lilith gobbling down riceballs one after another, without delay with a sparkle in her eye. She shot me a smile, followed by a piece sign, before stuffing her face full of rice.

Knowing a few days had passed, I smiled, filled with energy, and opened my holocube, carrying over a thousand reports of all that was going on. Replying to a few that needed my immediate attention, I spent the rest of my days with Lilith, ignoring Asmdoeus words.

I had no plan to be in Midgard when the change occurred. Ezra had already turned a great many in the holy swords and had been told to return to Midgard.

From there, taking her to Noctem just before the festival will be a simple task. I may just send Zanris to retrieve her. She will be there to accompany me. I need my damn throne. I may even enjoy some special benefits with Zan, possibly Ezra.

Everything was ready. All I needed to do now was wait.

Closing out the holocube, which I had come to enjoy as it connected all the prime worlds, I stared at Lilith. Feeling my gaze, she turned to me, “What’s up?”

,m “What will you be doing as I travel through the abyss?”

Lilith lowered her hand, gripping a half-eaten riceball, and frowned, “I have laid down the groundwork with Baphomet and Hades. I merely need to see them to know if they have completed what I asked of them. From there, well, let’s let that be a surprise.”