Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Ready to leave behind Sene, I frowned as a throbbing ache pulsed through me. I turned, frowning as I felt Sene suddenly pause. The light, within his eyes, dead, and then… it returned. Over and over, it happened before he arrived near my side.

"Sene?" I called to him, and yet something in me told me not to touch him: Not to interfere. An indiscriminate whisper from my omniscient.

The ache within my heart tightened the longer I stared, watching as his gaze grew more distant. Could it be… That thing Mephisto gave him? That Infringement Technique. I should have probably warned him.

Infringement Techniques do not need to be learned but can be passed down from master to disciple, parent to child, without a need to understand anything. They are living entities that take the form of conceptions. They are dangerous tools that directly infringe on the One and the All creating a system of rejection and acknowledgment between the two supreme powers. For these Techniques to be used or even created, Mephisto and Zariel must have tapped into the same Well of Power that created the Teleth or fused various concepts that held a similar effect.

It had to have been the latter. Even Mephisto isn't foolish enough to create a technique out of that energy 'yet.' he holds too much respect for the Father to do otherwise… although now that the Teleth exists, I'm sure he'll be tapping into that Well of power soon. If he hasn't already.

Infringement of Time is a powerful training tool that taps into that infinite spring of power, although it's done within the bounds of the Father and Abyss Laws. Arsene does even need to waste Qi. Although, any damage taken will be linked to the soul. If Arsene isn't careful, he'll cripple himself. Techniques that are that powerful, without a doubt, can harbor a ghastly backlash. And it would be Moloch's domain to decide said backlash, should he suffer a backlash he can't handle. He'll definitely try to enslave Arsene or kill him off if he sees the need.

"My Lady? Are we not going to kill Uriel?" Vita inquired, her gaze locked onto the chaos slowly unfolding.

Bright lights flashed over the darkness Arsene had molded, blanketing the skies with light. Explosions similar to two stars colliding shrieked over the endless darkness, tearing holes into subspace. The Bed of Chaos splintered and burned, and the illusion of the thirty-three heavens became tarnished, rupturing the fabric of reality.

This Fourth Heaven squealed and howled as if it were being tormented, and yet as I turned to Zariel, his palm opened holding a strange ethereal Weave, a horrid power rivaling… exceeding even our Abyss Hive mind, gathered, over his chillingly handsome exterior. He spoke.

"Infringement of Causality!"

"ZARIEL!!!!" Bellowed the torn voice of Metatron, flashing in the middle of the battlefield, but by then, it was too late.

Reality froze, captured in time and space in a singular point transfixed through the infinite Myriad. The Weave, the endless amassing of strings and nodes, representing the constellation of reality, the fixed concepts preluding even the creation of existence swelled into being. Unfolded itself to Devils, Demons, Gods, Angels, Archangel, and Abyss.

Silver Radiance washed over the Realm and battlefield as Zariel clenched his fist… Crushing the Weave as though it were paper… as though it was his to throw away.

"That! Crazy FUCKER!!!" Vita squealed, howling to Abyss… to me! For protection… protection my other self granted.

And yet, as I stared, frozen by the endless sight of organs, of blood, of gore losing its stability, fear of what lay in Zariels hand overwhelmed my senses. Especially as I stared at Archangel Uriel and Heaven Scribe Metatron, bleeding from every orifice.

The army behind them… dead. A nebula of gore and death that even Azazel couldn't reap in the name of the Grim Reaper.

"One…" Metatron muttered, coughing up a mouthful of blood. ' Five more to go. We got to hold on. Send in the noble houses. Those bloody rankers will---"

"Did you forget about me?" Ishar muttered, her scarlet hair a river of blood. And in her palm… a small drop of blood. A drop… from a lowly angel. "Sorry, Father… this Devil will be using your Power."

"You… can do that?" I muttered as the very drop of blood from some no-name angel glowed, shuddering uncontrollably as a holy, might, so supreme, so orderly erupted. The already fractured bed of chaos became nothing, a void of endless death and hell that deteriorated into shards of nothingness.

The Golden radiance of the Father fell to Red, to the blood-soaked color of death.

"Infringement of God," Ishar muttered as she appeared before Metatron, a deeply ruthless grin on her face. " I've waited for this for a long time. Ishar, Ranker Number One, at your service."

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"SHit! They're really going all out!" Vita and Damaris shouted together, huddling around me for protection.

"Did she just… punch Metatron?" I asked, unable to even track what just happened.

I could only stare at the void at the shattered shards of Heaven End, the source wall of all things.

"Did she just punch a hole through the thirty-three heavens?"

"She did more than that… "Damaris whispered, "she's going all the way with this one. Holy shit. That went well past the Origin Realm. I guess Ishar will handle him. That just leaves…."

"How dare she leave me behind!" Vancurro groaned as his body suddenly glowed. The mask of One over his face slowly cracked as snow-white fur sprang from his flesh. "And how dare she claim she's number one? I'm number one!" A devouring sensation stirred around his being as he continued."Guess… with all the damage… I'll just eat the rest of the thirty-three heavens until someone stops me. I'm sure Mepho wouldn't mind. He can always recreate it. It's been a while since we cut loose. Yo Zariel, are we going all out?"

Zariel chuckled. "We left a lot of enemies behind. A lot. It'd be better if the 33 Heaven were to simply die. Dear sister, go with him. Spread your curse of reincarnation. The Myriad will know of our Order." He commanded, his tone like a void of ice. " Zero. You got any issue with it?"

'I'll go too. Let's see if Shiva will descend." Zero coldly remarked. "It's time all of creation knows of our strength. No more hiding."Googlᴇ search Noᴠel Fɪre.net