Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 494: Mother of Demons, Lilith

Wrapped in a lovely black dress that showcased all her assets, Adrienne giggled, recalling the image of this golden doe eye woman.

Who the hell is this woman that seems to entrance both Eroma and Adrienne?

"Do not let them fool you, boy." Baphomet darkly muttered, staring at me with a suspicious stare, "Why is it when I am around you, things seem always to be insane. Do you ever have some downtime?"

"My wife had me in a seven-year coma; that was my downtime," I clearly declared, unable to shake what she had done. "Now, what was this about being fooled?"

"Yes," Baphomid said. Clearing his throat, he grew solemn, "She appeared, and soul shocked everyone here. I could not even resist before fainting. Whomever that was, she was an entity above our dimension."

"So no one knows where Lilith is then,"

"She should be fine," Adrienne promised. "Think about it; why leave us alive. Most enemies just outright kill everyone and be done with it, and that hot piece of ass didn't. Clearly, she was not really an enemy."

"Sorry to interrupt, but Lilith can wait. Who might you be!" Eroma expressed, lusting after Adrienne in the most blatant manner. "I don't believe we have met."

"We sure did; it's just all you seem to remember is my future wife."

Clearing his throat once again, Baphomet sighed, "Ignoring these idiots. I do agree with Adrienne. You shouldn't worry; Lilith should be fine. Two weeks is like a second to Gods."

Glancing at Azeroth resting peacefully with most of his injuries appearing gone, I nodded, albeit halfheartedly. "When is he waking up?"

"There is a reason they call him the Sleeping Sin, my boy. My little brother here can sleep through his death. He will wake whenever." Baphomet casually mentioned, turning to Azeroth, snoring softly. "I will return him to the Hells when I am one hundred percent. Which should happen in a few days."

"Your body must be monstrous than to recover so quickly when Azeroth and Levi are still out for the count."

"Master's body is the strongest in the Nine Hells. He always brags. I saw him tank a hit from Asmodeus without flinching." Adrienne childishly bragged, leaning on to my shoulder. "I'm bored; what are we doing now?"

"I didn't summon you, tell Baphomet. I have to contact Lilith." I explained, turning to leave when my heart suddenly flustered for a bit—halting my step. I frown., glancing at our bedroom window, bathing the room with natural light.

'What do you see?'Aegis inquired softly from the depths of my soul.

I gulped, sensing a fear I had never before felt. I approached, causing the room to grow silent. It had happened so quickly, like a flash of blinding light, but I saw it.

Holding my hand in the air where nothing seemed to exist. Blood suddenly gushed from the tip of my finger. Pulling back, the fear within me only grew as I felt like I had been cut by glass. Yet all I saw was empty space.

"Baphomet," I called, unusually respectful this time around. "Do you see this?"

"What is it, you see." He asked calmly. But his stare was not on the empty space but rather my index finger dripping blood over my floor.

Opening his palm, a strange demonic scepter of two twin snakes coiling around each other appeared. Holding the sigil of Oroborus etched into its oak. While a single skull carrying a pentagram rested at the head of the scepter levitating. At the same time, the snakes bared their fangs at it on each side.

Horrified by the Aura of Annihilation, emanating from the scepter, a name that presented something far different from the one I knew and loved hummed into my mind. "Mother of Demons, Lilith"

I shook, feeling a gaze upon me from above, watching with scrutiny. It was chillingly sinister. Almost as if it was wishing me to kill myself as to escape its eye.

"Baphomet. What is that." I shouted, witnessing my uncle form the corner of my eyes rain a stream of blood from his eyes. As if he was crying, he fell to his knees, releasing a wail I had never heard from his lips. He clenched his head and cried.

"Eroma!" Greyson shouted, charging into my room with his blade drawn. Seeing his brother convolving upon the ground, he rushed to his side. I, however, simply could not.

"What-What is that thing!" I shouted, never before feeling this terrified before. "Baphomet? Adrienne?"

"Just be silent." The demon holding onto this scepter warned, hovering the source of fear over me as if to perform a ritual.

"Reveal what is hidden, Mother." He cried, tapping the instrument of my fear upon my head when suddenly everything within me shattered like glass, over and over. Till all I saw was black, that was not darkness and the hissing of a serpent within my ear.

I made no move as to turn or make a sound.

"Arsene Snow." Said a voice that crushed upon my heart. It was enticing, but the fear in my heart only made sweat trickle for my brow. "This is what it means to be a god. You are forever a mortal in our eyes till you break past the Edge of Heaven. So find one to pray to. For once, the Gates of Illuthath awakens; you will be nothing more than cannon fodder."

I gulped and blinked only to see I was within my room once more, with a set of Amethyst eyes staring back at me. Yet I could not smile or feel relieved. Consumed with fear, I turned to Baphomet, staring calmly.

"What did you see?"

"What?" I asked. Unable to comprehend what had happened.

"You were supposed to see the unknown. To see past this false illusion. THa cut was--"

"Who do you worship," I shouted, clenching my chest where my heart should be. I didn't know why but it was screaming.

Baphomet frowned, appearing somewhat offended. "I am a God boy. I do not worship anyone."

"Who do you worship, Baphomet," I uttered, pulling myself from off my knees.

Watching the demon before my eyes release a smile, he crackled with a bit of laughter. "So she spoke to you. She truly did. Good. Good." He said, chilling my soul. " I worship the Mother of Demons and Devils, Lilith."

"And Asmodeus?" I rushed to say, sensing her gaze upon me.

"You are about to become a god, boy. You will soon learn that this is but the end and the beginning." He claimed sinisterly, shaking his head, " but you may ask him at your own risk."