Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Forgive me, Sene, it's not that I didn't want to tell you, but I am restricted with the knowledge I hold. My heritage allows me to know more than I should, but it's very strict on how I use it.

Tracing my gaze over a solemn Arsene, covered in sweat, I glanced up towards the skies that held the blade of termination. A weapon forged by the thirty-three lords of the layered heavens.

At the time of the creation of this new realm, Zariel had been powerless to stop them. He had used his power to do the impossible, and the Myriad Gods took advantage.

Like hyenas clawing at their potential prey, they struck, changing the rules in their favor. No more would a mortal ever rise to face them. No more would they worry about some hidden force from our dimension.

The Myriad Gods had won. They forced every mortal to worship a foreign god from the thirty-three heavens. With the intent of having all the Myriad Gods remain on their thrones. There would be no one else like Zariel to rise.

Stepping to Sene's side, I opened my hands and gripped a sword redder than the blood flowing through my veins. Buzzing with such a powerful sword intent, my very hands bled, holding the Abyssal Blade by its handle grip.

"One Chance," I repeated. "Or we die."

"Your helping?" He asked, a little surprised.

"Who do you think summoned, Asmodeus and Levithan?" I conveyed, running abyssal energy through my sword.

"That sword?"

"Focus, and don't look at it less you go blind; anything other than me, this blade cuts is permanent," I warned while my right hand bled endlessly over my sword.

Sene frowned but did not comment on it, holding the Relic of Divinity stained with the seven sins. Arsene took a deep breath and placed the crystal bead onto his head.

BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!

Crackling with a horrendous power, capable of decimating this planet. I held onto my sword with both hands and glared up at the blade of termination pulsing with the Dao of Lightning.

Burning the skies with its power, the blade itself towering over us like a god onto itself, suddenly began to condense.

Turning back to Arsene, just as the Relic of Divinity rippled into his head, a sinister black mist suddenly began to rise like a budding flame.

Shaking my heart at this evil power being generated by Sene. I returned my gaze towards the darkness that was the skies.

"Forgive me, Ygg. This may cause a bit of trouble, but I am sure Zariel, as Lord of Order and Chaos, will mend the destruction." I whispered, knowing she was watching. They were all watching at this moment.

"Levithan," I coldly commanded to my mother, "Cover Sene till his divinity reaches the building point and he becomes a god. Remember, only weapons for ages past can clash with that blade."

Flickering to his side, Levithan only nodded, growing paler than before, "That's why I have the Spear of Longinus. But you do know even we can only hold it for so long; this is Arsene's fight."

"My sword can sever the blade of termination in half; this should allow Sene only to face half of its power."

"Are you sure?" Asmodeus grimly uttered.

"Quite sure," I replied, just as the blade of termination turned into the size of a normal blade. Hovering in dead space, the dread hidden in my heart rose.

It was a bit translucent, but I could vaguely make out the image of a shadow, holding onto the blade with his left hand. The Shadow of the man turned to me, piercing my body with his gaze; he looked upon Sene.

"Blood of The Order, it will be my honor to destroy you." The Shadow claimed.

Hovering fearlessly till my gaze crossed with this entity, my frown only deeper the closer I got. "An Honor? You are lucky, Zariel didn't take revenge on the day you attacked."

Glancing at me and then my blade, a vicious gash swallowed his ethereal eye. Flinching, he staggered back, holding onto his right eye.

"That blade! Who the hell are you? State your name, girl!" He howled with a bit of vengeful ice.

Was his true body injured? Just how powerful is this sword?

Creating a bit of distance. The Shadow locked his only eye with me, but I did not respond, as I found no reason to.

Running my Soulforce through my spine and through my veins, everything came to a staggering halt.

"You are not even a god, yet you stand before me! Do you think you can stop me, girl? All who holds the blood of the Silver Devil must die!"

Unable to help myself from snickering, I sneered, "Die? You cannot even defeat him, yet you claim to kill his blood? A fool if ever had I seen one. What makes you think he is not watching?"

The ethereal being grew silent.

Sensing the abyssal night energy within Arsene fading at a quick rate, a shudder passed through my body.

Scales darker than the deepest night began to appear upon his flesh, each of them carrying a scarlet crest that matched my own. His long ashen-black hair had risen high over his head, creating a scene I would never forget.

Below his feet, millions if not billions of fiends he had risen during his day in Midgard called for their lord. Some cried, others begged, but they were all on their knee in worship.

"Monarch! Monarch! Monarch!" They chanted.

"We will return for you, girl. But the boy must die!" the Shadow roared, shooting towards Sene like a beam of light.

However, appearing like a ghost from out of the depts, Asmodeus gripping a sinister black and gold scythe, sneered as he cleaved. Serving the will of gods in half, a horrendous slash of almighty power filled the bed of chaos.

Caught in surprise, the Shadow could not even react, as he was blasted millions of parsecs away.

Narrowing my eyes. My gaze never left the Shadow, as the Concept of Space began to howl within me.

Arching the abyssal blade high in the skies, the Heavenly Laws around all began to divide as an almighty pressure around my sword began to roar.

Aiming not at the entity but the blade in his hand. At a distance, no one under the realm of a god should be able to see without the help of the Dao of Space. My blade came crashing down.

DING!!!!!