Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

There was a warm caress against my lips. My eyes opened as I leaned in against his tender touch, enchanted by the darkness swirling through his alluring gaze. Lost in what seemed like fog, I wished for nothing more till our kiss was broken.

"Did you miss me?" His strong, commanding voice sounded, tracing the tip of his lips over mine as he leaned over me.

Holding on tightly, as his breath touched my flesh, a longing I could not satisfy pang through my skin. Slipping my hands around his waist, he smiled, drawing in for another kiss.

Devouring him down, till that remained was a fiery heat building like embers in a flame, our lips once again broke, against my deepest wish.

"Why?" I called, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"look down?" He tells me softly, his tone carrying a faint weakness seldom seen, much less shown. He was always like this, rarely showing weakness, that is, but as my eyes traced downwards, my heart twisted at the bloodstained gauze wrapped firmly around his chest, trickling with blood.

"Sene?' i cried out, as he nodded, only now realizing I was no longer within the Pale Gate but rather his chambers in Midgard. "I'm sorry," I whispered as he fell helpless at my side. He did not show any sense of anger but rather a joy, as his head rested on my shoulder as if he were a child.

"My Injuries are minor, a week maybe two's time, and I shall be whole." He claimed, running his hands up my chest and onto my chin, 'But you have been quite a knotty girl. Sneaking away to breakthrough."

Bitting the tip of my lips filled with yearning, I smiled as he smiled back, "I know. Shame you aren't able to punish me for my crime." I whispered, noticing the increase of blood beginning to leak, but I did not care. He would live; he would rise again like he always does. After all, he is mine.

Parting my lips, Sene found the strength as his lips pounced against mine, taking me by surprise; I grew stiff as a board. Not willing to break this connection, this tether, my legs slipped over his waist, as I settled just at the right spot, where heaven and earth touched.

There was a bit of guilt in my action, but as his hands touched my waist and slipped through my robes, a feast was laid bare to him. All he had to do was take me.

"You're the Devil," He muttered through our kiss as his body fell limp.

Bursting into laughter at my faint fiancee, I glanced at my chest, and then my fingers littered with blood. Trailing my hands through his thick, silky hair, my heart-felt nothing but desperation for what was not meant to be.

Passing a profound dark divinity carrying a misty aesthetic over his body, melding what could be. He did not know it yet, but Sene's body was at its infancy, same with his cultivation. Once the Path of Abyssal Night begins to grow, it will not be long before he gains my Abyssal Night.

Consuming his helpless appearance in a tender embrace of divinity, which could be misinterpreted as a devil's practice, his wounds hidden beneath the gauze began to fade, leaving nothing but a memory.

Not bothering to clean my skin, touched with his blood, I embellished the scent he held and stood on my two feet. Licking my fingers to saver what was to come next, I left, heading towards the dungeon where my dear little brother resided.

Stepping through the doorway guarded by two mortal demons crafted by Arsene's domain long ago, the howls of weeping squeals resounded like a dying pig, being tormented by devils.

"No more! Please no more!" The prisoner begged, with seven large rusty hooks piercing his two legs, two arms, two shoulders, and the last his spine. Staining the grounds a deep shade of red that had seemed to grow dark like ink.

Tian Long rested with his head low; there was a desperate air to him as his body contorted against the cruel rusty hooks reminding him of his torment. Tears were still running, leading me to believe his tormentor was not pushing him too hard.

Tears are a luxury. They are a sign of hope to me when breaking a man or woman; drying them of hope is the first goal. There will be no tears, no release, only endless despair when you break. Cry and beg as you must; in the end, you will learn to enjoy your torment.

"You!" Tian Long noticed, lifting his head towards me at the slightest hint of my presence. "Please, big sis, please let me go! Please!" He cried out, pleading for the impossible.

Tian Wang, Tian Long's father, needed to be at my wedding; if he wasn't, then framing the Celstrial House into colluding with Nox and the Devils would be unlikely. No one knows that Grandfather is under Asmodeus thrall, and I wish to keep that a secret.

"I would ask for forgiveness, but I don't like our mother so I will gift her a present." I coldly stated, pulling my hands from my nose. I shifted my gaze to the female tormentor dressed up as a maid.

Noticing my stern gaze, she fell to one knee, "Your Grace?"

"Sever his one testicle, then cut off the tip of his cock. Make sure you cauterize afterward and place everything in a cute box." I joyfully commanded, licking my lips as Tian Long sunk deeper into a pool of despair. Taking way the hope in his eyes, the maid on her knee blushed.

"As you wish, my lord." She said as I marveled at what Arsene had done. No one in this city was normal.

"Good," I swiftly remarked, taking my leave as to return to the only thing that mattered. Racing through the halls, I could not help but feel like a small child racing after candy. Finding myself skipping through the halls, I suddenly stopped.

"Shit, I have a wedding." I screamed with bitter tears, " I hate everyone!!!!! I just want to sleep with Sene. Is that so much to ask for? Screw everyone!"

Crossing my arms, I stared at the door, where Sene resided and sighed. "I am going to make sure we stay away from any cities. Sene always gets caught up in shit like this. I hate politics. Next time I see a princess, prince, or some wealthy family, I am killing them.. We need a break."