Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 75: Castle of Brimstone(Final) - Arsene vs Karthronig

BOOOOM!!!!

With a shockwave blasting the very brimstone from the pavement, I parried Karthronig's attack, following up with my right-wing that held the power of my normal flames. Everything happened so quickly as my wing wisped through the air singeing the very fabric of space.

"SHIT!!!" Yelled Karthronig as he lowed his center of gravity, dodging my strike only for his face to be seared by the heat. A derange looked masked his face as his katana suddenly flickered over a million times within a single second.

Yet, his moves remained slow within my vision as my left eye pulsed, allowing me to process everything I was witnessing within a millisecond. Dodging all its strikes, my body suddenly exploded, consuming myself with white flames, to Karthronig's surprise.

Seeing he was about to be scared by the flames of Hellfire, Karthronig began to glow crimson as his body tried to flicker away.

"It's a clone," I shouted, trying to turn his attention towards a clone I created from the beginning of the battle. A hint of bloodlust emanated from my clone as he shot towards Karthronig.

"Got you," Bellowed Karthronig, <domain of="" blood=""></domain>

Suddenly a massive sphere of blood consumed my clone and Karthronig as he smiled, slicing me in half only to gasp at the massive flames in the distance condensing. As if a massive dragon clawed its way from the depths of Tartarus, the white flames around me turned to black as a foul sent rang out from the broken world controlled by Drar'ethiul.

"Lend thy aid, oh Great King of the Depts, Typhoeus," I chanted as I grinned maddeningly towards Karthronig. Watching his face turn pale with dread, he yelled, "this is not a power a Qi Condensation should have...What are you!!!"

"I am THE END!!!!" I yelled as I shot towards Karthronig. Space seemed to have compress as I blasted through his domain like it was air. With our faces close enough to touch, I grinned with madness, "May thy soul be gifted to the King of the Depts."

"NOOOO!!!" Karthronig yelled with horror, "Final..."

With a trust, a dragon's roar that encompassed the void shattered everything as I could vaguely make out a sinister set of eyes that glimmered with hope and Hunger.

BOOOOOOOOM!!!

Black winds shot through space as the Castle of Brimstone was decimated in an instant. Be it heavenly monsters or higher, all faded out of existence as abyssal chains sprang from the darkness clutching all the poor souls that had perished.

Howls of Laughter sounded from me and the void as I glared at Karthronig lower half. Various organs and bones hung from his body as he levitated off the ground painting it red. A lifeless look masked his expression as chains sprung around his body. Gripping him so tightly, I could see his very skin beginning to tear.

"Please...Please...I was just following his orders. Please" Begged Karthronig as a massive black portal appeared, pulling his body in.

"No, the moment your second soul died marked my death as well. But we will meet again. Typhoeus has helped me twice. It's only fitting I release him from his cage...Do you not agree" I asked, gazing up at the surprised look of silver eyes.

"We will meet again, Child of Tenebrae," said Typhoeus with a child-like feminine voice that faded away with Karthronig.

Turning to Yura that laid still, I landed before her as I gently caressed her cheek with the back of my palm, "Why do I keep having visions of us. Who are you?" I asked sluggishly, my mind turning fuzzy.

"Arsene," Flama sounded, "We may meet one day again; always remember the knowledge you hold is always within you. It just requires you to...Show me the world...show me everything."

With a weary smile, I fell to my knees next to Yura. Ancient marks began to rise from my limbs as I closed my eyes one final time, allowing the darkness to take me.

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"Welcome back, Arsene. It will always amaze me the grandness of your soul." said a fiendish voice that causes my skin to throb with fear and dread.

"Bael?" I weakly said, not really understanding what was happening.

"Yes, your soul is in a deplorable state." He coldly pronounced, "It has been a month, and everyone within Drar'ethiul's realm is worried about you."

Regaining my awareness, I sprang up from the dark void that I knew to be my soul, "What are you talking about? Were we not suppose to return after I obtain the Flames of Hellfire?" I demanded, showing no respect for this bastard.

Was it not his fault for angering a king of Hell as a lowly new God? Even I know better than to piss off someone way above my level.

"Watch your tone, Boy!" Bael firmly proclaimed, "were it not for Asmodeus, I would have killed you."

"Piss off, were it not for your bitch ass getting his ass kicked by a king of hell. None of this would have happened," I yelled,

Bael seemed to tremble a little as he took a deep breath in, trying to calm his anger. "Did anyone ever tell you that you have a way of pissing people off? Speak again, and I will cripple that soul of yours, making you a retard for a few years."

Pursing my lips, I snorted at the prince with annoyance, "Just tell me what you want, Bael. We are both being toyed with at this moment, and our lives both hang in the balance."

"Agreed," He said, leaning back on his throne as he closed his eyes, "Drar'ethiul is quite angry with you. Apparently, he has notified the Holy Legion of your existence?"

"What is that?" I asked, "Yura mentioned something about them before."

"They are just an annoying group of fanatics that worship the angels, our only enemy. They have made it their mission to destroy anything evil, and Tensen Lumireis one of their territories that they protect."

Frowning, I pondered for a moment, "Do they have a relationship with the New God that Asmodeus didn't kill?"

Bael seemed to tremble with rage as he glared down at me from his throne, "Y~E~S," He forcefully exclaimed, "That bitch was a disciple of their Order until she left. She has a strong bond with those bastards."

Rubbing my temples, I sighed in irritation. This trip really gave a deep light on the current hell I was in. The more I learn, the more confused I got. It's as if I walked into the middle of a game I never played before and was expected to play along. "Thank you for waking me, but I need a favor?"

"It's about the ring, isn't it?" He asked as I nodded in confirmation, "You will have access to it but be warned that ring was never mine, to begin with."

"What?" I shouted, yet without any warning, my mind suddenly shifted as crimson light peered into my eyes. Blocking the light with my palm, I arose to look around at the destruction around me.

Confused, I quickly searched for Yura and everyone else but to no avail. After hours of fruitless searching, my mind suddenly turned sharp as I felt a cold set of eyes glaring at me.

"Sagthillath, where are they?" I asked, glaring at the death knight hovering above me.

"You really are something. No one has ever held the Flames of Hellfire. It's a shame I will never remember any of this," He said as a massive gate appeared before me.

"Congratulations, Arsene, you have completed the first Labor. We hope to see your progress." said Sagthillath, "Head into the gate of Brimstone, and you will be returned to your world. Although some time will have a pass."

I didn't feel like it was a trap, but then again the pool of the Abyss didn't either. Looking at Sagthillath, I smiled before stepping toward the gate of Brimstone that looked like nothing more than a bunch of old rocks that were branded to one another.

With a brief flash of light, I appeared where it all began. The stadiums were all but empty, yet before I could speak, mother leaped into my arms, wailing her eyes out.

"Your Back," she mournfully whimpered, "it has been three months."

Surprised, I felt my heart shiver as I tighten my arms around her. "Sorry, Mother, " I replied as I kissed her cheeks that were stain with tears. With the taste of salty liquid in my mouth, a tear ran from my face as I tighten my grip.

With a loving smile, mother kissed my forehead, "Welcome back, Arsene."