Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

"Should I follow?" I indifferently asked, tilting my head to my King.

"Why?" He replied, causing me to smile," Aldrich is now out of commission; if he wishes to survive this attack, he'll need to enter a deep slumber that will only prolong the inevitable. Now, how is the False King doing?"

"The Law's of Concordance is pretty much done," I responded, "But it's not as great as the Orginal."

"I don't think anyone expected it to be. Once we are done with the False King, it'll be time to head to the Plane of Oblivion. I've got a feeling like we miss looked something."

"About Lilith?"

"About Hades." He said, touching his chin. "I'd never like that bastard. He was too loyal to the Snows, and his people were extremely loyal, too loyal if you ask me."

It was rare to see my lord so concerned. Hades was never really a factor in our plan. Aldrich was mainly because we could not correctly gauge his battle prowess as a Paragon. He was an anomaly that hid his power too well. I'm sure that bastard could battle Asmo and Levithan on equal ground at the same time."

"We can't return to the Bed of Chaos, so it's hard to tell what's going on." I reminded my lord.

" I know, but today is a major victory. If Aldrich survives long enough, it'll be a bonus for what is to come. Have you made preparation?"

"Asmo, Leviathan, and the Kings are all going to be taken care of alongside the Angels, "everything is set, my lord. We can thank Baphomet for that. It seems his queen is in support of our plan."

"But not our execution." Lord Balor uttered, turning to me," Do not forget we can never be hers or any fallen or angel's ally. After all, we committed a grave sin, the greatest of all sins."

The Throne of Heaven.

Balor seemed to see what I was thinking and nodded, " We need to be wary. Now more than ever. We are so close. Failure cannot be an option."

"I understand, Master. "

"Now tell me about the girl. That chosen that you found?"

"Oh, that?" I remarked, clenching my fist. "It was a massive failure. I wounded Yu Jing in a little disguise as a typical angel. I then placed a sliver of Necrotic Qi into her to help me understand what Arsene was doing after losing touch with him."

"So she's really dead?" Master bitterly asked.

"Yep. Nothing we can do about that. Freya managed to sense the Necrotic Qi and killed her."

Lord Balor's expression tightened, and his jaw clenched, " So it comes down to luck. For now, we are on the same side with Arsene, but his value drops substantially once we open the gate. We've already made an enemy out of the Myriad Heaven; let's take this as far as possible."

My hands turned sweat as a heavy weight pressed upon me. We were so close that once the Law of Concordance awakens, it will finally be time to take our master plan to the next level. And Master Balor will be the key to that!

Flickering away from my sight, I glanced down at the tranquil skies, then to the blood staining my grey robes. Lifting my lips at the untimely demise of Aldrich, I wiped away his blood with a flick of qi and went back to my Soloman persona.

While it was demeaning or downright humiliating to bow my head to Aldrich for so long, I considered the man a friend. Such a shame he had to die. If only he weren't the Silver Devils Thrall, we might genuinely be allies.

Snapping my eyes back down the Devils Camp below, my will expanded into the air; as the sounds of thoughts came crashing into my mind, listening to the schemes of these foul devils, I began my manipulation to cover my tracks. One could never be too careful.

"So that's how you did it?" The dark voice of Baphomet announced in a bitter tone, appearing like a ghost.

"For a demon, you are oddly emotional, it's not every day you see an intelligent demon, but in the end, a Demon is still a demon; their emotions rule them. All your kind cares about is killing and fucking." I kindly reminded this fool.

It seems like he will also have to die—such a shame.

Baphomet did not show any emotions, and I didn't glean anything from his mind. It seems he had already created a countermeasure. But it's too late. As long as the Demon Mother sides with us, we own his ass.

Intrigued by his strong willpower, I couldn't help but tickle his fears, "I wonder what your brother and sister will say about this betrayal? You know Levi and A—"

"You seem to misunderstand something." Baphomet relayed, lifting his lips. " If you think you will succeed, then you are gravely mistaken. You know better than anyone that is dealing with the Fallen is the same as dealing with a Demon with the mind and power of the Devil. You fucked up the moment you accepted my help; you entered the hands of the Demon Mother and, more importantly, the hands of Lord Lucifer, or did you not know? All these big figures are here as we speak."

My mind turned blank at his statement. L-Lucifer was here? By the Nines! NO! Impossible!

"I can't help myself from being used as a pawn, but I will enjoy watching you and your little fuck buddy be screwed over. I hear the Ninth layer of Hell is the perfect vacation spot." He said, bursting into laughter, making my skin crawl and my heart hammer against my ribs.

YOU~~

Holding back my inner voice, I dared not look into a mirror as I could feel my face contorting into that of a depraved beast.

"Leave me, Demon," I commanded.

Baphomet smirked, " Where is that high and mighty attitude now? Face it; you are nothing more than what you were since birth, a little shit whose existence centers around being someone's plaything. I've always heard of priest diddling little boys, but I wonder, was it the angels diddling the priest that made them like so?"

"AHHHHHHHH~"

Plunging my arm through Baphomet's chest, I bellowed, crushing his heart, as a flood of anger overtook my mind.

"Fucking idiot," Baphomet muttered as his soul became tainted by Necotic Qi. He fell to his knees and looked at me with a smile, without the slightest fear, " In the end, this is what you are."

Crushing his demon's soul from the Myriad Heavens, I growl, spitting over his cold corpse, "You think we needed you?"

Wiping my hands clean, I took a deep breath, snorting as a wave of anger came rushing back. " I need more training," I said, passing my hands through my hair. Baphomet didn't even try to resist. He goated me with the Dao of Wrath. This bastard wanted to die—the fool.

Sneering at his pointless death, I glared at his still body, "Oh well, but you underestimate the depts of my power Baphomet. Even dead, you will be just as useful."