"I might be a devil, demon, or whatever you want to call me, but my wife is a demoness in the sack. She's down for anything. And honestly, have you gotten your dick wet over some demon pussy? Brah… shit is to die for… quite literally. I might need to have another taste of Ezra."
The look over Balor's face had carried so much disgust I couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Oh, come on, have you seriously not? You're not even an angel anymore but a Fallen that fell even further into a Teleth. What the hell are you judging me for? If anyone is sinning, it's you for spitting on the Father's face with what you did."
The frown over Balor's lips only deepened, and I pushed even harder. " What a hypocrite! To throw away everything you are. Even a Fallen held respect. But you. Whatever you are is nothing more than an abomination. A loathsome shit, even a pig, won't touch. You dare call my wife a whore. But what about you? You still follow the Seraphic Path despite how corrosive you become. You've somehow managed to taint something not even Lucifer wished to touch. At least when he fell, it was because of the pursuit of something. Tell me, Balor… How are you not a demon yourself? Have you seen yourself?"
A shutter shrieked over his body as he looked down at his hand, which no longer resembled those of a human or angel. But rather a demon. They were sharp and jagged, with strange black runes etched into them.
It was slowly happening, but even his skin color was slowly changing.
"I…I…I…"
Watching in utter amazement as blackish-purple tears began to stream from his eyes, my jaw dropped.
"What…what am I? What…What…what… Perfection…"
Eh?
"Balor might be the Progenitor of the Teleth, but as with most of them, they will fall into a deep madness. Be careful. There are many things I don't know about the Teleth." Lily whispered to me, seizing my heart in fear.
"I… am Perfection… The ultimate being under… above God himself! I am the Prophet! The True Being!" Balor rambled, pressing his finger into his flesh, so hard blood trailed from his cheek. He laughed.
"Your wrong, boy! WRONG! I can't be a foul beast! I am something more! I am… I will be the new God! The Heavenly Throne of the Fourth Heaven is already mine. And so, too, will the Origins Realm. Moloch, Chemosh, Dagon, Belial, Beelzebub, Samyaza, and Lucifer will all bow before me! I WILL RULE THEM ALL! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."
"He's mad…." I muttered through hollowed breaths.
Lily sighed. 'He's becoming acclimated. A Teleth is no different than a rabid Demon. They'll Pillage, Rape, and slaughter just the same. Leaving only wreckage… except… there like you in this regard. They'll tarnish. For, what is more beautiful than your creation?"
"Arsene! DIE!!!!"
Tearing space apart as he lunged at me like a crazed beast, my instincts howled as I watched how, from his clothes, dark ethereal arms lunged towards me, carrying odd-shaped mouths over the palm and arm.
Ready to tear chunks out of me, I snorted and snapped my finger as the Sigil of Noctem appeared above my head. Suddenly the Sigil rippled like an image on a lake, taking the form of a beautiful woman with long jet-black hair and eyes as deep as the Abyss.
"Weaver of Night, hear my plea! And shelter thy love with protection!" The image of Tenebrae uttered as the hells lost all light.
Balor froze as the image of Tenebrae's entire being blazed a majestic Abyssal Qi. Darkness swelled and spiraled in an infinite vortex of the night that was as captivating as the majesty Tenebrae carried as she spoke.
She raised a single palm and clenched it shut."Forbidden Arc, Requiem of the Abyss."
"TENEBRAE!!!!!!" Howled the dreadful voice of Lord Hellmaster from the great beyond, but it was too late, as the last of the light, Qi, Matter, and existence all seemed to vanish before my eyes.
Even subspace seemed to falter to dust, leaving an almighty doorway I once saw in the heart of the Abyss. Standing proud with a pulsing of grim satisfaction, I froze as the domain of Avenos shuttered uncontrollably, falling into dust before a powerful Seraphic aura erupted.
"You interfere, Aunty?"
Feeling two soft arms wrap around my neck from behind, Tenebrae's soothing voice echoed. " Michael, you would protect it?"
"It is forbidden to help those of the lower realm." Michael's voice uttered smoothly as the magic Tenebrae had used faded, revealing a glob of flesh resting in a small container.
Around me held nothing. Not even Dead Laws. Much less the Abyss. It was just nothingness. Not even darkness. Just emptiness.
"I was called upon, dear Michael. And in turn, I called upon the Weaver of Night. So is my right." Tenebrae replied, tightening her grip around me. She held me close, her cheek pressed against mine.
Staring at the silver-winged angel carrying a golden halo that blazed a Golden Flame filled with divine light, fitted in a regal attire that one would wear before royalty, Michael stood with long golden hair and a pair of eyes that were too sharp to compare. His looks didn't resemble Lucifer, who was too devilishly handsome; Michael carried an angelic handsomeness fitted with a superiority that couldn't be missed.
"We finally meet," I spoke out. "Who'd have thought you'd be protecting that filth?"
Michael's expression remained chillingly poised as he spoke." You understand nothing, Shadowfell. Or perhaps you do after all… you have help, don't you? Will you not greet me, Lily?"
Shaken, I frowned but found the necessary patience not to react.
"Hello… Michael. It's been what? Few years." Lily replied, a little embarrassed. " How've you been?"
Michael snorted. " Annoyed. Is our deal still in effect?"
"Well, you've got to ask the Father. I'm only a living consciousness."
"No need to ask a dead man. Arsene doesn't have long for this world. We already have two Orginal Members of the Snow family. The Myriad Heavens can't afford three." The Seraphim uttered, fixing his eyes upon me.
"Mind filling me in?' I couldn't help but ask. Even feeling Tenebrae's confusion.
"Promise not to get mad?"
"Lily… what did you do?"
"It's all Zariels fault!" She hastily shouted. " Remember when Zariel took your spear? Well… after the battle, I may have…."
"Lily…" I darkly uttered, feeling a growing premonition that would anger me to no end.
"I may have offered him Iza's hand in marriage."
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"... you pimped out my daughter?"