"Thats… That's my name!" The maiden muttered in shock.
Ogling, my darling wife, who somehow appeared even more radiant than ever, a throbbing sensation I didn't quite mind gathered between my legs.
"Tenebrae," I called her name, amused by the gleam of mischievousness in her eyes and the bashful grin that seemed to only amplify her enthralling features. She blinked.
"Hi, Sene, it's been a while."
"So it has," I replied, unsure why I felt this peculiar sensation that felt both familiar and unfamiliar, "I'm growing quite jealous. Everyone is getting to spend time with you but your husband."
"Are you missing me?" She teased, her ruby-red lips pursing.
"Of course. And Zariel said you had something to tell me."
"I do… but not yet. It's a little premature. I still need some time to prepare. Zariel, are you going with Arsene to the Ruins of Olympus?"
"I was planning to. But I guess you need something."
She nodded, intriguing my interest: Now. Why was my darling Tene hiding something from this King? Is it a birthday present? My birthday is coming up in a few months… perhaps I could…
Turning my gaze towards the East at the foul aura, a deep frown tugged at my lips as Tenebrae's voice echoed. " I'll leave you to take care of him. The Godwoods is a very valuable resource, so make sure it's not destroyed."
"Come now, Alaia. Luna is awaiting you. We've got a mission for you. And don't worry. We'll be healing your soul. Zariel, you can head to the Tower of Babel. I'll explain later. Arsene, transfer the land to Noctem when you arrive at the Ruins of Olympus." Tenebrae said, vanishing into nodes of darkness. "I've great plans for the Olympian Gods. "
"Now I'm curious and hard." I mused.
"Literally didn't need to hear that." My brother said, rolling his eyes. "I'll send the coordinates through the Holocube. Stay alert. And… Zantar seems even stronger than before, be careful."
Watching as he, too, vanished, leaving me all alone, I scratched the back of my head as I shadow-step just outside the city towards the foul aura of the Proud Fallen, Zantar.
Hair a disheveled mess, I stared curiously at the mark of Belphigor carved into his skull, painting his once milky skin a deep shade of red.
"It's been a while, Zantar. How've you been?" I asked, grinning from ear to ear, enjoying that torn look.
Steams of air raced from his lips as he exhaled. " Arsene Snow…" he started, his voice low with power. " I'm here to kill you."
And I pointed to myself, a teasing grin on my lips. " Come on: You think you can kill this King? You'd have a better shot if you hired a whore to seduce this King. Has becoming Belphigore's bitch made you retarded? You'd seek suicide in this Lord's hands. A wise decision, boy."
"Arragant.."
"What's that? Say it with your chest." I shouted, embellishing in the tremblings of his shoulders, the hardening of his jaw, the gritting of teeth against one another, and his fingers curling into fists. What lay before me wasn't a man nor god, but a broken thing. A toy for those stronger than he was.
"I should have killed you the day we met. I should have…" bleeding regret, laughter sprang from my throat in a symphony of darkness. "You destroyed everything… You ruined everything!!!"
I shrugged. "It's what I do. But what I'm curious about is how you found me. I'm sure no one was tracking us." My eyes narrowed, and with a chuckle, I continued: "Zantar, you don't truly believe you can kill this Lord. So what is it? Have you come to kowtow to this Lord? Have you come to pledge fealty to me? I'll allow it. But it would be out of pity. I'm sure I could find a spot for you as a member of someone's reverse harem. It's not a bad life if you ask me. Perfect for you. "
A/N: Arsene is such a dick.
He shuddered as if an earthquake had struck, shaking his being. "You've so many enemies. You didn't cut from the roots. So many that—"
"Losers is what they are. Haven't you heard? Those that cut from the root are nothing more than cowards. Fearful that one day another will overrule them. I am Arsene Fucking Snow. With a flick of my wrist, the Abyss will heed my word. With another, the darkness shall beckon to my will. I left so many enemies to watch you little insects squirm like the little worms you are. Look at you sucking at the teeth of Belphigore for a little power."
"YOU UNDERSTAND NOTHING!!!!" He bellowed in a howl of fury. His Necrotic aura flared over the horizon in a cataclysm of might only a fallen could hold. "YOU ARRAGONT BASTARD!!!!"
Wow… he really is mad. Lol. I am good. But what is there to expect? Before my words, even the great Mephisto and Lucifer will fall prey. The Second coming of Arsene is on the horizon.
"You lonesome bastard. You ruined chaos cycles of planning, of grinding for power. Master is dead, killed by you."
"Technically I—"
"SILENCE!!!" He howled, snapping his finger in an accusing tone toward me. " It was you! YOU! No more tricks, no more games. No more schemes! You are dead, Arsene. Today… You, the Second Sovereign of the Nines, will perish."
Unease swiftly gathered through my heart, and my aura began to rise, swallowing this land in a sea of dark nodes… Just in case.
"You right…" He crackled, his madness in his scarlet eyes spiraling out of control as the Mark of Belphigore shimmered. "I can't defeat you… You are too strong. Too powerful. My time—
"Good. Then fuck off—"
"But we can… Fifty Rankers can." He thundered as flashes of light surrounded me. "All of us are sure to kill you."
Swiftly transferring the entire Godwoods to Noctem, I calmly stared as the Hive Mind in my soul hummed to life. "Zantar mate… you really went out of your way to kill me. I'm quite impressed you got so many rankers to help you." I said, watching as these Fifty Rankers all got into a formation.
And a thought came to mind: Tenebrae was right. I should have trained a few disciples. For moments like this… Well, I got the Hells. But in the future. I know.
"Tiamat… Heed my call." I called on to her as the draconic Qi spiraled over the horizon in a pillar of Almighty Essense. A smile appeared over my lips as I called to another: "Heed my call, Freya."