Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 316: Solomon - Dread

"What have you done, Sitri," I uttered aloud, watching the madness below. "Arsene is not following logic anymore. What has happened?"

That little play with Sif was horrific. The emotions he has shown I had not thought of him displaying such a deep understanding of deception. It was like looking at a different person— In fact, even the way he is killing is starting to look different.

It was not getting better but rather more abstract. Arsene's spear did not seem to belong to his orderly and chaotic battle style but rather something different. If I didn't know better, I would think Arsene had different personalities or had soul fragments of various beings.

Whatever Sitri did, he may have pushed the wrong button. That black blood is also different, it is flowing, but there are no wounds. A phantom injury? But a soul bender cannot be affected by such things, can they?"

"Goodbye, Thor,"

Scrunching my brow, I sighed, "How disdainful, but it is far too early to allow you to die. Your Legacy cannot fall into Arsene's hands."

Taking a single step, space began to shrink, forcing my body to appear right in front of Tyr. Raising my staff, a resounding ding rang through the air, shaking all of Midgard.

"Argo!" Tyr muttered, not surprised by my arrival.

"So you have betrayed us?"

"This does not concern you, Argo. If you want to kill Arsene, he is right there. Why stand in my way?" said Tyr, pointing towards the slaughtering calamity.

Waving my palm, the mangled body of Thor vanished, leaving me surrounded by a few gods. Smiling, I peered towards Arsene killing. I was sure he would have noticed, but his blade and actions did not wavier. Did he not care about the power I just showed?

No, he must have figured out my identity. Or more likely must know Nox is serious about killing him, so they sent me.

"All of you stand down, let him go," The voice of Arsene echoed, "No need for everyone to die."

Glancing towards the young man killing like a raging monster, I frowned. His dismissive behavior was strange. Arsene was cold, calculating, a little whimsical at times, and could be described as insane, but he was a man that never left any nook or cranny overlooked. Why Ignore me? This would be the perfect opportunity to learn about me.

Holding a baffled expression, Tyr lowered his weapon, noticing I was not attacking. He studied my expression for a while, trying to measure the impossible.

"So you figured out who I was?" I inquired, only be met with the chilling laughter.

"Do not bother," said Tyr, "he has been like that for six months. You would not happen to know what has happened?"

Touching my chin, an infinite amount of knowledge began to enter my soul, yet none of it pertained to Arsene and his castle. It was like a blank stain. He did not exist, not even his past. If I didn't have Nox on my side, I would not know he was on Tensen Lumireis before.

"Do you know what happened?"

"Was hoping you would," Said Tyr withdrawing from sight. "We are retreating, I will not allow my men to be slaughtered like this."

Glancing towards the demons glaring, but neither attacking. I did not bother trying to kill them. I am sure Arsene would get more. Teleporting to Sitri's side, my gaze fell upon his ugly expression twisted in anxiety.

"What?" I asked, peering towards... The skinless thing with a spike piercing through its head. Widening my eyes, I backed away, feeling something off about this thing. It had no eyes, flesh, or defining features upon its body.

"It still will not listen," Sitri begrudgingly said, "I used a Torment of Azeroth, but aside from the basic commands of standing and sitting, nothing."

"Dear God," I whispered to myself, turning my head away, "Who was it? I cannot feel any type of energy upon it."

"Lilith," He said, sending my heart into chaos."It will seem I will have to use more. This bitch is genuinely making me work. "

Feeling the hairs upon my body rise on end, a cold permeated my flesh. Taking a step back, I turned to Lilith, glaring at me with her hollow eyes.

"Had to make her like this. She is quite the vixen, I tell you. Especially her when her eyes her lifeless, they were like marvelous gems, I... Never mind. What did you need, Soloman."

"You used a Torment of Azeroth upon Lilith, The Daughter of Asmodeus and Princess of the Abyss." I weakly said, trying to understand. "Sitri, forgive my rudeness but are you mad? Asmodeus is one thing, but have you forgotten of Leviathan? And the biggest problem, The Abyss itself? It's alive, you know, a being of absolute, yet you used a torment of Azeroth?"

"Indeed," Sitri venomously whispered, "and I plan on using more. You see, Lilith and I have this bet. I was sure she knew Arsene would succeed, but with this. I can ensure that even if Arsene manages to win, I still win."

"She will not be able to call in anything. You are erasing her everything." I whispered.

The Torment of Azeroth was one of the Devil race's go-to weapons of control and torment. It placed you in an infinite replica of hell itself. Forcing you to go through all nine realms till nothing of your ego is left. It's a tool meant to break demons who step out of line. While also giving you control of said person's body, knowing what was going on but never doing anything about it. There feeling of pain would increase not based upon a factor but rather time. The longer one remained, the more sensitive they would become.

"Yes, she had said a little too much, you see, and with Arsene's involvement with Lord Asmodeus, I knew I did not have much time and that Lilith must have a way of escape. These two were planning something together, and I will make sure Arsene pays the price for his Transgression."

Covering my mouth, I could not help but burst into laughter," Transgression? Sitri, you may have triggered something you should not have."

"Asmodeus will not know till it's over!" said the Prince, drawing another Torment of Azeroth.

"I was not talking about Asmodeus, but the Chosen of Tenebrae. Lilith is Yura, isn't she... They are sharing each other's pain, the Black Blood, upon Arsene's cheeks, the tears that fell endlessly... It all makes sense now." I shouted, tearing my eyes off Sitri, placing them upon the Soulbender.

Arsene was not truly mourning due to her death, he was crying for the torment of his wife... He might not even know. The different personalities shown within his blade, the insanity, upon the battlefield. If this continues, Arsene will also become a different person, and not for the better. And with Lilith by his side. Dear God!

Asmodeus, was this your plan? You would not allow this I know for sure. Is there another party? There has to be. Wait... Arsene said, little brother! If he is involved, then why put Arsene through this? Why not give him help? I am missing something.

"~Sitri~," Lilith hollowly wheezed, in a voice that similar to Arsene and Lilith, sending a shiver down my spine."We~are~coming!"

Licking his lips, he jammed another Torment of Azeroth into her right shoulder and then into her left. He gripped her bloody cheeks, squeezing them tightly.

"And I shall be waiting."

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