Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

"Sene…" She whispered in my ear, her chest hammering like a rabbit\'s.

"Hmmm?"

"I got to feed the twins."

"... Right… I damn near forgot we had kids. Can\'t you send a clone?" I protested. Lilith giggled, resting on my chest; she peeped her head up. Her Amythest eyes shimmering with longing. She sat up, revealing that body that enthralled me each time I saw it.

"Nope. The kids are too powerful. The Father did something to keep their power at bay, but \'Black Abyss\' is still adapting to the little ones. They need real milk, not that fake shit." She said, shooting me a wink as she donned some garments. Lilith licked her plump lips as she blinked from my vision.

I sighed. "I need some wine. Fuck." Shooting up, I blinked into action. Arriving at my throne, I dropped, appearing in my regal attire, and allowed my command to echo across the Second Layer of Hell: "Bring me all Infomation on the Libary of Silence."

Flames roiled through my throne room as high-rank demons and devils began to flash through my court. Lining themselves in a single file line, they appeared gripping an Elrdrich slab. My eyes narrowed as the first high-rank devil crawled on his knee to me, his head bowed.

"His Most Evilness, Dra\'mi\'lulva, Paragon of Despair, has what you asked." The cretin\'s vile misty aura, as corrosive as the dead spreading within my chamber, said, staining my curtains and rug.

I frowned as my guards posted on each existing bled profundity. Killing intent wailed like the souls of the damn, bringing many to their knees.

"This isn\'t your home," I coldly declared, glancing at a Blood Reaver whose name I never bothered to learn. He was tall, nearly seven feet, his skin red as the color of Blood, with twin horns protruding from his skull, engraved with infernal runes. On his back sat a greatsword that smelt of Fallen. The sword wreaked of it. "Kill him."

It was my first real command. And there could not be any humanity in my words. There could not be any weakness. No forgiveness, no hesitation, no reasoning. To allow anyone who has some usefulness to spread his power is, without a doubt, an insult to my throne.

A sinful blazed gorged itself from my knight\'s eyes as he moved at such speed I felt Heaven\'s End parted as the sword flared with the aura of the Fallen Angels.

A fine mist gathered in the air, twisting into embers of fleeting light as Dra\'mi\'lulva faded to nothing. I coldly opened my palm, drawing the Eldrich slab into my palm, and a smile appeared on my lips.

"He was a paragon, right?" There was a long silence before a few of my nobles nodded. Their foreheads were wet with sweat. Fear coiled through the darkness of my court as my intent bore its fangs: "Then you know. It\'s not your usefulness that can keep you alive. Disrespect me or my court: and death will be the least of your problems. Toss this insect\'s family into the pits and let them suffer for… let\'s see. Till their existence is wiped from both their minds and our minds."

The sorted line trembled as I signaled for the next in line, who immediately crawled toward me. One after the other, they came towards me, gifting me an Eldritch Slab. And after half a day, I sent the rest back. Those that participated would be rewarded, those that didn\'t… those who were supposedly loyal to me would lose something dear to them.

There were no allies in my court. We were all devils. If you can\'t be useful, I can always find another just as smart and ruthless. After all, all we have in Hell is time.

"Ruling is more fun than I originally thought. Devils are amusing." I mused, chuckling to myself as my court sat empty. I glanced at my Nameless Knight, who stood in silence by my side. "Your name?"

"Killian Rel Dimion," he said in a rasping voice that sounded as if he had gravel in his throat.

"It rhymes."

"Do not dishonor me, My Lord." He coldly said.

Oh! I grinned. " And is that any way to speak to me?"

He nodded without hesitation. " Indeed."

A laugh resounded as I signal to him to stand at the base of my throne. He drew forth, falling to one knee. "Killian… That sword on your back. It smells of Fallen. Why?"

He lifted his lowered head. " To obtain the Title Knight of the Monarch, one needs to slay a Fallen."

I raised a brow. "Interesting. And how many Fallen have you felled."

"Thirteen." Said Killian coldly as if it were nothing.

"And Angels?"

"Can you be specific? What kind of Angel?"

My grin deepened. " You are an interesting one. But I wonder where you were when Metatron and Dream attacked me? Surely you felt their aura."

"Watching."

"Why?"

Killian, for the first time, frowned, and sweat began to fall down his brow, drenching his back as a growl echoed from the back of his head. Station behind him stood the almighty Gadreel bearing his vicious fangs, ready to tear him apart should his response not entertain me.

I hadn\'t even seen when he appeared, but the killing intent was something I was sure only first-generation Fallen could release. It was something that shook even me. That level of madness was something else.

"I… Watched to test you."

"Test me? Why?"

"You… You are not a Fallen, My Lord." He said, shuddering as if he hadn\'t killed a Fallen before.

I chuckled, called Gad to me, and like a good boy. He trotted to me, resting at my feet: "Do you still have loyalty to your Mother?"

"Mother? I don\'t have a—"

"Ishar, the Maiden of Blood. Your creator."

Fear coiled through his eyes as he lowered his head: "A little, my Lord. She is…"

"Your True Master? HAHA. It\'s fine. I understand the ties of Blood. It\'s something that runs so deep that it feels like I\'ve not even touched the Mastery of Blood Laws. Ishar was the only being I once saw to call on the direct power of the One with her understanding of Blood. It was downright terrifying. And yet, with all that power, she still serves beneath Mephisto. Now… isn\'t that a truly terrifying understanding."

Killian grimly nodded. " The Master of the Eighth Layer is ranked first on the list of most powerful, despite not being nearly as powerful as the others."

"I get it… He is the Batman of the Myriad Heavens.

"Batman?" Said Killian.

"Exactly."