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Chapter 288: Lilith - Shadowfell

Lifting my gaze towards the echoes of the night consuming the Nine realms in its darkness, a trace of fear gripped my soul as both Sitri, and I peered out towards him. Even if he stood trillions of light-years away, I could feel it. Tenebrae had descended upon the land caressing his body with her darkness.

"A Dao Heart," Sitri whispered in shock, rising from his chair.

Gradually all-natural light that existed with the world faded, leaving only a world of black even to those that could see within the darkness.

"So he is to be her chosen!" The Prince of Hell stated, turning his ruby eyes towards me, "You don't seem to be happy? Think his connection with you may be gone after this?"

Ignoring his words, the echoes of Arsene's heart began to pour into my soul. Feeling his cruelty, Power, and Intent, I smiled, lifting my head towards him.

Feeling a few tears slip down my cheek, a smile I could not contain filled my soul. This was where he would finally begin his bath, into Godhood.

"Hm, I didn't have this inside my plan. It would seem he is truly beloved by Tenebrae; he must have undoubtedly entered the Shadow Realm." Sitri coldly muttered with a smile. "Tell me then, Lilith, what do you think I should do?"

"Nothing, we both know you cannot interfere, and even if you could. Tenebrae is currently standing guard; even if you managed to push her will aside, do you think it would be worth it? Her will, like the Abyss, is very complex, but I do think you should give it a try."

"You underestimate me. I am a devil that stands by the Nines. Tenebrae... I owe her nothing.

Not responding to his words, my mind began to fade as I felt the darkness call out to me. Hearing its soft, gentle, ethereal whisper pressed against my ears. A drowsy hue slowly began to press against my abyssal soul.

"Arsene," I whispered, noticing my vision beginning to fade.

"Girl, what has happened?" Sitri called out.

Confused, my sights slowly slipped deeper and deeper into darkness as the whisper grew stronger. I could feel his Will, his intent for power, for freedom.

"He calls to you Child of the Abyss," A whisper of darkness said, "he calls to you within his will. Tell me, little one, why does he call for you and not I?"

"I am his wife... His mate, and you, his mother." I said, unable to only speak the truth I meant not to share.

"He is my chosen, now. A creature of Darkness, a Shadowfell. One born of the Demons and Devils of Nines, molded by the abyssal force he held and purged by my will."

"Shadowfell?"

"Yes, that will be the new name of his race, for he is no longer what he was before. Arsene Snow of the Nines hells is gone. Shadowfell is what he is now. A being not of my will, nor anyone but his own.

Touching my heart, I smiled, feeling a sense of completion. "Tenebrae... why did you choose him?"

"I was asked, asked by one feared by all even I. He came to me upon the Dawn of End. Revealing his intent, and I agreed."

"You were scared? Are you not one of the oldest entities in creation?"

"Yes, but when 'He' gave me life, from my darkness, a will became a thought than soon a body. I became sentient and vulnerable to such mundane concepts." Said Tenebrae without emotion.

"He?" I whispered, touching my chest as a thought suddenly came to me.

"Than am I?"

"Yes," She said as my reality began to spin, twisting and turning.

"How?" I asked only to be met with silence. Lowering my head, the gentle echoes of Arsene's will continued upon my soul, melding within me as tears began to fall.

"Lilith," Tenebrae whispered, "Watch out for Soloman, Sitri is a very intelligent Devil but Soloman, is different. And his sights are upon my chosen. Be careful, for he is here within Midgard.

Confused by her words, my vision onse again slipped as it shifted, appearing before a man I had not seen within five years. Reaching out, I held his face feeling his heartbeat pulsing through my arm.

"Mother!" Zanris called out, sensing me, not seeing.

Caressing his lips with mine, I closed my eyes, reappearing within the office of Sitri. Rushing to grip my neck, I ignored the crushing sensation as my eyes and mind faded.

...

...

...

"Can't you heal? You are an Arch-Devil?" the voice of Einar sounded. "I am not a slave, you know!"

"Just heal her, you annoying shit!"

"So you come to me! Well, kneel! For I Einar shall only heal her if..."

Hearing the echoes of ferocious slaps followed by childish whimpers, my eyes slowly opened towards a face similar to a pufferfish glaring at me.

"Your awake!" It said. "See, I told you you didn't need me!"

"Einar?"

"Missed me?" He asked, simply ignorant of his face, "It's been five... or is it a thousand this bastard placed me in a Time prison. It has been hell! I have literally zero people to talk to, and Truck-kun doesn't answer when I call!"

"You are a strange Angel," I could not help but say. Recalling how ridged ordinary angels are."

"Thanks," said Einar, "being compared to those bastards is seriously annoying. Although that Time prison is a bit better than heaven. It's even more boring there!"

"That cannot be true." Sitri adamantly stated, "Arent there like orgies and shit up there? It is heaven after all!"

"Fuck no! Maybe behind closed doors, hiding within five layers of pocket dimensions that link to the Astral Sea and then to The Shadow Realm, Elysium, and various other places, you might find an orgy with an angel, but those bastards are far too stiff. Don't even know if they can get hard."

"How the hell are you not a fallen?" Sitri questioned, astonished by the odd angel, "I have meant to ask, but I find it very strange you have not fallen yet!"

Healing his own face, Einar snickered, stylishly flicking his hair, "Me, fall? Come now, Sitri, your dark excellency. I am an avid believer in the Heavenly Father, plus I stand with the Universes, Ultimate Killer! Hail Truck-kun! And welcome the Echoes of Her horn! PAAAAAMP PAAAAAMP!"

"You're an idiot!"

"Agreed," I said alongside a Prince of Hell.


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Chapter 289: Shadow Heart

"I am alive?"

Opening my sights, I felt a little detached. It was night, yet I was not where I was before but rather within my chambers resting upon my bed. Hoisting my body up, a few strands of dark-colored hair filled with a faint ashen blemish appeared within my sights.

Slowly stepping into the mirror, I watched myself, watch me. I stood a little over two meters in height. My face had not changed much aside from my hair shifting to obsidian black, holding a strand of ashen all around. My eyes, however, had changed; they were no longer crimson but a soul-devouring black. With my emblem embedded into both my pupils, it was no longer a simple ring but rather a string of complex runes twisting overlapping with one another.

"What the hell? Didn't I just form a Mortal Dao? Why did my entire body change?" I could not help but ask.

"You evolved. You are a soul bender, after all. To awaken your mortal Dao within your soul means to alter your body, so is the nature of soul benders, but Is that not what you wanted from your body? To evolve without any form of limit?" A voice from the void echoed. It was cold, almost lifeless, holding no emotion.

"Who?"

"You already know the answer to that." It said, causing a crease to appear upon my face, "Head to the Isle of Yu'drul. I grow tired of waiting. "

"You are not my brother."

"No, but one who shares your gift. One who also has the ability to adapt." He answered, falling silent. Yet his words still continued to resound within my soul.

Flama did say this power I hold was held by another. So he was related to me. Turning away from the mirror, I stepped outside upon the patio. To feel the gentle breeze against my skin.

"How long are you going to watch me?" I asked, feeling everything within my sights was a part of my zone. The subtle flow of qi, the faint, almost none existence tremor of space, I could feel and, in a way, control it all.

"You noticed?" Fraya said, appearing by my side.

Turning my head towards the Goddess of Love, my sights fell not upon her but rather her heart. It was crying, festering with hate and malice. A deep loathing but not at me. No, it was directed somewhere.

Slowly information I never knew appeared within my head, a face not seen since the War of Demons and Devils. Odin, the all-father, clenching an innocent Freya's throat. She begged, she screamed, yet was only met an excitement fueled by lust as he threw her upon the ground tearing her clothing away. Her first time, I believe.

"Arsene?" Freya called out.

Not saying a word, I came to understand the shadow of truth within her heart, her fears, and her will. Devil Hearts were not necessarily evil. They were the self dought, the remorse, the mistakes we contemplate every day. And Freya... her personality is founded upon a devil heart.

"Freya, how is the Court of Nox doing?"

Taking a step back, Freya frowned with alert eyes. "Why do you asked?" She questioned, confused as to why she seemed to be so defensive.

"I would like to know what they are giving you? You are, after all, working with me as well. I think it's only fair I know as well, don't you?" I muttered, drawing closer, feeling an unfamiliar control rising within me the moment I peered into her broken heart.

Freya, her very personality was founded upon her experience. The innocent she once held corrupted, the love she had for the All-father a lie, the child she should care for a stain upon her name. Everything about her was a lie, a persona she created to hide or rather fight against reality.

Shaking before my intense gaze, Freya's breath grew a little raged, "Your gaze... when did it become so frightening?" She asked, trying to play to my ego.

Smiling, I turned towards the stars, "Freya, do you know what your greatest desire is?" I inquired, knowing she herself did not know.

Feeling my gaze not upon her, a relief she did not express upon her face fill her heart. "The Vanir throne, I have never tried to hide that."

"Oh really, I would think it would be revenge," I whispered, licking my lips at the shutter that passed through her. "revenge against your husband!"

"HE IS NOT MY HUSBAND!" Freya screamed, consuming the skies with her divinity. Shaking the very realm of Midgard with her absolute power. "He is not my husband! Not anymore, not anymore!"

"Yet his hold still lives within you. Don't you think he has already won even while dead? Look at you, can you say you are the same little girl you once were?"

"I.. no, what does that matter?"

"What if I could give you your wish?" I softly stated, turning to capture her distraught appearance with my gaze. " What if... Just what if I could gift you him? Odin, that is."

Watching the malice burning brighter within her heart, a wave of newfound strength began to rise within me. I could feel her wrath and her lust for blood-consuming her mind. Her heart was mine, the Sin of Lust for his blood, the raging Wrath she held all of it within her was fueling my body. Freya, the walking Devil heart... she was mine.

Pulling the strings of her heart, I lifted her chin, "I will not make you a deal, Freya. No, not yet. Not when your so distraught, go and think." I said, wishing for the sins burning bright to fester. So is the way of a Devil Heart.

Leaving the Goddess of Love to her wonder, I made for my throne my eyes upon the many demons within my halls. Watching the torment of their souls burning in an infinite cycle of torture. Demons and Devils were said to hold no Devil's heart, but could it be because they themselves are tormented souls? Creatures are shadows of their former selves. It's not that they are immune to it, but instead, they are more willing to accept the change allowing them to fall deeper into their depravity, knowing they cannot change what they are. The insanity that is born from demons, the ruthless disregard for life, all of it stems from a simple truth.

Coming to a halt, I turned towards my blackened throne, "I should not call this ability the power of a devil's heart... For I have Fused the Seven sins together, with the Dao of kings, and numerous other concepts... I shall call this Shadow Heart. For it allows me to see the shadows of the past. The darkest secrets that are hidden by those lost in their madness."


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