Chapter 273: Hell on Midgard

"They say when a soul benders mate dies, so to do they. So what do you think will happen when he finds out I have his wife?"

Looking through the eyes of Lilith, my mind slowly chilled to a point ice began to spread throughout the grassy field I sat upon. Feeling the indifference within Lilith's heart, I whispered. "Can you escape?"

"I can, but we both know this is our best move!" Lilith responded, flicking her hair gazing upon Sitri with her Amethys eyes. "Should I escape, your chances of death will shrink even more than it already is, and Sitri knows that. Like you, he will have contingencies. I am protected, but Arsene, you not so much."

"Oh, how could I forget?" Sitri suddenly said with a grin, turning to Lilith or rather me. "Arsene, I am sure you are watching. You have twenty years; that is all I will give you. I expect to see you on the Isle of Yu'Durool, Assuming you can even make it there."

Pushing off the ground, the connection with Lilith was severed, leaving me hollow for the first time in a long time. Paling blood began to leak from my lips as my heart began to bleed with heartbreak.

"Arsene!" melinoë called out, gripping my shoulder.

Not bothering to reply, I teleported within the throne Aze. Feeling the Aura of Lilith, a laugh sounded from my lips. A laugh consumed with... Sitri... Sitri... Sitri.

Unable to hold it in any longer, blood black as night leaked from my pores as ancient markings began to flow over me. Gripping my heart, a single sin began to pulse from my very soul. My very existence began to throb with so much sin I felt my soul smolder with ashen flames.

"Appear," I commanded in indifference as the fury within my heart only began to grow, walking to the throne that was once Ezras. My fingers slowly traced upon the metal straight from the nines, yet I did not marvel as one should have. Turning around, I took my rightful seat, feeling the flames of this entire city echoed, forming a connection to me.

Bearing down towards to those that held my blood on one knee, a wrathful intent gripped my very nature as the mark of Bahoment began to pulse. However, with the markings of my soul spreading over my body, it began to fade. No more would Baphomet or any other devil be able to see me. Those days are gone, no more schemes, only blood!

"Zanris, go and get Anya, Mare, and the Abyssal children."

Not speaking a word, Zanris vanished, while my gaze fell upon Orion and Trygve, "You will go to every house within this city and turn every single man, woman, children, and the very animals into demons. I don't care what deal you have to make with the Nines. That is my command, and it will be done in one month's time. This entire city will be a devils and demons domain. Now Go!"

"Yes, your Grace," The duo shouted, vanishing from my sights.

"Geir, how is the Demonic Army going?"

"Very well, my lord, we have a powerful army of five hundred million. All of them are at minimum Heavenly Transformation after the turn. " Geir explained in a fearful tone.

"Only five hundred? With the size of Midgard, how is that possible?" I questioned as a blackened soul flame appeared within my palms. "Geir, why is your army so small?"

"Your grace, it's not my fault! We were ambushed by some odd beings pulsing with heavenly power. I killed them, but they destroyed a part of my army."

"Fucking, Nox," I barked as ashen flames showered my body bring a powerful heat that tore at the heavens. "Get me an army Geir, or you and your daughter will face a torment none of you will make it out of. You have three months; if you are attacked by those fuckers again, contact Anya or Mare. You can fuck off now."

Closing my eyes qi of heaven and earth began to flood my body as a wave of nausea that should have accompanied it simply faded, allowing me to cultivate without worry. However, I knew once these markings vanished, that curse would still remain.

"My Lord, I have brought everyone," Zanris stated with a heavy heart. Her expression pale like ash feeling my sinful wrath overflowing.

"Get back to Crossroads; you know what to do!" I commanded, turning towards the twins and Liliths children.

Falling to their knees to my surprise Anya and Mare spoke in sync, "By her majesty Ezra Asdmodeus you are now our lord. This was her final command before we felt our connection to her vanished. What is thy will, my lord."

"Open the Bifrost, and connect every realm to Midgard. I want billions of monsters storming this land. Twist space all around if needed; we need chaos. Once you are done, head to Alfheim and Oliva the Rune of Teleportation and a message.. "

Hearing my command, the twins nodded, dismissing themselves as my gaze finally fell upon the last group within my throne room.

"I had hoped to have you all trained, but a trial by fire is more than welcome." I coldly stated, watching the fearful faces of the Abyssal Children. "All of you will be with Geir in his campaign of slaughter. Your goal is to learn about your abyssal powers and get stronger. Your master has been taken, as I am sure you already heard."

"Arse..."

"Did I allow you to speak, Victoria?!!" I coldly bellowed as a wave of killing intent stormed my throne room. "I do not care about your pitiful ass problems. Solve them yourselves. However, should one of you die, I will make all your lives hell. Falis is your weakest link, so be mindful. Now, leave before rip your limbs from your bodies."

Astounded and appalled, dragonsbane appeared within my palms as my hellish intent began to radiate off of me. Watching The Abyssal Children shiver, I snapped, teleporting them via the runes to Geir.

"Arsene, I know you are angry, but you need to think rationally."

"Angry? Melinoë, I am not angry." I called out, gazing towards the ashen goddess hovering above me. "No, anger is an understatement. Anger is what mortals feel. No Melinoë, what I am feeling is so much more."

Clenching Dragsonbane tighter, the Flames of Hellfire scattered out from my body, growing stronger than ever before. Its hellish flames no longer tearing at my skin like it once did.

"ANGER!!! I AM NOT ANGRY WOMAN! " I howled to the heavens as the flames continued tearing reality apart.

"MY WIFE IS GONE!!!! AN YOU SAY I'M ANGRY! GODS, DEMONS, KINGS, ALL OF THEM WILL PERISH, FOR THEIR SCREAMS WILL ECHOS ACROSS CREATION, AND THE BLOOD OF MIDGARD WILL SPREAD!