Chapitre 1077: Requiem IV
"... you pimped out my daughter?"
Never before had such a rancid taste spilled into my mouth, sending vicious spasms into the core of my being.
"Did… did you just cough blood?" Lily asked.
Even the sweet taste of blood seemed coppery under this grim evening. Am I having a seizure? Has years of brain damage caught up with me? Lilith does like to pound my head over the ground as she rides me. That must be it. I must have fainted.
Coughing up a mouthful of bitter blood into the empty void below, I groaned. " Lily… Did you pimp out my daughter?"
"Bitch I'm Lily! Have you any idea how many bitches I got Ves to down? Of course, I've got to do the same for Iza. She's my girl, and I've taught her everything she needs to know."
"I don't need a stained woman." Michael was the first to say. "If one cannot hold out, no matter the temptations, there is no point in my marriage."
"Are you clean?" Lily snapped in an accusing tone.
"But of course. I believe in a clean body and mind. And it's a moral doctrine I'd like my children to follow." He added with a poised demeanor.
"And you are willing to kill me? Is that also part of your doctrine?" I grimly said, staring dead into his eyes that seemed as calm as a lake.
"Indeed. The child will understand that her Father was a bad man. A demon of all things. A cannibal. A child killer. Am I wrong in my assumtions? Oh… They aren't assumptions, are they? You've done all those things. Both your children will be better off without someone like you."
"They are my children. Born of my seed. They are mine for all intensive purposes, and I shall raise them in my image. You, a mere outsider, have no right to say otherwise."
"Perhaps." He stared and drew closer, stopping no more than seven paces away. "But is it not my prerogative to smite all that is evil? You contribute to the principalities of the Fallen Angels. What greater evil is there? So claim as much as you want, but you, Arsene, like Zariel, have sinned."
"What a fucking square." Lily begrudgingly moaned. " I thought he was chill. You should have seen the battle between him and Zariel. Epic. But now he seems like a limp dick bitch. Weak. This dude seems like he got zero-game. Damn. What an L."
Hearing lily spit insults aloud, I slowly watch a glimmer of golden arcs of holy might flicker across the golden child of heaven.
"Boy… Not even Metatron can save you this day." He spoke, lifting the contain of gore up. "Tell me what you know about the Teleth."
"... Are you serious?" I questioned, glancing back at the questioning eye of Tene.
"Tena or Tene? Which one do you like?"
"Eh?"
"I like Tene," I mentioned, nodding a little at my greatness. "It's a nickname, dear. Could it be that you've never had a nickname all your life?" I shook my head and sighed.
Tenebrae's dark eyes seemed to dim as she rested her head over my shoulder, pondering something.
Chucking at her confusion, I glanced at Michael. " Can you tell me if Michael is retarded? If you're going to kill me, why would I tell him anything? What are you going to do, Michael? Beat me with the bible? Will you attempt to exercise the demon out of me? Will the power of christ compel me to spill my guts? Bitch, please. Fuck off into your daddy's arms. I've no time for you."
Shoulders trembling, Michael poised expression began to slip. He opened his mouth." The power of Christ will
"COMPEL DEZ NUTS!!!!" Shouted the obnoxious Lily laughing her ass off. "BOOM Bitch! Gotcha!"
Sickingering a little at Lily's silly antics, I could only watch as the mask over Michael slowly crumbled.
Pointing in the direction of the Bridge of the Damn, I smiled. " Oh, come on, Michael. Do you honestly think I'm so defenseless? Come on? With all you know about me, do you really think I'd make myself a target? Look who's there."
Flicking his eye towards Chemosh, who could all but be seen waving back at him with a foolish grin, I couldn't help but smile.
"Chemosh?" He glanced back at me with knitted brows. " You think he can stop me? Chemosh is nothing more than a fool that doesn't even have the right to stand in the same realm as I."
"And what of me, dear brother?" Another dark fiendish voice that prickled my skin uttered as the void shuttered, revealing Belphegor. "Why don't you release the remains of Balor?"
"If it isn't the motherfucker. How is that whore you dare call a mother and wife? How low you've fallen." Michael calmly voiced, but the disgust couldn't be mistaken, "It would be my honor to end your life. Creation would be better off."
"Is that Michael I see talking shit?" Another voice filled with venom uttered, sending a deep chill into my heart.
"Beelzebub."
"Don't forget about me, little brother. It is I, Dagon."
"Samayaza here."
"Belial here."
Sensing the darkness suddenly quiver at the nature of a shadow as dark as Tenebrae herself, a cold icy voice echoed. ' Bezaliel here." And Tenebrae trembled.
"Tamiel here. It's good to see you, dear brother."
Staring dead at the eight Fallen that all appeared one after the other. I took a couple of dozen steps away. I knew it wasn't going to do shit, but holy shit! Mephisto isn't playing any games.
"Galreel…" A slow ethereal dark voice uttered, sending shivers down my spine. "Present.
"And I make Ten." The icy voice of Mephisto claimed as he materialized by my side, carrying one of the coldest looks to date.
"Mephisto," Michael whispered in a shutter as he looked around at the nine fallen surrounding him. "You planned this?"
Mephisto turned to me while shooting Tenebrae a deep look in the process. " You should leave."
More than willing to dip, Tenebrae's grip tightened around my neck. " Y-your angry… You're very angry. Why? I've never seen you so—"
"Aunty," Mephisto said, cutting her off. " Leave. Or you'll be joining Michael in the ground."
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