Richters expression could not have been darker, contorting into a hideous beast that craved blood. Eroma had stated he held the devil's blood in him, but I felt nothing even as his hatred blossomed. I am curious about Asmodeus intentions.
Seething with hate, Ritcher reached for his waist, ready to unsheath his sword. His silver eyes glowed, releasing a menacing aura that had my brow arched. "I will cut you down!"
"Richter," Mother softly mourned, placing her hands over his shoulder; a weak whimper escaped her throat, and tears crept over her cheeks as she shook her head, "Please don't. At least, try—"
"Not even for you, mother! Never! He crossed a line!" Said Richter darkly.
Rolling my eyes, an exhaustive breath of air raced from my lips, "If you think you can defeat me, please do draw that sword of yours. I will kill you now and let this matter rest. Or you can grow the fuck up and accept what happened with a smile or frown. I don't care which. Right now, we are all in danger. Now shut the Hell up before I ask dear old Seraphina to knock you unconscious."
Loathing poured from Richters expression. He shuttered for a few moments, then dropped his hand off the hilt of his sword. Then snorted, bearing a grim look, he sent a disgusted glance toward Sera, revealing to him more about her character than she would have liked. After all, we were once enemies.
"Mother, Father, Good to see you two again. Unfortunately, time is not on our side. Lilith, Sera, Simp, we are leaving," I inform, allowing a wave of darkness to permeate our bodies and bring us to the first layer of the Shadow Realm. We appeared in a world of grey. The scenery had not changed much, as even my mother and father were there, but they could not see us, but we could see them.
"So," Said Lilith, awkwardly glancing at Sera, who stared. "How have you been?" She asked, having killed one of her kin not even a day ago. "I'm sure this is—"
"Arsene," Seraphina coldly called, "Keep this thing from speaking to me."
Lilith smiled and nudged my shoulder, "You sure you want this one? She seems too vanilla for you."
Knowing better than to answer, a misy haze of contracting light seemed to blend seamlessly from out of space, revealing a gate covered in the ancient runes of Noctem. Fading in and out, the Gate of Noctem slowly became tangible; Glistering like shattered shards of crystals, the runes hummed to life, and the door to Noctem sang to me, placing me under its spell. I became spellbound and approached.
Tracing my fingers over its mysterious surface that ran smoothly over my fingers, a resolve I did not think belonged to me nor Aegis filled me.
Pushing the Gates to Noctem open without resistance, darkness swallowed me faster than I could blink, much less think. Unsure if Lilith and the others followed behind, eternal darkness welcomed my eyes, washing over my heart. Knowledge of Ancient Lore seemed to wash over my soul, filling me with information regarding Rule, Darkness, and much more.
A piercing silver suddenly ran through the darkness and touched the center of my head, awakening me to the Land of Enrilia, one of Noctems Seven Prime worlds. Shaken by the Planer Moon, Lunafreya, named after Tenebrae's daughter, I stood wrapped in her benevolent glow that seemed to stir the Sin of Sloth.
Lunafreya, the moon of Noctem, shimmered through the infinite Darkness of Noctem, where the sun never rose, yet stars seemed to glisten like embers. Taken by the cloudless skies of multicolored amethyst, I released a soft breath, feeling that I was home for the first time in my life.
"Arsene?" Lilith called to me, pulling me from this wonderful sensation. Noticing we were in a forest, I smiled and turned to her curious expression. "You Ok?" She asked, placing her hand over my head. "You look pale."
"Pale? I feel good." I softly said, but her cloudy eyes seemed stained with worry. "Are you ok? You seem—"
"We have company!" Sera suddenly said, rushing out from the bushes alongside Richter. "There is a small platoon heading in our direction. One High God and twenty Midgods draped in black cloaks. They are powerful. What do you want to do?"
Enrilia was a very political planet, housing Noctems sole Bank. Of the Seven Prime Worlds, Enrillia was utterly neutral. They did not take part in wars, but that did not mean they did not influence the rising empires or clans. The Banking Clan was always known to play both sides. To battle in this Prime World was asking for death; not even the Chaos Lords during the Broken Era dared to oppose them. Not unless you wish to become enemies with the Imperial Families.
"We will do nothing," I explain, shaking my head. "Place your weapons in your soul in case they steal them."
Sera was the first to open her mouth, but I merely gestured no. "You will die if you fight. Not here, not in Enrilia. This planet is too important. If they are a part of the Banking Clan, it's best not to pick a fight. At least not till I rise to power."
"And we are to believe you?" Richter remarked, crossing his arms.
Not bothering to explain more, I gazed off in the distance, where I saw, as Sera had said, a platoon of soldiers carrying the crest of the banking clans insignia, of a blind goddess holding a scale filled with coins on each side over their chest, was shone over there cloak.
The High God leader stepped out, appearing like a being of darkness, peered through his cloak towards Sera, then Richter, Lilith, and finally me.
He appeared hidden from even my discerning eye when Aegis's voice resounded in my heart, "Arsene—"
"I know," I calmly said, knowing what I needed to do.
Taking a step forward, The platoon of twenty swiftly drew their weapons. Unafraid, I narrowed my eyes and drew a deep breath as a feeling of absolute control washed over me.
"My name is Arsene Snow," I calmly said. "The New King of Noctem, the Next monarch of darkness."I grew solemn instantly, and a regal aura exploded from my serene expression, "And you all will kneel."
Standing at attention before the Brigadier General, Niall Roah, my eyes locked straight ahead as he paced back and forth, frowning deeply near the head of his terminal. He crossed his arms, then turned to me after a lapse of silence. My little brother grunted tirelessly, as he always had when stressed.
"Colonel Cesan, " He formally called, "T-There appears to be a breach. Someone from the outside has successfully breached into Noctem. "
Assuming he was joking, I chuckled, "Brother, if this is a joke, then there is no need to be so formal."
Noctem was isolated from the Exalted Wheele for longer than anyone could remember. If not for an ancient text and hidden Blood Lords within Imperial Families, we would not have even known of the outside Planes.
Niall shook his head, "Colonel," he once more addressed formerly and sternly, carrying a hint of warning in his tone. "I'm serious," he responded. "I have already gathered a squad for you—one of the best."
Handing me a Holocube, technology said to be created on Iluthath; he grimaced with dark smoldering eyes over his pale greyish-black skin. I stood shaken, if not overwhelmed.
"General, what is going on?" I cautiously asked. Glancing around, having only now noticed the lack of people in our midst. "This cannot be right! We—"
"This doesn't come from me, but from the Banking Clan. Don your armor, and move out. Time is of the essence." He forcefully instructed, leaving no room for discussion. Swiftly saluting, I left.
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Charging through the Corsem Forest, Twenty Warrant officers trailed after me as we weaved in a systematic way through trees and bushes. Flying was forbidden this close to the city of Corsem, even for us officers. Rank had meant nothing to the bankings Clan, who ran this city with an iron glove.
Holding out the Holocube, a hologram slowly projected off its surface, revealing the energy signature a few thousand kilometers away; I slowly came to a halt, sensing a ripple of Astral Energy.
"Warrant Officer, Gil, Send a report of a potential Elder God." I coldly commanded as we zoomed over the horizon. Catching sight of two women and two men situated in the exact spot of the energy surge, a grave expression touched my heart as we approached.
I Instructed my men not to say a word with a soul whisper, and I alone stepped out of the formation. Ready to strike at a moment's notice.
The Young Man, with long black and silver hair, seemed to be the leader. Despite his low power, he approached. Nevertheless, the one who caught my eye was the one with what appeared to be a halo blazing with radiance over her head.
"My name is Arsene Snow," he calmly said. "The New King of Noctem, the next Monarch of Darkness," blowing my mind with his theatrics, a force stirred in the night.
My heart shivered, and my legs bent. Struggling with my all to stand straight, a Regal Force blazed like a flame from his body, " And you all will kneel." He finally said.
As if the very Plane was against me, the blood running through my veins seemed to churn, a dark flame slowly blazed from the young man, and all of my warrant officers slowly fell to their knees—all but me.
Struggling with all I held dare, I growled as my very soul for saw images whipping back and forth. They twisted and then surged through my mind. Revealing scenes of blood and darkness tracing back to the Imperial City of Noct, an Astral Qi surged through my heart.
"No!" I cried as my own body did not seem to listen. "Y-You. Who are you?" I said, caving before his Regal aura. I fell to my knees.
Arsene smiled, a little pale. He narrowed his eyes, "Tenebrae has chosen me, and it will seem, my Rule is somewhat established. I wonder if Aldrich can do the same?" He released a deep breath, then spoke, "Remove your hood."
Fear had finally surged into my heart, leaving me exposed, but I was a soldier first and foremost. Allowing my intent to stretch, I awoke the Holocube beneath my cloak and glared at Arsene. Lowering my hood, he showed an odd smile.
"Arsene," the amethyst eye goddess said with a smile brighter than the brightest light, "What do you intend to do now? It's not like they are Sired to you?"She said, revealing a beauty even I, as a Lur'vian, found irresistible.
"Each of the Prime Words has in their position an illusionary throne, of the one Asmdoeus holds. All I need to do is sit upon this throne, and the Seven Imperial Families will bend a knee, whether they like to or not," he informed calmly, then bent down. Pushing his hands through my cloak, he grabbed the holocube; shaking my heart, he held the cube in his hand and smiled.
"How interesting. What is this?" He asked, fiddling with it for a few seconds. When the Amythest eye enchantress placed her hand over it, she frowned.
"It's a communicator, a shop, a spiral ring, a ship, and many other things. This cube can do it all." She relayed to my amazement, lifting her eyes to me. She smirked, "And it's on, transmitting information back to their HQ."
"Let my men go," I said through clenched teeth. These people were monsters. Holocubes were not new, and many knew about them, but I had personally seen Civilization Confused over its mechanics. Simply based on their amazement and wonder, it was clear they did not know what this was, but here we are.
Arsene chuckled, "Lilith, you're scaring him." He said but still nodded. "The rest of you can leave. Tell the banking clan that I am heading to Corsem to take my throne. I would love to see it, seeing how the Corsem Empire was wiped away before the Era of Chaos.
"All of you! Leave!" I commanded without looking back.
"Colonel!" Warrant officer Gil called, hesitant, he opened his mouth, but Arsene was quick to cut him short.
"Go, less I change my mind. Killing my people is not within my interest, even if that person is a Lur'vian." He said, and my heart fell.
"Go," I commanded, and Warrant Officer Gill saluted alongside the others shooting off.
"Your race has truly come a long way." He said, turning to the one I believe to be an angel, "You might not know this, but the Lur'vains were known for their brutality. Only used by organizations to kill and murder. If you need a killer, then there are few better races."
"So they are demons?" The Angel grimaced.
"Far from it. The Lur'vain just didn't know better, or for better words, they struggled with empathy towards other races. They were a tribal clan and based upon his long ear lobes filled with piercing, that tribe still lives on. Isn't that right?"
"You seem to know a lot about us. Do Lur'vains exist in your realm?" I asked, knowing the holocube was still projecting. He shook his head, tossing the Holocube up and down like a toy.
"Nope, you are the first any of us have ever seen; with Noctem blocked off, we don't even have Holocubes. What an exciting piece of technology. But shall we get back to the topic? Oh, forgive me, please, stand up. Not like you can defeat an elder god, right?
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