Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

"She\'s been wanting to tag Mephisto for the longest." Izzy reminded me. 

"And she got Noctua instead. I\'d rather not have a monster like Noctua resurrected and his location be unknown to us." I said. 

"It\'s fine. All who are resurrected by your sister sign a contract. Whether he likes it or not. He\'ll have no choice but to join us." Zero declared, his focus landing on Arsene, surrounded by flecks of golden light. Nodes of transcendent radiance shimmered profundity as he hovered in the air. 

"He seems more like an angel now than he does a demon," Van muttered. 

I nearly laughed. " Then you truly are blind." I stared at Arsene, clenching my chest at the great evil his body and soul carried. There was nothing holy about Arsene. Nothing. His kids are so fucked. This level of madness will tear away at their minds. 

"Let us begin," I finally told them, whisking through subspace. Hands flew, tearing through Enoch\'s rib cage in quick succession when seven more palms landed before he realized I struck, blasting bits of ligaments, organs, and limbs into the air. 

"HE\'S MINE!!!!" Mephisto shouted, cleaving down that accursed sword that smelt a bit like Arsene. 

Yin And Yang swelled over both of my palms, catching hold of this blade\'s horrid power. I transferred the sheer force of death to my arms, ready to tear my body to pieces, as I followed up with a shoulder brash to Enoch\'s regenerating body. 

A mist of Fallen blood washed over me when Azathoth came like a fleck of light, his expression hard and his sword even faster. However, I was prepared. The Weave flashed over my eyes, filling my soul with its omnipotent power. 

"Breaker!~" Clenching my fist, ready to shatter the Weave to dust, Azathoth quickly backed away, sensing his end. He frowned. 

"What a nasty ability you have." He said grimly. 

"Who side are you on?" Mephisto coldly asked, his usually calm aura replaced with ice. 

"Mine… and we need him. Isn\'t that right… Pale Lord?" I asked as a silvery wisk of light appeared before Azathoth, faster than anything I\'d seen before. Her talons came out of subspace, catching his face. She tore him from his feat into an unknown realm. 

"... Just what is going on?" Mephisto coldly asked, glancing at what just occurred and then back at me. 

"Thank Arsene. That idiot said you\'d have thought of every possibility, and so too would Enoch. So he had us devise a separate plan, not just to screw Enoch over, but you as well." 

"Enoch can\'t live," Mephisto said, his voice like stone. 

"Because Izalith revealed something?" I sneered, glancing at Arsene. "Can\'t you feel that horrid madness? Do you think she is sane? I can barely trust Arsene. What makes you think you can trust some girl?" 

"This had nothing to do with some child. No. It has everything to do with Enoch." His icy red eyes shimmered, narrowing as he turned to the congealing mass that was Enoch. "He\'ll die today." 

"Maybe… but I\'d rather find out what he knows."

Mephisto arced his head. "It\'s been a while since we fought to the death. You sure about this?" 

"Are you?" I said as Truck-Kun grinned. Her innocent look faded as her physical form began to transform. 

"Don\'t forget me."

When Mephisto glanced to his rear, his gaze narrowed, his eyes meeting with the golden ones of Aurelia. 

"The entire snow family. Against me. Eh." He smiled. 

"Just summon your Hell Gate. I can already see it forming. Ishar can catch these hands, too." I mused, opening my left palm. Requirm appeared. 

… Arsene, I hope you know what you\'re doing… this is fucking insane. I\'m sure Mephisto has already caught on… but everything I\'ve spoken was utter bullshit. Nevertheless, for you to succeed, we need chaos. 

And there is no one better at creating chaos than Mephisto. 

A swelter of power roiled through the myriad, burning the dimensional barriers between each upper Heaven, creating power vacuums. I frown as the Eighth Lord\'s Hell Gate emerged from the void behind him. 

Rifts tore open, one after the other, fueling this Heaven with an untamed power as she appeared, wrapped in a wheel of orbiting blood. 

Fallen and Seraphic Blood. 

Hair red as the blood she carried, Ishar fiendishly grinned. "My Lord, you always seem to call me during the worst of times. Good to see you again, Zariel, Zhu, and my lovely Aurelia. My… is the entire Order of Chaos here as well." Godly light separated itself from the blood Ishar carried as her scarlet eyes turned golden with the Father\'s Heavenly Light. She smirked, bearing two wings of black and white. 

"AHHHHHH~" Regaining consciousness, Enoch roared with pain as I glanced at the foolish traitor, to the sliver of my soul I left in his just in case something happened. 

"Shut the hell up!" Aurelia shouted, grinning with a golden sword on her shoulder. "Who you want, dumb-dumb? Mepho, or Ishar?" 

"... I\'ll take Mepho. You take Lucifer. Sister, you provide support for the Order." 

"Eh?!!" 

When Aurelia turned to the north, a few miles away to the defining power growing out of subspace, and from it, the Nighth Lord of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar, and by his side his Hell King Amara. 

Sensing more Hell Gates opening, belonging to the other Monarchs of Hell, I smiled, knowing Arsene\'s plan was coming along. 

If there was ever a weakness to every Lord of Hell, it was that they would never miss out on drama. Especially drama involving Mephisto, the trickster of the Hells. And with all the Hell Lords Gathering all in one spot… 

"Cease this nonsense!" Came the self-righteous voice of Micheal and Shiva booming through the battlefield, just as planned. 

I smiled, remembering Arsene\'s words. \' Remember, little brother. If you can\'t outsmart them… create a scenario no one can win.\' 

From the Pillars of Heavenly Light piercing through the void, Archangel after Archangel began to appear. And at the head, gripping the divine sword that once defeated Lucifer, Michael stood. 

"This needs to stop, or you\'ll destroy all of the Myriad Heavens." He roared. 

"As Protector, you should know this, Zariel Snow! " Shiva attested, stepping shoulder to shoulder with Michael. 

"Sorry… I\'m on maternity leave," I told him, smiling. 

"Shameless bastard!"