Monarch of Darkness, Arsene - Chapter 1302 Lilith Snow - Rebirth Of The Archaeon VI

Eating my nose as if it were my tit, Iza refused to unattached herself. Vesyrn, bless his little heart, followed in suit around my ear, hanging about like an earring. He nibbled away.

“These kids are killing me.” I cried, happy that they loved me so much but petrified by how they constantly gnawed at me as if I were only food and nothing else.

“Ah~ They’re so cute!” Damaris exclaimed, taking Ves from my ear into her arms. She cupped his little cheeks, plump as too-soft Buns. Stealing a kiss and a nibble at his tiny feet when he’d look at me.

Watching my baby boy giggle, I smiled, feeling my entire being relax at the sound of his adorable coos. I tugged Iza from my nose, enthralled by the way she giggled as if I’d done something amazing.

“They’re so small,” she said. Vesyrn gave a happy yawn of refusal, and Iza followed suit. They rubbed their eyes and stared at me with two goofy smiles. “Oh? Is it bedtime?”

“They hate sleeping.” I painfully mused.

“Really?”

“I’ve never seen children be tired but refuse to sleep,” I told her, treading my thumb over Izalith’s soothing cheeks. She purred like a little cat.

“… Master. If you keep this up. I’m going to want kids.” Damaris said, lifting Vesyrn to her face. “He’s so cute! I want one! No, I want two! I never knew babies were so—” She paused, turning towards the Myriad Heavens. “My lady—”

“—I sense it too,” I calmly told her, frowning at the intense aura billowing into my domain like a gale of Chaos. We watched as the skies began to crack, breaking apart like glass, leaving nothing but the Chaos that was the abyss in its wake. “Fallen, Angels, Abyss, and More are gathered in one spot.”

“My Lady…”

I glanced at Damaris, looking back at me with anticipation, and sighed, knowing there was no difference between the childish expression shared between Ves and her. “You want to join.”

She nodded.

But I wasn’t too sure. Sensing the terrible power, I knew anything could happen. Zariel and every other member of the Order of Chaos were there. That lying bastard promised he wouldn’t call them. He better not have wet his cock on some whore.

Arsene would definitely be the person to catch something nasty.

Closing my eyes, a sudden keynote rippled through my being, coiling around me as I opened my eyes, startled by the strings of karma between me and Sene. It intensely burned like fire, ravaging me as memories of everything came crashing back. From the time we first met as mortals, to his persistent annoyance, to our first meal, kiss, hug, and… It all came back to me like a flood of memories.

Tears streamed from my eyes as the music began to echo. I gently held onto Iza as she seemed to notice it, reaching for the skies as if calling for her father. Vesyrn followed thereafter, opening his baby palms.

Taking Ves from Damaris, I thought for a second and sent a message to two members of my Generals. And in a heartbeat, End and Cyra were at my heel.

“You two will protect the little ones. Damaris, you may join Arsene. But only with Zariel’s explicit permission.” I told her. I knew Arsene was stepping into a new realm, but I didn’t think it would make such a big stink.

I wonder what Arsene and Zariel are up to?

Chilishly grinning, Damaris, my only God of War, beamed at the thought of entering the battlefield. At the same time, End and Cyra seemed nonplus. I handed Vesyrn to End and Iza to Cyra, a little unsure why my twins were fine in the arms of strangers.

They were supposed to only love me! Little bastards. You are lucky you’re cute. Hmph.

Waving my palm, opening up a portal to my first General, the Dimensional Rift parted, opening itself to my will, as we stepped in.

A kingdom of flames washed over our eyes, drowned by the cries of Vita rampage as her blade and fist carved through the Gods like hot paste. Like a reaper of death, I mindlessly watched as she tore the spine of her enemies as if they were nothing.

However, her body was full of injuries, no doubt from battling members within the Council of Omnis, but neither I nor Vita was worried about it. Because the moment she used her movement technique, all those injuries would vanish.

Bellowing a Cry of War that startled my kiddos to tears, Damaris’ aura erupted into a downpour of intent rippling over the Heavens and Abyss. She whisked her palm over empty space, conjuring a beautiful double-sided Glaive that severed apart the broken laws of this land.

End and Cyra blocked the twins’ eyes as the Aura of Severance bled from the double-sided Obsidian Glaive. Abyssal QI raged, and in a single instance, Damaris was gone, joining her sister.

“I don’t think she got Zariel’s permission.” End stoicly said.

“Stop snitching,” Cyra said, clicking her tongue. Bonking End on the head. She turned to me with a cheeky smile as if she’d done nothing and then to Vita. ” Big sis seems to be winning.”

Resisting the urge to smack Cyra, knowing she was super protective of her sisters. I held back, at least for now. Cyra was always like this. Despite her loyalty, she struggled to follow orders that pertained to her sisters. Except when that switch in that little head of hers gets flipped.

Placing that girl out of my mind, I turned to Arsene, surrounded by shards of golden radiance, and to the Fallen, whose eyes seemed full of venom, standing meters away from him as if he were the plague.

“Hmmmm.. Who are you?”

When the Angel turned to me, I felt a chill pass right through me when his gaze landed on Iza and Ves. And a new sensation I didn’t think I had stirred every fiber of my being for the first time in my life.

Rarely I’d ever felt the need to defend Arsene. I’d die for that man. But Arsene wasn’t defenseless. He didn’t need me to survive. But Izalith and Vesyrn. They were newborns that could fly better than they walked.

“That one is named Tamiel.” End said, but his voice wasn’t in the least bit calm as it always was.

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“I see…” I laughed, quieting the battlefield as my thoughts became sprawled. “I see, so this is how someone courts death! End, ready your Legion. I want that Fallen’s fucking head!”

“Yes, my Master.”