Shadow of the Abyss

Chapter 71: Trial of the Moon V (Final)

"You seem more distracted than usual." Lord Beelzebub of Mythos protested lazily. He folded his arms, resting his cold, dead eyes upon the game of chess before him and then to Arsene Snow, wearing a prideful smile like a trophy. " And what's got you all riled up? Has Tiamat come to visit?"

"My son Vesryn."

"That's what... the firstborn?" Lord Beelzebub said. Shifting his attention back to the board. "I never bothered to pay attention to your rise."

"My second. Izalith is the first." He corrected him, painfully glaring at the chessboard, to his impossible situation. " I hate the game of chess."

"That's because you suck at it."

Arsene did not deny it. "Hells. I seriously can't win"," he said, tasting his defeat at his boxed king. He forfeited tipping his King over for the seventh time this month. He sighed wearily. "Well?

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How much longer are you going to stay?"

"How long has it been since you ruled over Irkalla?" Beelzebub inquired, knowing the answer at heart. "This once barren field of hell, wrestling with debt so great it was crippling, now existing as one of the riches hells."

Arsene did not express emotion. "What is your point?" he said firmly. "You know the deal I house with the Abyss."

"It's a monopoly," Beelzebub replied.

"And?" Arsene smiled. " Are you expecting me to deny it? That much was obvious. I don't believe there is any law against it."

"There is discontent." He said darkly. "Many claim you are abusing your wife's power."

"And who might I ask said that? Belphegor, Abbadon, or was it perhaps that little bitch Belial?" Arsene spat, in his eyes a seething abyss of vile contempt. "I've offered them my business."

"You've offered them bits to nibble upon as though they were pigs," Beelzebub pointed out, resetting the board.

"I've given them Arcadia."

"Arcadia was never yours to begin with despite you opening the pathway."

Arsene snorted, growing more agitated with each rebuttal. "And why the hell should I give two fucks what the other Monarchs of Hell do? Better yet, why do you care?"

"Devils and Demons are flocking to your Hell, housing Abyssal resources. And I've been asked to intercede." Beelzebub said. He reached for his bitter-sweet wine, taking a swig. "They want you to close your borders."

"Or what?" The Monarch of Darkness challenged, a feral bearing in his eyes, one Beelzubub could recall quite vividly when all Monrchs of Hell acknowledged him as a True Hell Lord. More blood spilled that day following the gale of omnipotence that nearly tore the Myriad Heavens apart. From Fallen to Seraphim, all stood frozen, petrified by the power he now governed.

"Depends on the grade of nobles you can offer." Aynaet carefully said. She was no fool and cared little for knights or barons. She wanted real noble, ones with authority. Ones that could heighten her power.

The Lord of Flies cleared his throat, thinking it over. " I'll have to confer with my brothers."

"Oh, and tell them I want a favor regarding investigating something on Earth," Arsene added.

The Fallen lifted a brow. " Will you give details?"

"No," Arsene said. "it'll be an open favor.

Beelzebub rose, grinning away as he nodded. " Alright. I've just about done what I came here for. Arsene, Aynaet. Good seeing you." He said, taking his leave in a whisk of red light.

"Master..." Aynaet began confused. "You revealed far too much information. A favor involving Earth with lead them to Altair."

"That was the plan." Lord Snow said, grinning. "And I'm sure Beelzebub won't even bring it up to the other Lords. In fact... He'll probably have one of his lesser nobles check into any disturbances as of late. If he does interfere, more power to him. I'll have some interesting to watch."

Aynaet smiled when the realization struck her. " You want them to find Altair." she approached her master, slipping onto his lap, mounting her Lord with a luscious smile. "Are you sure he can survive the curious nature of the Lord of the Flies?"

The Monarch bore a bright grin as he waved his palm, conjuring a screen within the air above the table that reflected the image of a young boy standing on a silvery lake. "I will help all I can, but if Altair is to help Tene survive, he'll need to journey into the abyss for answers. If he can't survive demons and Fallen, the Abyss will devour him."

His finger curled into a fist bearing the thought of his beloved death, powerless before the Abyss's rage.

"And who is going to stop me from devouring you, my Lord?" Aynaet whispered beside his ear, sliding her finger down until she felt something begin to rise at her seductive touch.

"Damn it, woman... Tene said she was going to visit." Arsene groaned as he met the menacing eyes of God, who personified Hate. "She throws a fit if—"

Finding both her hands beneath her Master's robe, Aynaet licked her lips. " My Lord... Lilith has already tried to kill me more times than I can count. What does it matter if Tene wants my head? Let her have it." She slipped to her knee with a devious gleam in her eyes and gulped with anticipation. "How about this, my lord. How about I help out the Third Young Master?"

"Help him how?" Arsene asked as his loyal servant fished out his cock that loomed over her face swallowing her beneath its shadow. She seethed a hot breath of air, sending shivers of pleasure through her lords' bones.

"Altair will be entering his adolescence soon... And one of my Divinities is Sex... so..."

The Ashen Monarch gritted his teeth. "A Baptism of Lust? It won't work... Iliana is giving him the Ninth Form, the Blade of Ethereal Madness."

"Hells!" Aynaet yelped with surprise. Unable to combat the horror within her heart. "Is it a Baptism of Madness you wish for? That will... That might break the boy. He's already unstable. Not even the Fallen Angels dare to challenge that form.

And most of them are already mad."

"I agree." Arsene nodded, sighing, when all of a sudden, his back jerked up. And his eyes snapped to the succubus, grinning deviously.

"Well... I wonder who will win out? Lust or Madness." Aynaet said, flushed with redness as she began her meal.