Holding onto my stomach at the very thought of the budding life—a mini Arsene just for me to care and love.

  I simply could not stop blushing at the mere thought. Giggling to myself, I turned to Arsene shadow stepping with me in his warm embrace. He smiled, feeling my stare before coming to a steady halt.

  "It's here," he said, placing me down.

  Licking my lips in anticipation, the burning skies began to ripple and twist, yet the Etherial essence emanating matched Yael's power evenly.

  "Yael," A deep voice sounded out from everywhere like a god, "You side with Nox? Do you think I am fearful of you? An Angel like yourself who has not even lived through the Great Change?"

  "Holder of the Records. So it's you," Yael's booming voice exploded out as a smile appeared upon Sene's lips for some reason. It was sinister and far different from before. He had a smoldering coldness that seemed darker than the darkness he controlled.

  "Why are you here?" said the voice without concern. He sounded confident, almost disdainful of Yael entirely.

  "I tracked Arsene's demonic signature into your realm. Don't tell me you haven't noticed?" Yael thundered, shaking the integrity of the pocket dimension.

  "Come on. Yael nor that other being has not appeared as of yet. We still got time. Let's go before this enter realm is torn apart. I wasn't expecting there to be someone so powerful." Arsene hastily raced, pulling me away.

  However, just as we fled, a sword intent flashed, serving space and time altogether. It was so sharp and powerful, the very hairs upon our bodies rose and withered away.

  "None shall stop me from my work!" Yael bellowed darkly, storming through with burning angelic essence.

  "A newborn? You dare to challenge me, boy? You who has not even seen the ages of gods, devils, and night pass. This new order is not even a single Chaos cycle, yet you dare to challenge me!" A booming roar appeared, bringing with it a horrendous pressure of death.

  The very land had begun to rot and die as the Etherial Essence began to change, gaining properties of Life and Death. Yet for some reason, these same laws of life and death itself began to wither and rot. That was when he appeared with sharp eyes and long snow-white hair wearing a perfectly fitted grey Tang Suit. His appearance was a bit faded like a ghost but he was definitely real.

  "Oh shit. What the hell is going on.' Sene uttered, turning to me somehow expecting me to know.

  "I never even heard of a Chaos cycle. How the hell am I supposed to know?" I shot back, not daring to stop ourselves as the air began to grow hot and moist. "Let's not worry about it yet. Let's just go."

  "Stand down, Galton. This is not your battle. You stand in my way; then it will be war!" Yael challenged, pulling a familiar golden sword that, in a way, resembled Morningstar. Yet somewhat different, it felt inferior in so many ways, like what Yael was holding was a toy.

  Lifting the both of his hands in a defensive stance, Galton's lips could not portray any more disdain, "Seven Heavens. How disdainful. You all, while a superior race, were destroyed long ago. You do not even remember it, do you."

  "What is this nonsense?"

  Galton contemptly chuckled, "You are but a sad little race now. Why do you think you all lost so bad during the last war with the Devils and Demons? You were all annihilated. Asmodeus is a true being like us who retained most of his memories. Unlike you all. He is a true adversary but you all. Don't make me laugh."

  'We will find out more later," Arsene shouted, in my ear, getting a little sidetracked, turning my attention towards the entrance. My eyes grew wide with fear as I screamed.

  "Wait! it's a formation!"

  However, Arsene did not seem to scare as his eyes hummed with indifference. Squeezing me tight, we shadow stepped past the formation, to my surprise.

  "Only an almighty attack or defenses can stop an almighty technique." Arsene robotically uttered.

  Arsene's shadow step is an Almighty Movement Arte? Wait, what? If that is true, where is the sacrifice? None are restricted from Father's Law. No, it can't be. It…… it doesn't feel like one.

  Narrowing my eyes, a chill fluttered my heart as my lips curled down words, "A Trap," I uttered for only me to hear. 'It was all a trap. I was there when he changed when Tenebrae blessed him, but that skill. That was not her doing, nor Arsene's."

  "Sene, stop!" I darkly told, pulling my hand away with a burning hatred. Glaring solely into Arsene, a hunger I had thought had vanished since my days with Lili returned.

  Shocked, he turned to me, taking a retreating step back, "What?"

  "Are you sure Shadow Step is an Almighty Arte?" I asked, knowing it was not the time, but this was far more important.

  "I think so. There is no real way of stopping it. You know. I am pretty sure it is one. After all, I just learned a new one; shit almost killed me. "

  Paling at his words, I studied his body like I had done so many times. Still, the cold within my heart only grew as I saw nothing was wrong. My God, no.

  "Stop using it, Arsene. Don't use it again. Ever again. Ok." I commanded, covering my mouth. As to not say anymore. I simply couldn't say it! Not to Arsene, at least.

  "What the hell! Lilith, I am not simply going to——"

  "Trust me, Sene," I feebly shouted, grabbing his hands once more, "Just trust me."

  Sensing the ever-present killing intent rising within Arsene, I gritted my teeth as my heart turned blacker than night.

  No one, no one touches him but me. I don't know what the hell happened at that Temple, but Arsene is mine! Whether he likes it or not, he is MINE! MINE!!!!

  I narrowed my gaze, weaving past the various tree plants in what appeared to be a lovely garden teeming with life. Surveying the massive lake, my heart grew somewhat softer at the thought of our child.

  "Lili, can we at least talk about this? Shadow Step is overpowered in every way. How can you simply."

  Touching the lake, my heart and body fluttered as over ninety percent of it vanished into my soul space for safekeeping. This way, our chances of giving birth are far higher in the future.

  "It has to be this way, Sene. Drop it."