"Papa is so nice to me!" I gleefully said, flashing dear old dad a smile. Enjoying his dark expression, I chuckled into my palms. "Stop making that face! All I'm asking you to do is allow us a meeting."

  "Two meetings," He corrected, narrowing his scarlet eyes burning with an endless inferno. "I will inform the Knight of Hell. As for Aldrich, his situation is touchy. He still seems to be brooding."

  Netting a smile, I nodded, "That will have to do."

  "Good, now where is your sister? Time is growing short." Said Asmodeus, a little grim. He crossed his arms and straightened his back.

  "She is in the Holy Swords, turning people. She should be done by now. It has been a hundred years. Do you need her?"

  Asmodeus gave a hesitant stare and nodded, "When you see her tell her this is the only time she has left. Once your Festival ends, I will be giving up my seat, and my Legacy will be released to the Realm."

  "And the Throne of Darkness? Arsene is going to need that." I coldly said.

  "A deal is a deal. You must set him straight. I will not relinquish that Throne, not till my daughter has become a vicious devil everyone fears." Said Asmodeus carrying a proud expression. He bore down at me and smiled, "You have always made me proud, but now its time for Ezra to make me joyous."

  "Then this is goodbye, Father."

  "So it seems, take care." He said, severing the connection.

  Peering down above the Temple of Droma, I could not help but smile at Kurt standing still surrounded by six stone pillars that encircle him. Beneath his feet, a dark crater stretched to each point of the Six Pillars.

  Waiting a few hours as I knew Arsene would be very late. It did not take long for another soul to appear before Kurt. He was the same height as the chosen and with muscles that reminded me of Kingsly. Covered in a tanktop that wrapped tightly over his rugged appearance carried charm. Yet beneath such charm, I sense an insatiable bloodlust. I could smell the blood overflowing from his pores.

  "Silven," Said Kurt softly.

  "You do not appear to be Asura Bloodgrave. What does a bastard like you wish with me?" Silven swore, leveling his gaze over Kurt. He crossed his overly large arms.

  "You killed everyone," Said Kurt dully, carrying a heavy mist over his eyes.

  Bellowing in laughter, Silven sneered, "When Selna came to you, appearing like a god, you were given several options. Hundreds! You were ready to abandon us all! What was I to do when the Court of Blood noticed me? Unlike you, my talent was not enough to be a Chosen!"

  "So you killed our family! Our Sisters! our Brothers!" Howled Kurt pouring out tears! "You're a sick fucker!"

  "Me? Please. You were approached by the Court of Blood, alongside Selna. Tell me did you think of your family then? Did you even ask her to take us away? Did you ask her to give us a Master, much less teach us the ways of Qi? You took your shit and didn't even bother to say goodbye!" Sneered Silven and then smiled, "It was hard at first. But you taught me a great lesson. Be it Gods, Beast, Monster, Elves; we are all the same. We will always do what is in our best interest. So when the Sect commanded me to kill those closest to me, I did not hold back. I killed not just them but everyone in that damn city. The slum kids, the pretentious rich bastards, and the old already a half a step in the grave."

  A little impressed by Silven, I could not help but clap high in the clouds. He would make a wonderful Demon. There were little things people would not do for power.

  "Wonderful! I knew you were a stone-cold bastard Kurt!" The depraved voice of my hubby resounded, crackling with laughter; he shot over the horizon in an arc of lightning, baring a proud smile. Crashing down with the two dragons on each shoulder, he stared at Kurt. "I see why you feel so much shame and guilt. All you had to do was talk to your master. I'm a little proud too. You saw your shot and left. Good job, Kurt. And you there Silven did you awaken your Mangekyō Sharingan?"

  Silven frowned, sending Arsene a measured stare, "I now see why the Court of Blood asked me to send you an invite. How are you a member of the Holy Swords."

  "You have no idea how tiring they are. Did you hear about the rule about saving slaves if I should see any?"

  Silven burst into laughter, Blinking away, " You're definitely a demonic cultivator. Why not join the Dark side?"

  Arsene opened his mouth to speak, but his words fell short as he, alongside me, peered up into the skies with a grim expression.

  Plunging from the clouds by his side in an instant, Seven Pillars so large, so great, and powerful raced over the land. Swallowing the entirety of the Bed of Chaos, my expression turned grim in an instant as a powerful voice so mighty bellowed.

  "Kill them all, my brethren. Let us issue in a new age. Wipe away the filth of the bed of chaos. Spare none. Be it the Demons of War, the Devils of Temptation, or the Scourge of Man. Wipe it all away! Level the Bed of Chaos to ash!"

  Swallowed by the radiant light, my instincts began to howl. Fear raced through my skin as these pillars began to seal away space and time.

  Locking the key, I felt an all-powerful force attempt to try to seal my knowledge of Space and Time. Wrapped away by the Angel's radiance, the Essense of the Abyss embedded into my very bones raced over me, banishing this foreign force.

  Holding onto Arsene's hand, we waited in silence as the radiant light faded, leaving the Seven Pillars of Light I knew that could be seen through the entirety of the Bed of Chaos.

  " I screw you and send you to jail. You came back with a fucking war. There is no winning with you." Said Arsene dully, squeezing my palm. He sighed, "Let's go. Kurt, drop this matter…… We need to leave, and we need to leave now."