Goddess of Light, Mithra

"Go on, boy, continue,"

Rolling my eyes, masking the unease covering me with its wings, I revealed only a half smile, "You're an intelligent man with some type of plot; that is a mystery to me; why don't you tell me what you and God discussed in more detailed and I'll tell you what I know."

"I liked the old you better; He was better to get along with." He remarked.

"You hurt me, my friend, " I added, feigning an injury. " So with all of this ice and the extinguishing of the sun, does that mean that—"

"You are not the only 'monster' this era created. There are a few aside from Aldrich who can challenge the Fallen Duo." Mephisto said, emphasizing 'monster.' "There will be a new sun, under the Descendants of Sol. The darkness might be unmatched in its core creation, but Father's light is nothing to scuff at, and it is what we Angels generate through our wings."

Other Monster like me? I might be arrogant. Ok, very arrogant, but I find it hard to believe others can match me. Logic dictates there should be, but I carry the Fourth Level of Hellfire within my Soul, the Spear of Noctem, the Power of the Forsaken, and the Blessing of Zariel. On my level, no one can stand against me and my myriad of power.

"The Wielders of Light or Light Bearers are a group of monsters founded on the belief of Samael."

"Isn't that Lucifer?" I asked, not understanding why he couldn't just say Lucifer.

"Lucifer is a Fallen, and Samael is an Angel. Two sides of the coin, but how the Light Bearers were born and lives reveals the worship of a god who no longer follows its path. For all intended purposes, Samael is dead, but his legacy remains. And for some reason, Soloman was the first to encounter such Descendants of Light. Carrying the surname of Sol or Pendragon, The Avatar of Light, known as Mithra, blessed her descendants with endless power. Still, that power would only awaken upon the birth of a child from the God of Magic, Solomon."

"So the progenitor of the Descendents of Light are here?"

"Born and raised within Aether, they are the King's secret weapon and close friends. While worshiping a dead god, the Entire Clan still bows their head before Lady Mithra."

"Lady Mithra," I recounted, narrowing my eyes at the formal tone in which Mephisto spoke her name. There was almost a sort of warmth in his tone.

"Hmm, if there were one being who holds father's blessing and love, it would be Mithra, as she was born from the darkness. Her twin, Lunafreya, however, was also lucky as she gained the Abyss's blessing, although its mystery still eludes even me, as Luna refuses to use it."

Interesting. Luna has a twin. I had a theory about the light being molded from the darkness to be its counter, but I didn't think I'd be right—Arsene for the win.

Folding my arms around one another, I looked up at the skies, a deadly black, sucking in even the glow of the star's chaos cycles away.

"There shall come a coming darkness," Mephisto uttered a key piece of the prophecy with a looming smile, "While that refers to you, it also refers to the blade Lilith just created. She got me this time fusing the Abyssal Blade. I didn't think she'd sacrifice such an artifact. While nothing changes, it just means your wife has removed herself from the battle I foresee. It's for the best, I guess. Avatars have no business in worldly affairs."

Sensing something unlike anything I had felt before, I lifted my head up towards the skies, where my eyes took note of a young woman with long silky blonde hair that seemed to dazzle under the ever-reaching darkness. Shimming so bright a coldness birth itself in my heart, a pulse of Seraphic energy rippled from her golden eyes as a majestic set of translucent wings spread from her back.

She pierced through the clouds.

"What will you do? Care to meet a rival?" He asked, and I nodded. Feeling a pulse in my very Soul I hadn't felt before.

Lilith was the only one I considered a rival, but we have yet another. Or at least Mephisto believes so.

"Also, Avar is one too, but that discussion will only anger you, so I'll take my leave. Have fun, my lovely disciple."

Steeling the core of my Soul, darkness enveloped me as I shadow stepped into the far reaches of space. As an explosion of golden light filled the skies in a miracle of light startling me, I did nothing to stop it, only watching as a new star-filled my sight.

"Oh?" The Golden eye young lady said, turning to me with a bright smile, under the birth of a new star, shimmering with untold radiance. "A Child of Tene!! How rare!"

… is that a British accent? Gods, this needs to stop. I'm going to fall in love.

"And you a Child of Mithra, or do you consider yourself to be a child of Samael?"

A glint of surprise filled her starry eyes, but she nodded nevertheless, "both. But you seem well versed in our history. Who spilled the secret? Was it Lammy? I bet it was! She's always snitching!"

The young woman smiled like a fox, and her translucent wings quivered, "was it her!"

She's quite the excited one.

"My sources are those of a higher plane," I revealed, wishing to garner her attention as she seems like someone with a low attention span.

"Poo," she begrudgingly moaned, " tsk whatever, I'm outta here! Nice meeting you, Stranger. Till the wheels of fate allows us to meet once more! May Mithra's Light guide your path."

"Wai—"

Vanishing from my sight in a wisp of light, I couldn't believe how fast she was, as her movements seemed almost like teleportation but with her feet almost like my shadow step.

"How interesting."

She didn't hold me in contempt, nor did she seem to care I was a chosen of Tenebrae. Goddess of Light, Mithra, huh? And those translucent wings. Is she a Nephilim? The future is looking up. It seems Aether has a few secrets I need to figure out; same for Genisis. But I didn't think Avar would be so strong.