Prideful Wrath

Torn from the world of light, I was plunged into a realm of utter chaos. Dead laws fluttered my eyes in an ocean of despair, yet as I gazed around at chaos penetrating my soul, a fit of bountiful anger suddenly tugged at my heart.

The Wrath burning in my soul began to bubble with Pride as I looked out at the endless sea of chaos.

Darkness had all but entered my eyes, giving me a view of stars with no light, galaxies being devoured by the black holes at their center, Nebula of infinite mass and density burning with flames that reminded me of Hellfire.

All this should have calmed me, should have comforted me, but… I only felt prideful anger bubbling into me… It wasn't enough.

It wasn't enough.

I could do so much more… I could achieve so much more.

I chose… Pride is my abyssal Sin because it is the most powerful of all Sins. It is the core of perfection. For what is Pride without perfection?

Such a thing is Zariels Dao… but I can do so much more. With my Wrath empowering me to achieve greatness, it won't be long till I achieve what I wish.

I truly wish for all Seven Sins. But… I'm not sure if the Holy Ghost's attack against me destroyed my body or my own power. But it's fine… Not like I can't snatch them up when I'm stronger.

First, I'll snatch the Myriad Sins, and then I'll be taking the Abyssal Sins.

"Lily… is my body prepared? I know this is just my soul."

"It is ready… just a minor setback, is all."

"Lily," I spilled out in a rasped voice, not in the mood for jokes.

"Look, it's not my fault… the body responds to the soul. Soooo, just open your eyes, and let's get this over with."

Sucking in a large breath, I pulled out my soul and opened my eyes to the misty nodes of scarlet light coiled around me.

Feeling something off, my brow scrunched, and I raised my hand to stare at the…

"Lily… Why are my hands small?"

"..."

"Lily, " I growled.

"I've nothing to say. But if it makes you feel better, I'm halfway done creating my own body."

Pushing out my senses, I paled as I looked at the shota version of myself with long ashen hair and scarlet-black eyes to match the absolutely bewitching features of my being.

"Arsene…"

"Shhhhh,' I gently hissed to Lily." "just shhh,"

I sucked in a long breath and touched my chest, "I'm… a shota."

"Yep…" A voice I dreaded to hear at this moment sang as I felt something soft press against my head. "Come, let's go to our room and give the twins an extra brother or sister."

Hearing Lilith and feeling the drool ebbing off her lips onto my head, I wiggled my head up from her mountains to her starry eyes and groaned.

"I'm… a child… again."

"YOU'RE SO CUTE!!!!!" She said and cupped my lower half, turning my cheeks red. "AAAAAAAAH~♥️ Gods, look at your cute expression. Are you overly sensitive? Let this aunty show you the ropes."

Gritting my teeth so tight, I could only curse my biology as what Lilith was saying was actually working… Then again. I could be going through the phase where I'm 'up' at every naughty thought.

Gods, I hope not. Puberty was hell. My time in Midgard screwed over Lisa in the most fucked up way. Goodness, I still feel kinda bad.

"Ohh! Let mama have a lick," Lilith teased, but I coldly narrowed my eyes and snatched her neck before she could let me go.

Her eyes went wide and a look of utter exhilaration whipped through her pupils. Her legs buckled as she licked her lips.

"You don't tease me. I tease you."

"Oh! But you seem to like it." She said back as my grip tightened, turning her flushed cheeks red; she found a smile. "Or are you going to try to dominate me again?"

"Try? There is no trying. If I remember right our last battle, you were sprawled over wet, shuttering with your tongue out."

Releasing her from my hold, I backed away and snapped my fingers clothing myself before she got any wild ideas.

"Sene… why are you running?"

A snort escaped me as I grunted in response, " I'm a goddamn child. Fuck, what the hell is going on."

"Are you? Don't really look like it." She pointed to the bulge in my robe. " Seems like you are anything but a monster."

God damn. I could really go for a few rounds. But unfortunately, I'm in the middle of a war. Opening my palm, the spear of Noctem phased into my hand, surprising me as I stared at the inscription written over the center of the polearm.

"Arsene & Lilith Snow"

Taken back by the second name, I looked up at the prideful expression of Lilith, who nodded at me. "You hold half my being…. You can command me to do whatever you want… Whatever you want. It's my apology for betraying your trust by naming our daughter. I know it's a sore issue, but this is my way of—"

"I'm not going to use this." I coldly said, rolling my eyes, feeling my breath turning to fire. " When I get you to listen to this king, you'll do it. I don't need some damn spear. That fire of defiance you have… I'll fucking squash it. Even if I have to break you."

Not bothering to look to see Lilith's expression, the heart of chaos spiraled for me, creating a vortex of starry light. Taking a whiff of brimstone, I smiled and stepped into a blazing inferno of death and despair.

Hearing the roar of a dragon and the battle over the Bridge of the Damned filled with the flashes of multicolored light exploding one after the other. A coldness tugged at my heart as the tip of Noctem began to bleed with the aura of the Abyss.

A cold smile appeared, and a dark aura spilled out of me, halting everything within a few hundred kilometers and sending the world into a spiraling sea of endless chaos.

Pride rippled off my soul and gathered at the tip of my spear, demanding the concept of supremacy to appear. And as if it heard the command, a chilling bloodlust followed, filled with the Wrath of the Abyss.

My eyes slid towards the east to the First of the Nine Kings of Hell, staring at me with a quivering grimace.

"Kneel or be judged by this King."