Baphomet - Prince of Noctem

"I hate this place," He said with seldom eyes that had me pondering. Arsene was many things, but I never took him to look so reluctant to kill another or rise to a challenge.

Holding the Spear that had me quite fearful, I could hear and feel the soulful screams of Sitri and Yeishamiel howl as Arsene readied his stance.

I had been slaking in his upkeep lately with my other two students. Who would have thought an angel would actually ask to be trained by me. And he has yet to fall. I swear that one is going places.

"What no words for me, Noctem? Or are you just going to be silent?" Shouted the Gladiator with a burning fire that had me a little intrigued. "I will enjoy ripping your arm off again and feasting upon it."

"That happened once," Arsene replied with a tight jaw when all of a sudden he flashed. Appearing right near the Abyssal Gladiator, Yet my eyes widened as I saw a strange essence ripple from Arsene's spearhead. At the same time, his entire arm turned black as night.

Noctem of Destruction. He is using it now so early.

Crackling with laughter, my eye only grew wider in horror as the Gladiator's entire arm suddenly turned black as night, clashing with Arsene's spear with his sword.

Sending a vicious ripple through the air, Arsene roared, blasting the Gladiator off his feet, "Julius, I will kill you this time. No more escaping to higher floors."

"We of the Abyss created all types of energy. You are ours, boy! Now die for me," Julius fired off, kicking off the air towards Arsene like a bolt of lightning. Sending ripples through the air, my eyes narrowed as they moved at speeds not seen even by some gods.

Arsene blade was without a doubt far deadly than it had been before and was improving the longer they fought but so was this monster he was fighting. It was almost impossible, but this thing was learning, just like Arsene, if not better.

Hearing the clanking of metal against metal, I soon noticed a hallowed glow appeared within Arsene's.

"Zero," he uttered calmly, somehow entering a state that seemed to be black as the darkness that stretched over the vast expanse.

Arching my brow from just a level below, a smile appeared upon my lips as seven sigils of heavens appeared—all of them corrupted by his darkness. Blooming with such a sweet sinful essence. Twirling around him like serpents, my disciple exploded with such power that it could rival divinity.

He is past the stages of replicant... Now at the beginning stages of Realm of Origin, where one makes his own Dao, separate from the Heavens. A new Dao that will replace the old. A stage exclusive to Monarchs in a sense.

Hollow an empty Arsene movements became that of a mystery even by me as if a veil of darkness had swallowed him whole. His intent and excess movements had all but vanished, leaving one to only react never perceive.

Sending a beam of darkness from his Spear, Julius smiled without care, parrying with a savage grin that seemed to never to fade.

"We created the darkness. We created life! All of it originated from the Abyss; the darkness is not the first to exist but instead the All! NOW DIE!!!"

BOOOM!!!!

Sending a massive clash of death through the area, my eyes narrowed as Arsene held his ground at the man that appeared to be on the same level of cultivation.

"You think too much of yourself," Arsene spoke blankly, skidding on his feet a few meters. Swiping his Spear down, the ripple of soul force howled from his body as he stared without emotion. "Why not copy this?"

Watching a sinful holy power beginning to bleed from the Spear of Noctem, a chill raced down my spine as the howls of two beings entered my ears. They were screaming, begging for an end, yet beneath that darkness. An almighty abyssal force began to ripple throughout the many layers of this labyrinth.

BLasting off his feet with a solemn expression, Julius, betrayed by the vicious smile on his lips, leaped into the air, bringing down a vicious wave of sword light the size of a small planet. Splitting space as it headed for Arsene to sever him in half from the head down.

'My rival was able to kill a Prince of Noctem, I will not simply rely on the Darkness, for I have the Path of Abyssal Night on my side." He uttered without fear, swiping his blade towards Julius with the intent of severing him in half by the waist.

Tearing apart space Julius despite the power to instantly kill a peak Demi-God, in a single strike, was batted away like a small child yet. Arsene was not done as the Crest of Light howled with power.

Moving at the speed of light, he arrived just as Julius was blasted away, stomping down on his face with such power the ground cracked and shattered, causing hundreds of formations to appear. Never the less that did not stop Arsene from ruthlessly attempting to stomp the head off Julius, causing me to chuckle with laughter as the sigil of Wrath appeared within Sene's lifeless eyes.

Bathing his feet with blood, my sinful disciple shot the still body of Julius in the air; however, just as one would think Julius was done, his blade flashed with such savagely I thought he was a demon.

Cracking with laughter, the blade of Julios nicked Arsene's neck, who reacted swiftly, swiping his Spear towards Julius, who summoned a sword of formed out of the Dao of Destruction.

Poise and without concern, the two clashed like a beast. Yet what was strange was the battle etching towards the next set of stairs that led to the next level.

"Abyssal Dance," Julius roared as a hundreds of blades of pure Dao formed around Arsene, piercing towards him like the blade of the reaper.

Flashing through the air, it reached Arsene, whose blade suddenly began to vibrate. "Arcane Gale," he roared as his blade flashed so fast the Spear of Noctem appeared as it had never moved.

"Time works differently here, Noctem! I have made this Arte just for you. Each blade has the same level of skill as I do but without my body. You are fighting two hundred versions of me without the pesky body. You are dead!" Shouted the bleeding demon with a savage grin.

"DIE DIE DIE DIE!"