Lilith - Fallen Angels

Wiping my eyes, I could not help but notice the confusion growing within Arsene. It was all but clear. He did not understand how he should feel. A brother he doesn't know, a child never to be held. All of it was... a mess, a complete helpless mess.

I don't even know how I should feel. But what I do know is that nothing was taking away my baby. Nothing!

Touching my stomach, Sene flashed me a smile, bitter and broken. "I'm sorry." He whispered softly before falling faint into my arms, oozing blood from his nose. In contrast, his skin was cold to the touch, covered in a fridged sweat.

Wrapping my arms around his chest, my qi gradually streamed into his body, returning a certain warmth he once had. Resting him upon the bed, my gaze suddenly trailed over to Azeroth, and Baphomet lying still upon the floor. Their injuries were all but closed, but the scent of blood was ever so thick.

Zariel had given me a small present of having this placed sealed, allowing me to keep my energy, but that would not last long, and he had already done enough for Arsene. I don't want to keep relying on his help.

Lying beside Arsene, I curled into his arms, listening to his shallow breath. Pushing my Qi into him in cycles, I closed my eyes, welcoming the darkness.

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"I would really like an explanation," An unfamiliar voice shouted, stirring me awake.

"How the Hell should I know how you fell off the bed. Maybe while you were asleep, you slipped off. Why is that even important? Has that never happened to you?" The voice of Arsene suddenly replied, a little annoyed.

Feeling the absence of Sene's warmth, I shuttered a little cold, opening my drowsy eyes to a towering but monstrous minotaur with long horns looming over the bed while Arsene stood below it like a small child.

Snorting flames from his beastly nostrils Baphomet, sneered in his true form. Seeing him with all his limbs in place, I smiled, rising up withing the sheets covering my body, and took a quick note of Azeroth still unconscious.

"Girl, did you push us off the bed?"

"Me? Never!" I promised, shaking my head, recalling Zariels pushing them off so that he could sit. "You must have rolled off."

Pursing my lips, I looked the other way, feeling Baphomet glaring with his beastly eyes. I spoke in a guilty tone."So. What are you going to do now?"

"Come to our wedding, of course. I think he owes us a big favor helping him out." Arsene noted, " I am sure you can agree."

"I am still a bit weak and will need a few months to recover fully, but yes. I agree. I owe you for saving me. If Lilith hadn't summoned Asmodeus, we would be dead." The Beast King claimed, staring dead at me.

"So, are you going to tell us what you got?" I questioned, a little curious regarding what they stole. After all, the Blade of Morningstar was within the Pale Gate.

"Don't worry about it. Let's just say he has a secret weapon."

Shaking his head, Arsene grunted a little annoyed, "Fine, if you can't tell us that. I want you to tell me about Fallen Angels." He requested, taking his little brother's warning to heart.

"Fallen's... You met one?" The Beast King whispered, glancing back and forth.

Noticing his reaction, we frowned, "We were warned," I said, after a pause. "Have you ever met one?"

"Fallen Angels are all monsters, and I mean true monsters, that are rare. Very, very rare. Asmodeus and Levithan needed to team up with Azeroth and myself to kill a single one. To date, none exist after we killed the last one."

Touching his chin, Sene sent me a deep glance. "When an angel falls, would you know about it?"

"Of course. All of Hell will know. It's a major... wait. Why do you ask? I do not sense any signs of a fallen, so why are you two asking?" Baphomet grimly uttered, narrowing his eyes. "None of the Fallen Thrones in Hell have been taken. This makes it a bit suspicious.

Staring at the Silver hue still covering the estate, I nodded toward Arsene, who began to explain about the Shadow and King and their relationship to Loki—of course, leaving out the presence of Zariel.

"There has not been a Fallen since the end of the War of Demons and Devils. It was there that Five angels fell, and it was also then that we appeared and killed them all. None has fallen since." Baphomet assured, meaning this situation was worse than ever before.

"So they are from a higher dimension," I muttered, knowing why Zariel gave us warning. But seeing he didn't say not to fight, it must mean they must have lost their power or something along those lines.

"Sene, I am going to Hell for a bit. I need to see mother and Father."

"Don't. I suggest you help Arsene here and now. Let us worry about the Fallens. Things are getting more and more exciting. To think we would fight a being from the thirty-three heavens. Now, this is a challenge. " Said Baphomet calmly, betrayed by the savage smile upon his lips.

"I agree with him, Lili. We need to be gods as soon as possible. I am going to talk with Yu Lan, so I may start killing prisoners. Souls are the only thing that can help, and with godly souls, I may be able to pick up the pace in cultivation finally." Arsene explained transmitting to me a message just for me inside my soul.

'We have two goals, Lilith. Our wedding, and finding the Gates of Iluthath. I want to hold my kid. Zariel looked miserable. I don't want to be like him nor Grey.'

Finding my smile, I hopped out of my bed and nodded. "Fine," I replied, kindly touching my stomach. Even if my child could be taken, I was not going to stop trying to make one, but I genuinely wish to see someone try to take the child of the Abyss away.

"Let's become Gods. It's time to break through like crazy!"