The True Plan

Piercing his spear beginning to drip with crimson starlight, my heart skipped several beats as all the hairs upon my flesh stood on end. Cursing, knowing my darkness would not hold, I Shadow Stepped out the way as a vicious beam of crimson tore through space, creating a massive hole the size of the mountain we were within.

Twirling my spear towards his face, a cold, swift battle of skill broke out as the clanks and dings of our spear continued to clash. Andor was a monster; there was no way to describe his Spearmanship as I swiftly dodged his strike towards my neck while my spear slithered towards his brachial artery located within the shoulder.

Using his Movement Arte, the echoes of thunder sounded as I tore into his after image. Tracing the area for the shadows of his heart, a bolt of heavenly lightning shredded towards Andor, hidden within the pockets of space, watching me with a smile. Clashing head-on with my lightning, a massive explosion resounded, creating a powerful shock wave.

"You are strong, truly compared to when we first met; you are very powerful, but you lose Arsene." Said Andor landing near Kain without any injuries. Lifting his brother up, he smiled, "Sitri sent us to make sure the summoning would happen, and there it is."

Vanquishing my flames, I chuckled, "I know, and that is why I let it happen."

"Huh?"

"I also hold the blood of Demons and Devils within me, fool. Did you really think I didn't figure out what he was planning?" I voiced vanquishing the Shadow Flames. Walking towards the smiling Lisa, I slapped her head from her body, ripping her soul out. "Why do you think I allowed Tyr to leave, and I pissed off Astrid?"

Creasing his brow, the Dao of space began to fluctuate in and out. Widening his eyes, I smiled, "We control the Bifrost. The ruler of this realm's space. The moment I saw those fools kill themselves in Sitri's name, I formed this plan. Your appearance was even more incentive for me to go ahead with my plan. The moment you showed, I knew I needed to kill at least one of you, but I then pondered, did I really need to?"

Widening his eyes, Andor gulped, "What did you do?"

Licking my lips, the shadows of the faceless began to appear around me. Shifting my gaze towards the Altor, beginning to pour blood. I quickly began to hover off the ground, watching it begin to consume the remains of Lisa.

"Drop the act Andor, your mask like your brothers is pathetic." I coldly stated, witnessing the pool of blood slowly beginning to spread out, consuming the entire area in red. Suddenly the blood-red liquid turned solid in an instant before twisting to a pentagram, with the sigil of a crescent moon and a chimera with the tail of a scorpion at the core.

"Well, it doesn't matter, does it?" I lightly said with a sadistic smile, slitting my wrist. Turning my head towards the darkness, I voiced, "To the Princes and Kings of Hell, who wishes to make a deal with me—"

"Arsene, what are you'd doing!?" Andor swiftly questioned as Hiedall appeared covered in blood. Clenching his shoulder, he frowned.

"I shall even help you all out! For I believe the Hell's will allow it, or rather Lilith will grant you permission to leave the nine hells, and all I will ask for is for two things."

"Arsene," Tyr suddenly said, arriving by my side, "Do not do this. You are too young to understand the consequences of your actions. If you do this, I guarantee you will suffer in the end."

"Arsene do not," the deep voice of Stiri called out, "I know what you are going to say! Don't!"

"Why not? If I am to die, why not take all of creation along with me. What I ask is that you Kings and Princes of the Nines... In fact, fucked that, let's include the demons and devils. For I know you are watching."

"Arsene! STOP!!! NOW!!" Sitri roared, materializing within the front of me. Arching my lips, I peered down not at the Prince of Hell but the bloody formation becoming a swirling vortex of blood.

"Sitri, I must thank you for creating this portal. I still don't know what you are trying to summon, but look at it this way! At least it will not be the only thing to arrive."

"Your bluffing, all your hard work. This entire realm will be destroyed if you do this." Sitri warned with old dark eyes. "Was this realm not suppose to be yours and Lilith's base of operations."

Sneering in contempt, I chuckled, "I believe her words were this war will begin during the Fall of Midgard. This was always the plan! Why do you think Ezra, Asmodeus's daughter created the Aze? I was never interested in playing by your rules, Sitri. Lilith is not here to make the deals, but I am. While I am still compelled to take part in your game Sitri, there is no saying that an army of Demons and Devils cannot help."

"You bastard!" He muttered with raging eyes trying to control himself.

Shrugging, I continued, "So the deal is simple. The moment you exit that portal, you follow my two requests. You kill in my name. You pillage not for yourself but for Vaevictis. You will stand by me, and only me. You may follow your princes and kings, but within the Bed of Chaos, you will stand by me."

"YOU!" Sitri screamed, clenching my throat!" YOU DO NOT EVEN KNOW WHAT THE BED OF CHAOS IS!"

Shadow, stepping from his grasp, I nodded, "Yes and no, but there is a thing called context clues. Didn't your follower Heimdall say we lost our origin? I would assume the Bed of Chaos is just the space we are in? Am I correct?"

Nodding with absolute certainty, Tyr agreed, "It is, the Bed of Chaos or Sea of Chaos is what all of creation is within. It's infinite and boundless; this would mean that everything within creation that is a part of the Realm of Blood would make the demons and Devils subservient to Arsene.

"Deactivate the formation!" Sitri roared in rage.

"Why do you think my Faceless are here? Their powers are far stronger than those fools here, but so sacrificing them would only make my formation stronger. But please don't; they took so long to make."

"We accept your deal!" The voice of many suddenly resounded through the pooling abyss below, bringing a radiant smile to my face.

"Then I request that the Nines ask Lilith for permission. Its commission being two percent of all kills taken by demons and Devils that leaves the Nine Hells for the next two thousand years.

<3.5 Percent>

Hearing the voice of Hell resound, startling Sitri, I nodded with absolute certainty enjoying the ugly grimace upon his face. " Deal."