The First Primordial

A/N: Sorry about the past two days. Mama Bird got sick.

"You crazy son of a bitch!" Lucifer howled, gripping a golden blade similar to the blade of Attornment the Teleth wielded. He gave a feral growl seething with anger and gripped his chest, where a ruthless gash stretching from the tip of his shoulders to his waist in an arc lay. Blood seeped from his wounds as he viciously glared at Izavith. His once Snow white attire: now a deepening red. "What the hell would possess you to attack this king… Witch."

Stabbing my spear into the Darkness to hold my ground at the intense shockwave that roiled around me, I grunted, spewing blood as I glared ahead: This was my chance.

I don't know what the hell happened to possess Izavith to attack Lucifer, but… I need to be quick.

Piercing through the Darkness, I arrived near the Chaos Dew, to the vortex of impending doom swirling with the power of the Abyss.

"Disciple. Why don't you let your Master have a taste first?" The teasing voice of Mephisto caught my ear as he appeared on the other side of the Dew, his palm inches away from what was about to be mine. "The creation of those copy spirits has intrigued my—" He stopped turning to the east, to the emptiness of space. " Moloch…And Azazel. That's not good. Is it that time already."

The smile Mephisto held seemed to fade as he pulled back. " You can have it. But if it's too much for you, Arsene. Destroy it. I'm sure you have the power too. Tenebrae, I leave him in your hands."

Startled for a second: the Darkness fluctuated and parted as she emerged, her hair and clothing disheveled with blood, as she held a look I'd never seen. It wasn't merely ruthless; I was gleaming… it was ancient.

"Tenebrae," I found the words, unsure if I'd the right to even speak her name with such a regal look.

She smiled at me, her expression soft, as she looked down at the Dew: "I want that."

Oh?

"But why?"

"Not here… We can only speak in the Primordial Veil. My birthplace." She replied, her gaze sweeping through the battlefield, to eyes locked on me and, from a great distance away, Lucifer.

"LILITH!!!!!" A grueling howl rang through the battlefield as a single eye splintered the Darkness. Striking deep within the core of my being, deep in my sea of consciousness, a quiver rang through the many souls.

I growled as the tingling pain throbbed through my soul.

"Shiva," Tenebrae muttered. "Why now… Damn it. This is not a place for you anymore, Sene. They all sense it too. We got to go."

Reaching forward, I took hold of Dew, feeling my Authority swirl to life around me. And for an instant that seemed longer than a Chaos Cycle, I felt control return as I pulled away, intrigued by the strange phenomenon action that just happened.

Did the Dew just accept me based on my Authority? It was surely alive. Creating four guardian spirits is no easy feat, even if they were just toyed with by the Fallen.

"Mephisto!" The cruelly gentle voice of Moloch rang. " You promised me destruction, and it seems you delivered. I approve! The Order of Chaos is slaughtering everyone in the Thirty-Three heavens. What a beautiful sight. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Beautiful? I don't know about that. But if we are to prepare for war, then we can't have a weak force like this… we need to be as strong as the Arcadians. And for that… the 33 Heaven's eternal sacrifice to Heaven and Hell are welcomed. However, we did jump a few steps. What a shame." Mephisto said and then narrowed his eyes. "But what brings you here?"

"I'm here… for Tenebrae." He said, and I turned to her as her face chilled. "Something… Something just happened within the Myriad Heavens that gathered my attention. And it was blocked by a veil that not even those with the gift of omniscience have failed to gleam."

"Tene… what is he talking about?" I asked, shooting her stare.

"Not here." She coldly said again.

Mephisto turned to Tene frowning and then to me; he grinned with an intrigue that sent a chill through my bones and turned back to Moloch. " Well, whatever it is… You can't have it. Tenebrae is my Disiples Wife… No idea how that happened, but….' His eyes drew cold, and a dark spear appeared. " But I'll protect them."

"Mephisto…"

"And on behave of Papa! I, Izalith Snow, hereby grant Mepho! The Authority of the Abyss!" A chilling voice fell, turning the emptiness of the battlefield to silence

"Oh, sister… you and your games. Then I, Vesyrn Snow, Imperial of the Abyss, hereby grant Authority as King to the Fallen Chosen of the Heaven and child of Hell: Mephistopheles."

"Shit! So they chose to get involved. Damn it." Tenebrae spat, pulling me into her embrace. She whirled and thrust out her palm as Uriel's golden blade, blazing with the Fire of Heaven, cleaved down at us.

"GO WILD MEPHO!!!! SHOW IZA THE TOWERS! YOU TOO, AUNTY! I WANNA SEE THE SHADOW PROCLAMATION!" My daughter howled from the empty void.

A blinding flash of heavenly light clashed with the devouring might of the Darkness, coldly eating away at whatever power Uriel used: We were pushed back hundreds of steps, but neither of us appeared wounded.

"So they know about the Shadow Proclamation… I've only told the One about that." Tenebrae said, narrowing her eyes. She glanced up at me. " You ok?"

"I am… just confused," I told her but placed the Dew in her hands as an indescribable sensation of faintness stirred in my subconscious, provoking what I said next. " But I trust you. Take it. But I'd like an explanation."

The Night Mother grinned as her obsidian eyes slowly began to glow a golden light. "You trust me, do you?" She whispered, as her grin turned into a bashful smile. "Thank you, Sene. And your action will not go unrewarded. The One… he shall reward you Authority for what you just did."

"EH?"

"As the First Primordial Spirit: Mother of all elements, of all Dao. I came as the Father's messenger." She said, her voice stirring with a fit of rage that did not seem her own.

"The Order of Chaos, Heavens Gate, and Fallen have broken its laws of Equality." She thundered, her words carrying a foreign energy that didn't belong to the night, but its weight was heavy.

Mephisto, Lucifer, Izavith, and just about every god in the vicinity, turned to her as she went on. " The Father would like an Answer for this chaos. Or… He has decided to smite all involved."