Falling into a slight trance as Mephisto walked by, a chuckle resounded as I followed. For this little event, I didn’t need him. Not yet. But I did plan for his involvement, and I’m sure he planned for mine. We each had our plans, but the game was trying to figure out who each other’s targets were.

Enoch… The Angel who betrayed his father and fell, only to betray all he has ever known, his brothers and sisters. Honestly, it was strange. When Fallen betray each other, it’s usually played off as a game or a joke. And when it’s not, it’s usually for a tactful reason that doesn’t always cross the line. .𝒄𝒐𝒎

… Mephisto emotions are usually hidden behind that accursed smile of his. I wonder if he will show his true emotions today. Or is all I see just an act for Enoch?

Gad nudged my heel, bringing a smile to my face: “Can you sense it?” The snow-white wolf whined, tugging at my robes as if to insist I keep moving. “Alright, boy. Lead the way.”

Entering the library through a corridor into what read Halls of Silence, Vita, Killian, and Mephisto went eerily silent. From the instant we stepped into the threshold, I had felt all my surroundings were but an illusion. A lie that my mind could not comprehend. Perhaps it was merely the Path of Abyssal Night guiding my soul, but the longer we continued toward the grand library, the more I felt something off.

“… This Libary…” I soul whispered, adding darkness to mask the sliver of sound. ” Did something eat away at space?”

Vita nodded. “It’s dead. At least in this dimension. In fact… All Laws are dead. From what I can tell, a formation within a higher Heaven is being used to give the illusion of Order.”

My expression went grim. ” So basically, we are stepping into a Domain?” I said, talking of one of the worst possible outcomes. The Second Layer of Hell was my domain, granting me the right to obliterate anyone below a particular threshold. Depending on the person, I could destroy a Paragon like it was nothing. That was my right. My authority.

“Well, you’re not wrong.” She gloated with a giggle that did nothing to hide her vain smile. “Scared? Want to hide beneath my—”

“Why don’t you just focus on your task? I’m not your concern.” I reminded her, unconcern about her taunting. Everything was going as I had planned.

“Master…” Killian called with undisguised fear. “He’s here.”

And through a towering door that could fill a family of giants, I saw Mephisto coldly step forward, pushing open the gates, as his cold, hard-line lips pressed together. He stepped inside and stared up at the two men… the Two Fallen standing on the banister.

“Mepho! I hear that’s one of your new nicknames.” Enoch, the skinny little worm, rang. “It’s a little childish, don’t you think.”

Beside him, a lean individual stood, his presence far more demanding and inquisitive that I felt my attention being pulled his way by an intangible force.

He must be Tamiel.

“We meet again, Mephistopheles.” Tamiel casually mentioned as if speaking to a servant. “I must say it’s disappointing that you didn’t show your true self. After all, Enoch did go through so much trouble exposing such a great secret.

“It wasn’t much.” Enoch waved him off with a bright grin. “What was hard was getting the memory back… Alongside all the others that were sealed.” It was then I saw Mephisto brow knit together. “Oh! You didn’t know! Well. Of course, you wouldn’t know. You were the primary target of this little game.”

The traitorous Watcher arose, grinning: ” Yes. Many of our memories have been tampered with. Although, I’ve yet to access those sealed memories.”

He… he’s lying.

My gaze narrowed as the Path of Abyssal Night stirred through my meridians, cooling my mind as my gaze wondered, finding a strange woman with an extremely chilling expression.

The Librarian. The Owl’s only assistant.

“So this must be Arsene?” The voice of Tamiel pointed out as he slid his gaze to me. He bore a bright smile as he hopped down from the banister: “My… What a wonderful specimen. Zariel truly did wonders to your soul. True Adaptation. We’ve always thought it theoretical. But wow. I must say, you’ll make a wonderful addition to my collection.”

“The fuck is this Lucifer wanna be talking about? Shut the fuck up.” I fired off, rolling my eyes. ” I hear you’re called, Tamiel, Perfection Of God. But I must say. You just seem like a backwater bitch compared to Lucifer. Now that’s a man I consider perfect… no homo. Maybe a little. From his commanding presence to his eyes that seem too sharp to exist even amongst the gods. You seem to be his retarded cousin. If even that. Adding you to Lucifer’s genus seems like an insult to him and Mephisto.”

“Wow…” Vita sang. “Is that a bit of dick riding I’m hearing?”

“Not at all.” I idly said. “Look at Zariel. He, too, has touched upon the Mortal Dao of Perfection, but even he seemed to possess a better aura than this filth. How much you want to bet Tamiel doesn’t pull any hoes.”

“… Why can’t you just say woman?”

“Then I’d be insulting a woman. Hoes are Hoes. And women are… they are the ones worth protecting. Mephisto! Tell me. Doesn’t Tamiel look like he gets off watching his girl get cocked? I can imagine him hammering at his little pecker as his girl gets dicked up.”

A/N: Arsene gots no chill.

“I… haha… hahaha…” Bursting into laughter, unable to keep a straight face, Mephisto pointed like a child. ” FACTS!!!! Why’d I never think of that? Tamiel is a ‘watcher’ after all. I’d bet he had that in him.”

The Seraphim expression twisted, contorting in a red mesh of anger, when I added: “It’s always the pretty ones. Honestly. Such a waste. Tamiel, tell me. When you first saw Lucifer… did you get a hard-on? I read he was the prettiest Angel, carrying the honor of God himself. Everyone loved. Did you also ‘love’ him?

“I don’t think he was gay,” Vita curiously chimed in, tilting her head towards the Fallen Watcher.

“Gay, not gay doesn’t matter. He can get back in the closet. I don’t care. I’m just curious. Was it God that made you get into the path of Perfection? Or were you just rock hard for Lucifer?”