Monarch Of Darkness, Arsene Chapter 188
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Feeling the sun begin to rise, I arose, feeling my body filled to the brim with Demonic Qi. It was annoying but even with me finally able to breakthrough. I was in serious need of Qi of Heaven and Earth. Even with a powerful Cultivation Arte, I was not getting enough Qi into my system, especially when I had a ridiculous foundation.
Shaking my head in annoyance, I gazed at Silvia cultivating next to me. She had absolutely no memory of what happened last night. Making the awkward atmosphere I thought would be there gone. Honestly, Silvia was a cool girl, and her love for fire made her appear more appealing.
Rising up, I stepped out of my...I mean Orion's courtyard as I gazed upon him and his dear wife on one knee.
"Your back? why didn't you call me." I called out, staring at the ten men all at the peak of the Gate of truth knocked out upon the floor.
Shivering, Orion stared at Silvia in the distance, still cultivating, "Lady Yura was not too happy with her earlier interference. We were..."
"Oh, I understand," I muttered with a smirk before proceeding to place my slave emblem upon the ten fools. Within a few hours, I quickly had a joyful expression as I sat down heavily, breathing due to exhaustion.
Wiping the cold sweat upon my brow, I stared at the ten men on one knee. "Return to your homes and prepare me, your best genius's. I expect them to be ready to be assimilated."
"By your will, your excellency," they cheered, vanishing from my sight.
With a sinister Laugh, my neck suddenly twisted as I turned to the large egg pushing with my aura. I could feel the very hells calling my name. Rising, my steps began to echo out as I drew closer.
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Taking a deep whiff, a small crack appeared as I waved my arm, wrapping my darkness around this courtyard. Suddenly a cruel evil began to leak, sending a shiver down my spine as I felt the will of hell tracing out from the void.
Slowly a pair of tan arms shot out with slime pouring down them like ooze. Like watching a butterfly break out of the cocoon, my lips began to grow deep as I felt a deeper connection with this thing clawing its way out.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH~~~~~" Zanris screamed, shattering the cocoon around her. Covered in crimson slime, she stood completely bare for me. A look of pure innocence could be seen within her gaze; however, as the seconds began to pass, I could see the memories of her past began to flood her soul.
Widening my smile, the innocence within her gaze quickly began to fade, turning into a terrifying evil. Releasing a deep breath of vile air, Zanris turned to me, seemingly not aware of her nudity. Falling to her knee, she spoke, "What is thy will, my master?"
Feeling my heart begin to throb, I grinned, admiring the exotic temptress before me. Her long hair was no longer the same but had rather taken on the Ashen color that was presented within my blood. Yet, the thing that really surprised me was the abyssal energy pulsing within her body.
"What in the world?" Bael whispered in horror, "Arsene, what have you done?"
"Where is Mother, Papa?" Zanris respectfully asked, "Where is my mother?"
Furrowing my brow, I frowned, "Oh? Mother is it? Does this mother have a name?"
"Lilith, Mother of All."
Opening my eyes wide, I could hear bael roar, "Imposible, Lilith will and shall never give up her title. Like Lord Lucifer, there can never be a second or third incarnation. Their names can never be titles like mine or Asmodeus."
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'is that right.' i cunningly whispered to myself, lifting the chin of Zanris, "And what makes you think she is your mother?"
"Because you gave me life, and she is your wife." Zanris, a matter of factly, exclaimed.
It must be due to my body cultivation. Taking a deep whiff, I could smell some of my blood flowing through Zanris as she shivered at my touch, blushing, trying to move backward.
"Papa, no!"
"Please, just call me young master or my lord. Someone at your age should only be calling me that if I had you bent over upon my bed." I lightly mocked as she nodded with a hint of drool.
"Now, can you tell me your race?" I asked as Zanris nodded
"Of course, I am a being that can only be created by the Mother of All Demons, Lilith. It's by her will and power I exist within this form. I am a Lilim. "
Freezing, I grew baffled, "Bael, you bastard, you better not charge me for this. Your ass is just as confused as mine. But... what the hell is this?"
Hearing silence, I grew a little impatient as Bael's words echoed deep within my soul, "She is soul bound to you, but she is sired to your wife, the abyssal queen. In comparison, you are a child of Bael, or rather me. You should only be able to create demons relating to my bloodline. However, with your abyssal body, such a rule is out the window. It's like you are free from such restrictions. She is a Lilim, a devil that only Lilith can create."
"Arsene... this is big. Really big, you are slowly becoming a being of the abyss, and it looks like your wife will not have control over you. How did 'he' do it? How did he create you." Bael mumbled in confusion as a single sheet of lightning shot the heavens. Shattering creation as I shivered, almost shitting myself in the process.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Suddenly a massive gust of wind and dirt wept over Midgard as I vomited a mouthful of blood. Staring up into the heavens, I froze as it did not resemble the one I have ever seen before. I did not feel hate but rather respect and fear.
Feeling my bloodline quiver in fear, my abyssal body arte activated as my fear began to fade. However, what was strange was that I felt I was not the target.
"Shit... It looks like I overstepped my bounds. Guess I said too much," Bael bitterly said, with a hint of fear. "Stay alive, Arsene... the Infernal Palace will remain open, but I will no longer be there. The deal will still be the same, but before I go. Head to the Isles of Yu'drol. Some answer regarding you should be there. Someone important left you a message."
Noticing the hairs rising from my body, a chill filled my soul as I gazed up at the Pair of vibrant Golden eyes staring down at me. A fear like no other filled me as I shuttered. Suddenly everything went still. The aura that was suffocating me vanished along with any trace of Bael.
"What the hell just happened?"
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