Monarch Of Darkness, Arsene Chapter 189
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Tilting her head to the side, Zanris pouted, "Master is something wrong?" she asked while still on one knee.
Turning my attention to Zanris, I shook my head, still remembering the Golden Eyes that seemed to pierce reality as a whole. I could still feel my soul shiver, both with fear and resonance. I didn't hole any familiarity towards it, but my soul still began to resonate with those eyes.
Shaking my head, I began to take note of the difference in personality Zanris held towards me. There was an almost obedient gleam within her eyes, like as if looking at one's father or mother. Bael said she is soul-bound to me. Does that mean whoever I turn would be bound to me?
No, I cannot put fate in such things. If I can't understand what I am seeing, then I cannot trust it. Staring down at Zanris, my eyes slowly began to turn dark as my emblem began to shimmer deep within my left pupil.
"Do not resist," I worded as my emblem flashed deep within her soul. However, a dark light began to shine as my eyes grew wide as I stared at a strange emblem. It held my Elder Ring, but deep within, it held an emblem that reminded me of Lilith.
Reaching the ends of my elder ring, I saw a large profound crimson triangle stretching from end to end, while within the triangle held a complex seven-point pentagram overlapping with each line, with various writing and emblems I could not understand present.
(A/N: Look up Wicca symbols - while it has nothing to do with Wicca, it has a similar design. )
However, the most notable thing about Lilith's emblem was the heptagon within the center of the pentagram. It was as if I was staring at the abyss. The longer I stared, a sense of danger slowly began to become present until sweat began to cover my body. Shaking my head, I smiled bitterly, looking away.
It looks like Zanris is truly mine and Lilith's. How strange, this really puts in the meaning of 'what's mine is yours' together.
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Lightly flicking Zanris's head, I grinned, noticing the almost childlike behavior she held. "tell me, Zanris, what would you do if I told you to kill everyone within this estate, including the children? no more than a few months old."
"Does master want their heads? Zan can even dress up there small cute little headless bodies," She brightly shouted, with a magical smile full of love as a cold sweat rolled down my back. " AAAAAAAAAH its going to look so cute!!!! Master, can Zan do it? Their small bodies would be soo cute. Zan wanna have some dolls. PLEASE!!!!!"
Yep, she is a devil. That is fucked up. "umm, no. They will soon be your brothers and sisters." I brightly said while she arose, staring at me with anticipation towards her new siblings.
"Can you tell me about your past? All I know is that you are a pureblood. Slowly looking down, Zanris seemed a little hesitant before shaking her head, "I was born as a bastard. My father was apparently a high elf who forced himself upon my mother, who worked as a maid. After a few sessions, Mother became pregnant with me."
"You must understand, a normal elf can become pregnant faster than humans. Our kind is like insects, breathing almost indefinitely a curse or gift depending on who you are. Due to the blessing of the Vanir Gods, we are made to breed, for it is our nature. However, High Elves are different. The birth rate for their kind is abysmally low. "
"so it was quite rare for them to have children. However, one rule that all High Elves must abide by is that they must only mate with their kind to keep the bloodline pure. My father, however, broke that rule when my mother gave birth to me.
Nodding my head, I smiled, listening to her story, putting a few things together. "I was not a pureblood, but my power and talent were comparable to the purebloods. It had even surpassed many of them, so when I reached twenty, I reached the realm of Elements, a massive bounty was placed on my head by my father's wife. To her, I was an abomination, something that she held in contempt no matter my talent. She had been with my father for thousands of years and had yet to bear his children.
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It was not long before Mother was killed before my eyes... by my very father. Torn apart as she begged, asking why. I don't know why he did it, and I didn't care as I fleed as hundreds began giving chase. Hunting me for about three years. I could still remember the heat of the sun pressing against my skin, the air of death constantly against my neck. Three years Master, and the man I called father did nothing but allow his only daughter to be hunted like a dog.
"It was then I met... Silvia's family, the House of Scara. They had saved me, but in return, I was to serve under them. Giving them information regarding my house... the house of Daeva.
"Hmmm, so were you betrayed again by the house of Scara?" I asked, not understanding why I found her within the prison.
Shaking her head, Zanris snorted, "Yes and No, I ran as they tried to force me, the only daughter of Zayav, to marry. They wished for a political marriage to join the two houses. After a few million years of battle, both houses wished to unite, especially regarding what is happening in the capital."
"That sounds reasonable. From what I saw of you before, you did not seem like the person to care about who you marry. You were cold and distant. Not to mention you owed the House of Scara. So why did you not agree?
"because the man I was to marry was related to my father Zayav's wife. That bitch was the cause of my mother's death. It doesn't matter how much the House of Scara has done for me. I would never accept. She...She planned this all out; I wouldn't be surprised if her spies were the ones to notify her I was within the House of Scara."
"The rest, you can guess, I was caged for about a hundred years forced to live in that hell hole. Year after year, I had to resist the hunger of the guards and the warden as they tried to force themself upon me. I had to starve as they would piss, shit, or cum inside the food that was given. I was not always so cold and distant master... It was... It was just a matter of my upbringing. Twenty for mortals is like ten for our kind. We age differently."
"One hundred years you were caged," I whispered as Zanris smiled, nodding as a dark viscous light filled her naked body. Licking my lips, I nodded, "So, little bird, do you want revenge?"
"Huh?... you would help Zan?" Zanris shouted in surprise.
Chuckling, I nodded, "Of course, while I am a bastard, I am an avid lover of war and chaos. Not to mention you now hold my name and blood. From now on, you are Zanris Snow, Servent of Arsene, and Lilith Snow. "
Falling to her knees, Zanris shivered as tears ran like streams, "By your will, my master."
"Good!!! Good!!!" I laughed in joy as my eyes glimmered with sin, "Go and find those I have contracted with. You should be able to sense them. Find them and see how they are coming along. Once those spiral rings and bracelets are complete, we should be able to auction them off for a few million each. Assuming someone hasn't already spread the word of my rings."
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