Monarch Of Darkness, Arsene Chapter 198
Advertisement
The entire audience grew still as the dead with a heavy heart while my soft cold laughter rang out. The sound of a pencil drop could practically be heard as I arose, causing my lovely wife, Lilith, to smile in amazement, "I didn't know you could play."
"You could say, this skill was something I never had to practice. I have always been a master in regards to playing the piano." I replied lightly, bowing in grace towards the audience as Lilith and the others followed in suit.
Suddenly a wave of cheers filled my ears as Lilith's eyes glimmered with a vibrant light," Do you know any other songs? Something just for us?"
"There was something from A Lie in April," I muttered as Lilith sent a rather interesting gleam towards me.
"Ohhh, so you do have something?"
"Naw, just a fleeting thought. I can't play that. " I muttered as Lilith snorted,
"We will just have a private session." She whispered, taking my arm as we left the stage.
"BRAVO, BRAVO, BRAVO," A man suddenly whispered as he drew close to Lilith and me. Around him stood a few of those from high society. "Lord Snow, we had no idea you were so talented. It seems you are not just a detective. And I could say the same for your lovely wife."
Studying the man that looked like someone out of a super villain's handbook, I simply eyed the man with short black hair and azure blue eyes. He was quite handsome, holding a rather ice hue within his gaze dressed in black and crimson. Standing around my height, he reached his arm out, "I am Dulan Claremore."
"The man who tried to kill me? Now, this is unexpected. I finally have a face to the man." I said, shaking his hand as his smile slightly trembled at my bluntness. To my side, Lilith giggled.
"Sene, you truly are a strange creature." She slightly said, covering her mouth as Dulan sent a particular stare towards her. Lilith, however, suddenly went a little icy akin to a switch. "Were it me, I would have already torn his heart from his body and feed it to those he holds dear."
Advertisement
Feeling a rush of killing intent, Dulan's eyes went wide, but he did not waver, reaching his arm towards Lilith. Who reciprocated with grace, "unfortunately, you are Senes."
With a ruthless gleam filled with contempt, Lilith turned to me, "You have fun; I will look after the children."
"Please do; Silvia and Zanris may end up killing someone." I patiently said, turning to the cold Dulan.
"So, what is it you wanted?" I gently asked, trying to get a feel of his cultivation. However, even with my enhanced senses, I could not feel anything as he smiled.
"I am here to bring you to the Jarl." He dutifully exclaimed, turning around, "If you would, Lord Snow?"
Following behind, Dulan led me out of the party into a more secluded ear as I saw Kandis and Shana standing outside a certain door. A look of annoyance could be seen as they turned to me, forcing a smile.
"Lord Snow," They called in unison as I merely smile.
Nodding, I looked through the door as I frowned. There was a familiar aura here. Sending Kandis a profound stare, I simply waited as more and more people began to gather.
Many of them were not familiar, but that did not stop me from making a conversation. Even Dulan would join in, even if we were enemies. I truly appreciated such an opponent that held a rather particular image to those he wishes to kill. Anger and Rage were rather boring and common sites in those that held zero ability to scheme.
"So, Lord Snow, there have been rumors that you will be selling all your relics all at once. Is it true?" Vincent of Gyvaon asked with a light smile. He was a huge part of Hallr controlling many of the ether deposits. He was responsible for hiding it from the public while also making sure it ran smoothly.
"It is quite true. By my estimation, a few world gods will be appearing. In order to acquire my designs." I voiced as his eyes narrowed. A meticulous gleam could be seen as he smiled.
Advertisement
"it seems you are not the least bit afraid of those within the Realm of World."
Shrugging, I recalled the monster known as Bahoment; I sneered, "Those at the Realm of World mean nothing, for I am not alone in my conquest."
"And who is it that you are with? if you don't mind me asking Lord Snow?" Dulan asked as my smile slowly faded as a horrifying killing intent rose from the void. With eyes that glimmered with sin, I spoke, "Why don't you ask your so-called gods. They have already met her a few weeks ago."
Freezing like a statue, everyone turned to me in horror as I didn't bother to continue. None of these people had the right to even speak to a True God. The most they may have witnessed was someone within the Realm of World.
Noticing my disdain for their gods, I could see Shana along with a few other shivers in anger. Stepping out, Shana gently touched the small raven upon her brow.
"Snow, you had best be more respectful. The Gods of..."
"Your god is dead. Your Allfather was killed during the War of Demons and Devils. Slaughtered alongside the Olympian god Zeus and that whore Ashna." I coldly spat as her eyes grew wide like saucers. " Why do you think there is a civil war with the Aesir and Vanir gods?"
Shaking her head, I could feel her qi begin to rise as the Dao of Ice began to fill the area. Narrowing my gaze, I didn't bother to defend as I spoke, "I would watch your next move, Shana. I don't know who attacked me before, but that was during my private life. Right now, I, Arsene Snow, am working with Vaevictis. Should you attack, I can guarantee you, along with your entire family, will be wiped out in an instant."
"YOU!!!" She roared with hatred, "THE ALLFATHER LIVES!!!"
"Allfather? You fanatics truly amazes me. Odin is dead, while his soul is being fucked by demons from the nines. He was nothing alive and even dead; he is nothing more than a plaything for the demons. Your god is but a joke of the War of Demons.
With a smile that didn't reach my ears, I turned as a depraved voice filled my ears, "Enter."
"Saved by the bell," Dulan lightly said with a faint smile as he sent me a particular gleam, "Shall we Lord Snow, the Jarl has been looking forward to meeting you."
With a disinterested look, I nodded as the door opened by itself. Stepping in, my eyes grew wide as I saw...Fat Bastard laying upon a massive throne savagely devouring a large piece of meat. Greece poured from his lips and body as he smiled, flashing his brown teeth.
"SNOW? SO YOUNG!!!" He barked, causing me to nod.
Narrowing my gaze, I stared into his plain black eyes, feeling something was off. He was definitely familiar. I didn't bother looking through my mind palace as I knew for a fact I never met this thing, but something about him was familiar."
"Have we met?" I kindly asked, "there is something about you that... that makes me think we have met? Have you been to Tensen Lumireis before?"
"Tensen Lumireis? Is that some whore? Haven't had a bitch upon my cock in a while. Send her my way, boy. "
Advertisement
- In Serial31 Chapters
The Apocalyptic Game - A LitRPG
20 years ago, on an ordinary day, the world was turned into a game in which human beings were the players. Ever since then, humanity fought against the endless swarms of the NPCs, as well as against each other. Yet in the end, it was all meaningless. The pain. The suffering. The victories and the defeats. This game turned out to be nothing more than a joke, and the last of mankind was mercilessly purged. Shaw was a survivor. She was a player. She was a Warrior. Most importantly, she was the last human on Earth to die. Yet, death wouldn't be the end for her. Instead, she was given a second chance. She was brought back to ten minutes before the game started with all the memories of her 20 years of combat, and this time, she would win. [participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]
8 140 - In Serial31 Chapters
Blood Worth
What can a simple farmstead do against a wealthy corporation?In the world of Amoen, where centaurs roam and bullets fly, the frontier town of Picklewood has managed to maintain relative peace for a decade. But its residents—especially the farmers on its outskirts—are about to witness the heartbreaking end to that peace.Tragedy befalls Mak Garde and his family in this brutal tale of protection, love, suspense, and hardship, when the Westen Freight Railing Company from the city of Dogford in the North invades their property intending to lay rail without permission. The Garde family must make a life changing decision.Will they flee? Or will they fight?No matter their choice, Mak is forced to determine what, if anything, is truly worth the blood.
8 92 - In Serial10 Chapters
harry potter ; kihyun
"you look like harry potter"yoo kihyun just somehow meets a girl that tells him one of the weirdest things when they first meet.©hyukisk2018All Rights Reserved.
8 130 - In Serial37 Chapters
My Path of Justice
Set in Song China, a pair of homeless orphans, Muyou and Yiqi, were wandering across the land. With only each other to rely on, they embarked on a journey into the Jianghu. In this journey, they aimed to shake the World and leave their legacy behind. However, two orphans were simply too insignificant in this vast Jianghu. Watch how they carved out their own path, and also attempted to shed some light on the mystery of their parents’ sudden disappearance.If the traditional path rejects me,Then let me create my own path.A path which nobody has tread before,A path which defies conventions.Feel free to input your comments and thoughts, and what I can improve on!Website: www.worldofjotham.wordpress.com and https://silvalibrary.com/
8 178 - In Serial14 Chapters
Red, Green, Blue | The First Chapters
A story (series really) that I had drawn a bit backHere's the re-written version of the original (first) comicsIt is FanficMarkiplier (red) Jacksepticeye (green) and Crankgamplays (blue)- get trapped in a digital forest- how do they escape?(Featuring Many egos as well)
8 198 - In Serial12 Chapters
Tanka and Haiku
Overview TankaThe tanka poem is very similar to haiku but tanka poems have more syllables and it uses simile, metaphor and personifacation. There are five lines in a Tanka poem. Tanka poems are written about nature, seasons, love, sadness and other strong emotions. This form of poetry dates back almost 1200 years ago.HaikuHaiku poetry hails from Japan and uses strict syllable guidelines rather than focusing on meter or rhyme. Because the poem is short only three lines with 17 total syllables writers must choose words carefully to create meaning. Haiku poetry is typically simplistic, but its meaning can have great depth. Source : Wikipedia You can share my poem but dont copy, Piglarism is a crime. Enjoy reading po. 💕😊💕Ms. Eryl
8 72

