Monarch Of Darkness, Arsene Chapter 238
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Opening her mouth, Ezra turned her face that was pale as a sheet. Backing away, she stared at the wild Geir, screaming like a madman. Watching as he curled into a ball, my smile only grew as I snickered.
"Geir, you are quite a monster if I don't say so myself." I muttered in a condescending tone, "I am sure all the memories of what happened are coming back. Honestly, it is surprising; you broke so badly that you were willing to torture your own daughter for fun. I didn't even have to say anything, and you subjected her to such....to such a cruel fate."
Shaking my head in a mocking light, I stared down at my smoking arm. Licking the small wounds upon my arm, I smiled, "I had to wipe your memories after a while, and experiment but I must say you are truly a cruel man. Lana should be ashamed to be related to you. You're a disgrace of a man and a father.
Watching as the skeleton swayed back and forth, I snickered, "Come now, Geir, no need to be so broken. I, Arsene, am a man of forgiveness and solutions. Give me your soul, and I shall wipe your memories of all that transpired. It will all vanished, all of it."
'MEm... ma... me... master will not punish me? He Hel...h e helps Gei...He helps... Lana... Me ...eekkk For...forget." Geir muttered gibberish, yet I understood, nodding in response.
"Yes, all the bad memories of what I did to you will vanish. Lana will be safe and all in your memories. All it will take is for you to shake my hand." I hummed as Ezra covered her mouth.
"Arsene... What the hell did you do to him? Who... Who is Lana?"
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"Dugh...duah...daughter...Ea...eat...Kill....ffffff... Kill me.....MA...Amster Agree...Agree," Geir bellowed, rushing to my palm as he shook it on his own accord. This was not a contract. No, this was simply me placing my emblem upon his soul. What I did far crossed the line of what was allowed.
Laughing in glee, the flames within Geir's eyes vanished as his skeleton fell to the ground. Licking my lips, Soulforce consumed my body before I pushed it deep into Gier's body, forcing a Demonic Change.
"Arsene, what the hell did you do?" Ezra coldly demanded. There was a deep fear as she stared at me, yet as I gazed up to the heavens, I shook my head.
"There are some things that you should not know. Just understand that Lana was his daughter. I don't know why she was his greatest fear, but it was all too easy to exploit such a fear. Life... Life sure is not fair. The Heavenly Dao may be ruthless, but we demons are far crueler. Death is merely the beginning for us."
Gazing into Ezra's perplexed eyes, I shook my head, "Watch over Geir as he changes... He will not remember any of this. Once he awakes, I want a Demonic Army of Undead. If he is a demon, give him the skill to help store souls. I want all that he kills."
Flashing back to my hotel within the Port City. My body crashed into my pillow as a wave of exhaustion consumed me.
"Fuck," I muttered, rising into the lotus position in a begrudging manner. Times like these are the few moments where I simply do not wish to cultivate, but even I need to make some sacrifices once in a while.
Taking out another few resources, I began consuming them as a massive amount of qi began to fill my body. Feeling the large rush of qi filling my Mederiens Soulforce began enforcing the excess qi.
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However, as a few days began to pass, a deep frown echoed from my lips. "Looks like I need to visit the Blooded Association. I am officially out of resources."
Looking at the dark skies, I snickered, "Why is it always night when I awake?" I questioned, vanishing from my room.
Turning my mask into that of a wolf mask, A cold grimace masked my expression as I hovered above the skies of Midgard with two large demonic wings pulsing with the sin of Wrath.
Narrowing my gaze, Ashen Flames sprung from my palms. Feeling the sinful heat of hell against my skin, I smiled, "Little Ty, shall we?"
Arching my palm high, a heavenly-defining draconic roar consumed all of Remora, shattering glass and creating tremors throughout the land. Taking a deep breath, I fell like an angel falling from the heavens.
Shattering the sound barrier, my body became a blur transforming into a massive white dragon with crimson eyes releasing an unholy aura that consumed Midgard.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Crashing into the ground, a massive explosion that seems to consume a large portion of the city of Remora fill my gaze as large burn marks began to echo from my skin. However, such injuries were only superficial when compared to the wastelands I had just created. Nothing but wreckage and ash were visible as the echoes of the unfortunate rang out.
With an endless stream of souls filling my body, dragonsbane began to hum in power as I faded into the chaos of hell.
Fusing with the darkness, the flames of hellfire began to rage through the Blooded Association and throughout Remora, decimating all life where ever it touched. Yet, for all those was below the level of gate of life or Spirit Realm that was given the honor of gazing on the flames turned into flames themselves.
"W-w-w-w, what is this?" A powerful force filled with fear resounded as my body shot into the Blood Association courtyard.
Drawing dragonsbane, my arm became like a brush painting the courtyard in crimson. With each step I took, I slaughtered hundreds who could not even understand what was happening. My movements were sharp, and my will was cold as my painting began to take form.
Narrowing my eyes, my mind-melded into the darkness creating a large virtual image of the entire courtyard. Smirking, I teleported before anyone noticed. With the flames of Hellfire and the massive destruction to this city, this was a perfect opportunity to rob everyone.
Arriving into the darkroom, my gaze slowly began to glimmer in a deep light. Staring at the large silver vault surrounded by inscriptions, I slowly began to grin as I released a deep chuckle.
Feeling the pure darkness within the vault, my mind began to churn as I took a deep breath teleporting myself within the vault. Sensing a deep chill, a mist of darkness coated my body as my arms began to flash.
Not bothering to look through what I was taking, I absorbed everything in but a few second's time. However, just as I finished, the vault slowly began to open. Arching my lips, I twisted my head as light graced the darkness with its foul presence.
"A-A-A-Arsene?"
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