Monarch Of Darkness, Arsene Chapter 269
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"So he has arrived. Has the Order of Heimdall told us anything regarding this Arsene?" My brother asked, pursing his lips licking his bloody fingers as his naked body laid bare upon his bed.
"Kain, why is it every time I see you you are fucking or eating some bitch? Really Lisa? A mere demi-human?" I scuffed, shooting the lifeless woman still calling out to her husband a disdainful stare. "But to answer your question, they have not sent anything, but it's not like you care. We have our orders."
Stepping upon her bloated stomach, Lisa screamed as tears ran down her eyes. Feeling the budding life within her stomach slowly fade, she could not even scream as she clawed at the air. SLowly a mixture of semen and blood ran down her legs as kain licked his lips.
"Do you want a taste? I swear premature blood tastes the best. Especially when it's fresh. Come have a taste of your nephew I fucked into her!" Said kain with excitement.
Leaving the room without bothering to reply, I sighed, "How the fuck did he get like that? We are twins, but I swear that bastard is the worst type of scum to walk Midgard."
Hearing the bitter screams of Lisa, I shook my head. She made her bed; while I feel a little sorry for her, I think those are the only emotions I portray to humanity? We are, after all, pawns in fathers game, or at least we were.
(A/N: Idk what Lisa did to make her bed except for roll a Nat 1 )
Heimdall, you're a son of a bitch, you know of what we go through, yet you still watch your own blood fall into this fucking depravity. I knew the gods were cruel, but you. You may be even worse than thor and his father. I am no saint; no, I lack the basic concept of empathy, but I cannot help but hate you even now!
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Stepping out upon the ruin patio, I glared at the sun setting in this tattered castle Kain called home. Why we were asked to remain did not matter, but hearing that bitches screams every day was growing on my nerves. Why could that idiot not be like me and kill his food? Or even drug them up. Scuffing towards the sun, I closed my eyes.
"Andor, are you not suppose to be with Arsene?" someone asked from the shadows of this tattered castle.
"What is it you want?" I asked, hearing the voice of Drulan.
"I, no, we want to know why for the last couple of months, you have been missing?" He questioned, "If I didn't know better, I would think that you are giving this Arsene time to grow."
Snickering, I smirked, "Drulan, spare me your mind games, and let's get straight to what you want?"
"I beg to differ; it is my job to figure out why a demi-god is working against his own father. Why are you helping Arsene Snow? You of all people should have known who he was the first time you met him."
"And I did what was asked of me. I became enemies; I stocked him, I did everything asked, so why are you here questioning me?" I remarked, snapping my eyes towards the lonesome bastard. What other reason would I have for going after Arsene? From the moment he entered Hallr, I was to kill him. They even got Lisa to bring him to me unknowingly.
Squinting at me, a dark smile sprung upon his lips, "Well, Andor, if you don't..."
"Drulan, I am growing tired of you. I am not that little kid you raised all those years ago. You may have mind fucked my brother, but I am quite aware of my worth. And unless Heimdall descends, what the fuck can you do to me?"
Slowly losing his smile, I chuckled, my mind flashing back to that ashen-headed bastard, "I learned a lot from that boy. It should have been quite clear, but what can you do to me? What can a mere fucking animal like you do?"
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Bearin my fang, I shot towards him like a bolt of black lightning clenching his throat, lifting him off the ground, "Tell me, Drulan? Is it not me and my brother that holds all the power. "
Struggling to speak, Drulan gaze hummed with amusement, yet it soon began to fade as scales began to consume my body. Slowly my appearance began to change as large devilish wings sprouted from my back, while my legs morphed into the legs of a jackal "KAIN, GET OUT HERE!"
"BROTHER!!!" Kain bellowed, rushing out his hands, gripping Lisa by the ankle, "HUH! Drulan? SHit, are we fucking shit up! Finally, I have wanted to fuck the shit out of him. Big bro, let me have the first take!"
Roaring at the top of his lungs, a ruthless blast of divinity shot from Drulan, blasting me into the wall, tearing my arms from my body. Coughing up blood, a deprave laughter fell from my lungs, "Heimdall, it is too late!!! HE IS HERE!!! YOUR GAME IS OVER!"
Opening his eyes wide with pure rage, a divinity like no other exploded off Drulan. Slowly a gaze that was not his and a voice that did not belong echoed, "Andor, it is quite unwise of you to be so... so unwise. Why go against me?"
Scrunching his brow, kain dropped the whore within his arms, walking towards the possess Heimdall. Barring his fangs, scales, and wings like mine began o grow as he lifted his lips, revealing bloody fangs.
"Father, is that you? Why must you ruin the fun? I was not done with him yet. I have yet to have a taste of your most loyal bitch." Said kain licking his lips. "But I did once here in order to show true dominance over a man. One should fuck that person's father. I heard it is the ultimate..."
"Fucking hell, shut the fuck up!" I bellowed, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I would have to agree with Andor; never in my life had I heard of something so... so disturbing," Heimdall remarked. "but it of no matter, my boy."
Rising from out of the ground, my arm quickly began to regenerate as a gate of brimstone began to take form by Kain's side. Feeling all of space and time twist, a heart-piercing dark ice consumed my soul, freezing me in place as a burst of sinister laughter consumed my every fiber bringing darkness and evil to Midgard.
Be it Kain, me, or Heimdall; all fell to their knees as he walked out of the gates. With his magnificent snake-like eyes, he chuckled, "Kain, you truly do belong within the Nines with me; we could truly have fun together."
"It's you!! Is it finally time?" Kain shouted upon his knees, feeling no shame for kneeling. Although even I felt this was right.
"Of course, I did tell you to remain within this castle till I came for you," he replied, turning his gaze towards the terrified Heimdall. Licking his lips, he circled the Watcher of the Nine Realms.
"Heimdall, it is quite the pleasure, but I am here for my boys. I thank you for your patronage, but I will now be taking over."
Shivering with horror or pleasure, Heimdall lowered his gaze, not daring to gaze upon this unholy being, "But of course, I am after all one of your servants Great Arch Devil Sitri. Everything has been prepared for per your dark will."
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