Monarch of Darkness, Arsene



"You ever raped a bitch?"

"Is that how we are going to start? Seriously who starts a conversation like that? No, you goddamn idiot. That is not my thing."

"Then would you bang your cousin? First cousin, maybe second if thier hot."

"... No."

"Ok. Ok. Ok. Then how about—"

"I seriously hate talking to you."

"Bro, just answer the questions. No need for commentary."

"Gods, I hate this place."

"No… I'm not interested in my cousins. Even if they were hot."

Tiamat exchanged a glance with me and fell into a harem of laughter. " Who are those two dummies?" She cried, tearing up as she gripped her stomach. "I bet there, kids."

"I somehow hope so. Then again, hearing adults talk like that would be frightening."

Tiamat snickered cutely and nudged my shoulders with a jeering smile. "You ought to spend more time with people. I used to hear shit like this all the time. Don't tell me you and that devil fiend of a brother of yours never had conversations like this?"

"Not really. Not this extreme, at least. The best we did was 'Would you kiss a man for a powerful God Tier battle art?"

"With tongue?"

"..."

"Kyaaaa! What did you say?" The demon dragon squealed, glaring at me with twinkling eyes, almost too anxious to hear the answer.

I followed the voice of the two idiots; all the wild Tia pestered me for a response. It was quite tempting to command her to shut it, but she was always like this. She loved to tease. Loved to annoy me.

And in about a few minutes of journeying down, I found two young boys, probably around the age of thirteen, going back and forth.

Their bodies were utterly free from sweat, far in contrast to the slew of perspiration flowing down my body.

It wasn't hard for me to adapt to the changes, but this was a perfect opportunity to learn about 'Breathing.' I had a deep inkling it would help me create a new path, just like Zariel did.

"Stranger Danger!" A young little bastard with long blonde hair shouted, pointing toward me. " Run, Vlad. I shall sacrifice my booty for you!" And he lunged his way in front of the raven hair brat, who stared blankly at the blonde kid.

"... You'll what?"

"Go, brother! I shall fend them off."

"..."

Vlad sighed and cuffed his palms before us. " Greetings Immortals of the Myriad Sea. I am Vlad of the Ares Clan." He glanced at the other kid, almost sneering,' Hurry up and greet these people, idiot."

"Oh! So they are not after my booty. Bet. Thank the Gods for that.

"I can't!~" Tia crackled in laughter, leaning her head onto my shoulder as she laughed and laughed. "He really thought we were after his booty."

Smiling alongside the kid, I couldn't even be mad. While it was a bit insulting, I found myself almost reminiscent of the past: We men have to protect our assets.

The Dao of Booty is strong in this one.

"Great Immortals, I am Valneer of the Ares Clan. " The blue-eyed blonde said and bowed deeply.

"I am looking for something in these lands. I need a guide. Summon your Leader. Is hall await. Tell him; Tenebrous of Noctem is here to see him.

Vlad and Valneer shook as their eyes grew alert in such a way even I was impressed. It wasn't anything great compared to this king, but having such an intent was impressive.

"Valneer, inform Father," Vlad said calmly.

"As you command." He said, vanishing into a crimson haze.

"You look impressed," Tia whispered beside my ear. "Do you want him as your disciple?"

"Nonsense, I've already have one. And I'm quite impressed with his progress. I've never been one to care for the power one carries. Rather it's their heart that I'm especially interested in. It's why I am usually an asshole to him and Zaid. Any idiot can gain power, but it becomes meaningless if you lack the mind and the resolve to push against adversity."

Tia slid her smoldering eyes toward me as if to judge my words as I continued. "Mortals fight with such crude weapons. But what do you think those with mighty power like us fight with?"

"It's not power," Tia said.

"Schemes." Vald attested, deepening my smile.

"Indeed. I fell off on that path the more power I held. No one was ever enough to challenge me. But… with the inclusion of all these monsters from the Myriad Heaven, don't you think I need to start scheming again?"

The Spirit Zone revealed many things, and despite my lack of understanding of its infinite knowledge, it gave me insight into people like Mephisto and Metatron.

"ARSENE!!!!!" A thunderous howl came startling me as the debts of this abyss trembled. Shards of stone rippled and sank downwards. As the pressure of Mount Olympus pressed over our shoulders with such force, I felt my bones wishing to crack.

Pain flared through my body in a blaze of heat, bringing to smile into a half smile.

"How are you?" I directed questions towards Tiamat, but seeing her calm expression, I knew this was nothing to her.

"I'm good. But that doesn't sound like that bitch made Ares." Tia calmly mention, pulling me back as a gust of demonic sword intent cleaved downwards, nearly hitting me.

"YOU! YOU! DARE SHOW YOURSELF!!!!" Howled the strenuous woman emerging from the cave behind Vlad.

There she stood: Hair a deep, rich black, with dark violet pupils, gripping a bloodstained sword that felt oddly familiar.

"Do you know her, Arsene?" Tia asked, but I could only shake my head.

"The sword looks familiar, but I've never seen her. She got balls attacking me, though, despite being so weak. She's barely an Immortal." I mentioned, smiling at the ravenous beauty.

"That blade is—"

"Kusanagi no Tsurugi," The raven-haired woman spat. " A sword gifted to me by my father."

"Still doesn't ring a bell," I said, rolling my eyes. " Just say your father's name so I can— Wait. I don't give a fuck. Tia, let's just kill her."

"My father is the one who killed you! The great demon M—"