Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

It was a bit early in Midgard. The sun was not yet at its zenith, and I was a bit hungry. I don't know why but I have always hated not being able to feel hunger. I had never admitted it to anyone, but living like a mortal was enjoyable.

They sleep, piss, and shit in a repeated cycle. I cannot even remember the last time I was able to drop a duce. Just having that single moment when no one bothers you is memorable.

As a cultivator, one must always be on guard, so most don't bother using restrooms or bushes as they might get caught up in a battle with their dick hanging out.

Gazing out the blazing inferno of my kingdom from my patio just outside my room, I watched the sun melting the crisp air.

I had told Freya to prepare in case the process is long, although I may have neglected to say that this process could downright kill her. Everything had its risk, but hey, Freya and Mimir will be my test subject. They should be powerful enough to live... I hope.

Enjoying the cooling winds pressing across my lips and cheeks like a lover's touch, I leaned onto the railing. "This is my domain," I muttered halfheartedly, "A city of sin, a domain of dispair—a land where only my rule matters."

Listening to the three knocks on my door. Mimir's voice sounded through my door, "m'Boy, can I come in?"

"You may," I replied softly, but my words echoed through the breeze, into Mimir's ear.

Being carried by a maid, whose face I did not recognize, she bowed, placing the head near me on the patio's railing.

"So? When are you going to turn this land into your domain?" He asked, but that question had me wondering as well.

My power was still rising. Breaking into godhood for Devils was simple; most start at gods unless the parents dictate otherwise. Nevertheless, they don't experience bottlenecks till they reach godhood.

I knew I was going to be the same, but I wanted to save this enormous burst of Divinity at my fingertips. My God, even I can feel the amount of belief these people felt for me here. They were all fucking insane.

"You trying to find a way to cheat the system?" Mimir suddenly asked, peering deeply at me with a content smile, "You should stop before you end up screwing yourself over."

"I want to know if I should take the divinity now or wait till I become a god first without it," I answered, looking forward to seeing Mimir's response.

Cracking a smile, I had the feeling my advisor was shaking his head, but without a neck and shoulder, all that was shown to me was an eye roll.

"My boy, I say cash in now. You have a powerful Mortal Dao. Instead of being greedy for power, take what you have now. It's not just about you, what of your wife, that you led an entire crusade of death to get back for."

"I think she would say hold out." I swiftly said.

"Of course, she would; she is your wife. Lilith wishes for you to be strong, but you need to understand when to take what you can."

Pondering over the wise head, I shook my head, "Greed is a Sin. What type of God would I be if I didn't follow my own sin."

"A smart one. You are not a devil anymore. Use their power, do not let it use you." Mimir uttered solemnly, his lips curled down in a grimace.

Getting a glimpse of the stars hidden by the azure skies. I thought of the close encounter I had today. Were it not for Azeroth; I may have had to abandon Alos.

"Take what you can, as a god, fast and quick, for this is where the true cultivation world starts. A Battle of Divinity is now upon my horizon."

"Well put. Long-term is only for gods with power. As a Low God, you are fortunate to have Devils and Demons at your command. Midgard can be your long term, but you must take it now before anything happens."

Chuckling, I could only shake my head, "No wonder Freya hates you. You are a damn good advisor. Odin was a fool to lock you away, and thor was a bigger idiot for keeping you there. All the Aesir gods are.

Pushing myself off the railings, I held onto Mimir's head, "You done with everything you needed?"

"I would not be here otherwise." He claimed, putting a smile upon my face. "Although I will say am a little hesitant over this process."

"Would you like to take the risk and make a deal with the Hells, to break yours and Freya's torment?"

"Carry on then." He said.

Dragging around Mimir's head through my bedroom and towards my throne room, I had not visited yet. I pushed through the double doors entering to my throne that was stained obsidian black.

Towering over all, with its magnificent dominance, I approached but did not walk up the stairs to sit upon my throne. Placing the body-less head within the center of the room that held a large amount of space, I took a few steps back and drew Noctem from my back.

Not bothering to hesitate, I slit my wrist and mark the ground with my blood. Squiizng my fist, blood gushed without reservation.

"The Blood of Tenebrae, The Hells, and The Abyss." I chanted, slitting my other wrist so that more blood would fall. Growing a bit pale, I continued on, forming a small puddle that was slowly beginning to increase.

It was not long till a large circular pool of blood had formed. Suddenly it began to stir like the waters of a lake. Ripples began to form and spike around Mimir.

"Seems I am first," The head claimed with a hint of anxiety.

Allowing the tormented souls within me to mend my body, my skin had returned to its heath color, while my wrist began to heal at a visible rate.

Closing my eyes, the rippling blood at my feet twisted. Weaving through the gound, a certain image held within the depts of my soul appeared upon the ground, created from out of my blood.

Releasing a deep breath, I opened my eyes to the sight of my crest weaving complexity. "Good Luck, Mimir,"