Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Spending a few hours pacifying mother, I smiled as she flew up in the air flying away with a bright smile.

It appeared that Yura and the others had returned two months ago. Yura was so enraged that she actually cursed the Nine Hells before storming off. The others, however, were in a serious state as most of their injuries could not be healed right away.

Interestingly enough, Ramsy Lamonet, Alister Vargis, and Dromark Vargis were not teleported with us. Nevertheless, mass panic exploded as all seven of Asterion's super-geniuses vanished.

"Are you there?" I asked aloud as Shadow appeared next to me on one knee, "You guys are really on the ball, huh. How did you know I returned.

"We never left, my lord," said the shadow, a hint of pride pressing in his tone. With a smirk, I nodded, "Tell me the state of this Kingdom."

"They are in a really good state, my lord. Selma has brokered a treaty with Romga, and apparently, they are planning on attacking Fort Gravem. One of Godwin's major forts within a few days.

"What about my Nexus Armor and Dra's spy network," I asked as they were the most important resources to me.

"Selma tried to battle Lord Greyson, but he joined the battle far too late. After about two months, Lord Greyson claimed Dra's network along with ending his life. " Said the Shadow, causing a bright grin to appear, "As for the Nexus Armor, you will have to speak with Rose regarding such matters, my lord."

"Has my operation room been prepared?" I suddenly asked with a bright smile. With Dra dead, there was no one that could annoy me anymore, although it didn't matter anymore with the Legion on its way. Well, there is Grey, but I could care less anymore. I am going to feast by the week's end.

With a nod that brought a quiver to my heart, I beamed with delight

"Tell Grey I request a meeting for the Snow Family tomorrow," I said before walking home. It was currently evening, and I was terrifyingly hungry. It had been three months since I last ate.

Within about half an hour, I arrived before my estate as a peer of deep Asmythe eyes stared at me. A wave of warmth that confused me gripped my heart as Yura smiled, "Welcome Home, " She exclaimed with glee.

Yet, my mood slightly plummeted as a girl with Violet hair and three other men covered in bandages raced out, "Your back" They shouted in sync.

"Yura"

"Yes," she said with a mischievous smile.

"Yura."

"Yes," She repeated

"Are they living with me now?"

Nodding with a radiant smile, Yura giggled, "Yes," she said with a pause, "Ok, they are just staying a few days. You were missing for about two months.

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FUCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!! I am going to kill this girl; cursing beneath my breath, I glared at everyone, "Get the hell out, you all can't say here," I ruthlessly proclaimed.

Yet, my voice didn't seem to reach their ears as they clenched my shoulders, dragging me inside with smiling faces. A small party soon began filled with laughter and tears as everyone spoke about what happened within Drar'ethiul's Realm.

Looking at the full moon that hung in the sky, I smiled as the party died down, allowing me to have some peace and quiet within my room finally.

With a hum, I stepped into my room and stared at my crimson bed with a frown. An uncomfortable feeling filled my heart as I closed my door. Taking a deep breath, the scent of blood filled my nose as a ting of killing intent could still be felt within the air.

There was no one within my room. Furthermore, there were enough formations to stop a heaven-rank master. Yet, as I drew closer, apprehension gripped me as I stared down at the woman that laid lifelessly on my bed.

Her heart was all but removed, lying gently within her palm as if the killer had placed it there. A horrid look of despair could be seen as blood leaked from my sheets over the ground with a small dribble of noise as if from a leaky faucet.

"Isaella," I weakly asked as a shiver ran through my heart. Her eyes were hollow and cold as she laid lifelessly on my bed, fully naked.

Drawing closer, I caressed her cheek that was cold as Ice. Her skin pale as the moon that hung over the midnight sky.

"Isaella," I called out again, bewildered by her still body.

Yet, the only sound that seemed to echo out was the drops of blood leaking over my floor. What should I feel at this moment? There was really no emotion regarding this woman. While she may have been my first, I did not love her. Our relationship was weird, I would be wrong to say I didn't feel something, but sadness is not an emotion I will conform to.

Trailing my hands through her hair, I suddenly smiled, "Do not worry, Isaella, for you shall be with me forever." I darkly whispered as I drew Dragonsbane, only to gasped at its evolution.

Its appearance identical to when I used the flames of Hellfire as a catalyst to summon Typhoeus. A sinister dark light seemed to grip Dragonsbane as a faint dragon's roar hummed. Not being distracted, I ruthlessly severed Isaella two feet, hands, and lastly, head. Personally, this was not how I usually do things, but who am I to discard this gift. I already had a list of people, including blood type, age, sex, and cultivation.

Coving our bodies in the darkness, I looked at the Ring of Bael, sending my intent within. With a cold smile, I threw Isaella's lifeless body along with my entire bed inside. No Body no crime, at least that was said in my past life.

Showering my room with darkness, I sneakily left under the shade of night, leaving Isaella's feet, hands, and Head in random dumpers all around Pendragon.

"This is kind of fucked up...I may have a mental problem," I exclaimed as I gazed at her still eyes that seem to be staring back at me with disappointment. Closing her eyes, I nodded, feeling a little better at what I was doing.

"Sorry, Isaella, I hope you understand. Well, maybe you won't, but it's been a long time." I pathetically tried to defend, "But do not fret once you are in my tummy, I will definitely find your killer...Maybe"

With one final glance, I faded, never to return to this location again. With the presence of night and the blessing of darkness, it didn't matter if someone was monitoring me because I was sure whoever tried to spy would have already given up trying to spot me.