Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Trying with my all to resist the urge to grin, I nodded. ” Who else would have the magnificence? Who simply has the sheer power required to wipe out a section of the bed of chaos? There’s no other man capable of being as great as I, woman.”

Seraphina’s cheery lips buckled with fury. A fury I’d be a fool not to see. “Have you any idea how many people died? How many—”

“I’ll stop you there. Who gives a shit. Seriously. Nothing has happened to this king, so what does it matter? The simple fact is Sera: is that I’m above the rules. To an extent, but I’m above them. Normal rules don’t apply to me.”

A grim silence echoed like thunder through this hall. Even the winds seemed to be still.

“So you don’t regret it?” The Djinn muttered, his shoulders trembling. He raised his teary eyes to me. “You killed my parents because you could?”

Hearing the torn in such a small child, who barely even lived, I straightened myself out over my throne, giving the boy respect. He deserved at least that much. A mortal daring to kill me? While children don’t have a concept of accountability to see one with such an array of emotions, intelligence was… refreshing.

“And what if I did? What can you do? Have you any idea who I am? How powerful I am?”

“Let me go,” The Djinn demanded to Sera, but she only held the boy tighter, not daring to release him. I could see the worry in her eye, the pain, as she stared at this child. “Please… Please let me go.”

“Release him, Sera. I’m curious.” I said, poised upon my throne. My fist pressed against my cheek as the faint imprint of a smile marred my lips. “I’m on the precipice of two wars, boy. My time is limited; If you can’t impress me. I’ll kill you and ensure you never find your parents in the afterlife.”

‘ARS—”

“Silence!” I barked. ” This is my land. And you will know your place!”

Thunder howled over this land, stirring the land of Iluthath, as my anger flared like a wild storm of eternal suffering. It silenced the foolish angel.

She released him.

“Continue, boy.”

The young Djinn, eyes filled with focus, stepped out. He opened his palm that slowly became enveloped in Creation Laws and drew a spear out of the Primordial Ooze, and pointed it towards me.

“I, Adrian of Valiscar, son of Theo and Vina, challenge you!”

“You will die,” I promised the boy.

Adrian’s golden orbs burned with malicious light that seemed almost stunning as it came from that of a child.

Startled yet impressed, I rose from my throne and stepped onwards the young child not even half my height. Much less a fourth.

“Mercy isn’t a tool I tend to use.” I soon warned, sending a warning glance toward Sera. Should she interfere, I will kill the boy.

Djinns, known as the wishing race, are said to have been born through hopes and desires. They have an amazing ability that allows them to wish upon anything. If they wish for gold, it shall form. If they wish for power, the fates will aline to their wish.

The Djinns are quite a useful race, although they lack Life Force. Everything comes with a price. And with each wish, Djinn permanently loses a sliver of their life force. Forcing them to bond to a weapon or object, becoming Genies a lot of the time, simply to preserve their lifespan.

It’s fascinating, really… they are willing to choose a life of slavery instead of death. Most Djinns, after they become a Genie, will attempt to trick their master, but with the infamy they have garnered through the many cycles, most people are wary of them. ｎｏｖ𝚕．𝚌ｏｍ

A/N: Would you be Djinn or a Devil? I’d be a Djinn. I can’t survive Hell, lol.

Summoning Noctem, I stared at Adrian, whose cultivation stood at the peak of Nascent Soul. An amazing achievement, given his age.

“Show me, then, Adrian of Valiscar.”

Dashing at me, the spear in the young boy’s lift arm lunged towards my neck, twisting at the last moment towards my shoulder blade. The tip of his spear stretched forwards, but I was quick to react as Noctem suddenly slithered like a serpent around the boy’s spear in a flash of black light, finding blood.

I severed his spear arm in a single strike, bathing my floor red, as I lunged forth before his arm had even struck the floor and kneed him in the sternum shattering his ribs. Blood alongside bits of organs spilled from his mouth, but just as he vomited, my fist whipped over his cheek, tearing a massive chunk of flesh from his face while caving in parts of his skull, blasting him into the wall.

“Worthless,’ I spat, glaring at Adrian in a state of shock. His face swelled with blood as a single eye stood hanging out of its socket. He shuttered uncontrollably, hyperventilating.

Embellishing in the sheer terror radiating out of the boy, I pointed Noctem towards the tip of his neck, poised for execution.

“Renounce them.” I coldly declared. ” Renounce your Mother and Father. Renounce them, and I’ll make your death quick. I’ll not beat you to death with your limb.”

“He’s a child, Arsene! He’s barely FIVE!!” Seraphina howled, not daring to take another step as my killing intent flared.

“Beg boy.” I challenged, daring the child to make a move.

Teary-eyed, the boy bubbling blood from his eyes, nose, and mouth, stared at me. With a type of hate only a child could deliver. It was a type of hate you couldn’t dismiss.

Could hate be so innocent?

“I’ll…” He stopped and coughed up blood. ” I’ll kill… you… I’ll…avenge… Mama… Papa…”

Hellish intent flared from the tip of my spear and into the boy frying his nervous system.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~” Howled the small child as I stared him dead in the eye. Watching for any sign of deception.

“BEG!”

“I…I’ll… a…a.a.ve…avenge… Mama…. Papa.”

Lowering Noctem, I smiled and slid my gaze to Sera. ” Can you find his parent’s soul? I don’t know what happened, but somehow it seems like I am somehow responsible.” Turning back to little Adrian bleeding out, I snapped, allowing the darkness to piece the boy back together.

I returned to my throne. ” You will become my new disciple. I’m in need of one.”