Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Ok, so there are a few rules to this Realm of Spirits: Rule one don’t use abilities I perceive as hax. They’re not meant to be used by people, that includes me. I’m too weak to use the Abyssal Flames. Not that has stopped me recently. Rule two I can’t remain in the Realm of Spirits longer than ten seconds. Any longer will damage my soul due to the forced entry. Rule three. One needs to be a control type. One that has absolute control of their bodies and soul.

It would seem being a control type is one of the requirements for entering the Realm of Spirits. And as someone who follows the Path of Ren Shii, a somewhat raged induced path, the Realm of Spirits isn’t exactly a good fit for me.

It requires perfect control of every fallacy, and due to my nature, I’m simply the embodiment of chaos. I’m far too chaotic… that explains why Tene said it’s good for children. With children less exposed to the world, they are more trusting of the unknown.

The Abyssal Flames and Higher-Level Darkness techniques and spells are a big no-no. But for ten seconds of each hour, I will train both my purity of qi and my knowledge. I wonder what will happen when the Aspect of Sealing reaches the next level.

“Master?” Freya asked, pulling me out of my inner thoughts. I opened my eyes and smiled at her. She’s grown quite a bit in the recent years. Thank god for that. It had taken a hundred years just to regenerate my arm.

My fault, really. The moment I opened my eyes, I returned to the Realm of Spirits to conjure the Abyssal Flame. I did so about twenty-nine times before giving up because my body was about to break down.

And each time, I adapted, but for some reason, the Abyssal Flame kept changing. Only after I’d given up did I realize I was diving too deep into the Realm of Spirits. Which wasn’t a bad thing, but it didn’t have momentary benefit. At least none I could see. I had zero control over using this domain, yet I was trying to increase something that even peak-level entities needed to be wary of.

It was suicide, honestly.

“Ummm, Master,” Freya said, lifting her head up towards me, her appearance mirroring a young teenage girl. “Lady Tenebrae, Soloman, and Lucifer have summoned me.”

Scrunching my brow, I nodded, recalling the Tower and Tenebrae’s New World Order initiative. And a small grin appeared on my lips. “Go with them, but bring Mimir. His wisdom is sure to have grown.” .

“As has his Lust.”

I chuckled: “He is a knight, just like you. Or are you, by chance, still holding a grudge for what he had done?” I asked her. Mimir was, after all, the one who orchestrated Freya’s torment under Oden. And it wasn’t a bad plan. It’s just even he failed to grasp the level of depravity Oden could inflict. That man was a monster, even by my standard.

OHHH! Shit… I forgot about Sif! Is she still being run through by demons? No… she should have ascended alongside everyone else when their memories awoke. I’m sure Zariel broke whatever deal I made for them. Im, sure he has the power to do so.

I wonder if she’ll be in the right head space after all that happened. I did screw over Sif, Oden, and Zeus. Oh well. Not my problem. Whether they reincarnate to escape what i’d done or find their own path, it’s of no consequence to me. That being said, they might find fault with my children… Good.

“I don’t hate him as I used to.” She muttered, betrayed by the gleam of sorrow she carried. “I just hate that when we first met… I wasn’t the most likable person.”

“Well, you were Hot, so who cares?”

She laughed. ” Master, can you be any more sexist?”

I smiled mischievously. ‘Of course.” And I shook my head, ” But it’s fine. Looking back now, I could have made a lot of allies if I wasn’t blinded by the need to simply kill all my enemies. You weren’t an enemy, but you were on the line. I don’t regret bringing you over to my side.”

“I’ll bring him, Master, but I was thinking of bringing Kuro and Adrian.”

“You have my permission. It would be a good fit for my little disciple and his lover too–”

“They’re not lovers.” Freya chimed in.

“Still? My boy has no game! Well, It’s fine for now. Take him along. I’ll be heading to the Ruins of Olympus.” I replied, rising to my feet as I pulled out my Holocube.

Zariel had mapped the location for me, so getting there was a matter of time. Still, traveling with Freya is always welcome.

“Then I shall be off, Master.” She said, vanishing into a fog of mist.

“So I guess it’s just us?” the alluring voice of Tiamat echoed from around Forests four sending my heart into a flutter of what was to come. She emerged wrapped in a golden red robe that only enhanced her beauty that seemed as devilishly sinful as it was alluring.

“According to the Holocube Navigations, it should take a few hundred years to get there. Care to journey with me?”

“Do you need to ask?” She inquired, unable to mask that wildfire in her eyes. And she glanced over the horizon. ” But Arsene… I feel danger ahead. Rankers… are people who can all battle against Devils and Demons, Angels, and Fallen. They already tracked you down once. I suspect that we’ll not get lucky next time.”

“And?”

Tiamat narrowed her eyes. ” You really have changed. You are far more reckless… And arrogant. Iluthath has changed, you know. Your cultivation is barely enough to exist within the Origin Realm, much less this one that stands above it. Your arrogance might end up causing your death.”

“And there lies the Price of one’s Pride. But I’ll be fine. I have the Abyss and the Darkness as wives. I am protected… even if you can’t see it.” I told her, offering a hand. ” Now then, dear Tia, care to continue our date? The one we never got to have before I died?”

Enjoying the shrinking of her pupils as she shuddered. She spoke:” I’d thought you—”

“Forgot? Hell no? Before death, you were the only one I ever loved. I had even told Zariel I was willing to give up the hoes for you. Although, to you… I was sure I was just a fling.”

“Maybe…” she muttered. “But you’re not the same man.”

“Nope… I’m better.”