Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Unsure when my palm had taken hold of this woman’s throat or when the crater of her body had appeared against the wall. All I knew was that the next words from out of my mouth felt as though it was born from the deepest layer of the Hells.

“Who did you say your father was?” I asked, digging my fingers so deep into her flesh that slivers of warm ruby-red blood curled down my fingers.

The raven-hair beauty trembled, clenching at my wrist as her body flailed like a chicken without a head.

“Release me! Re–”

Tightening my hold, I watched her eyes go so wide that I thought they would pop from her socket.

“I’ll not ask again.”

“Muramasa.” She cried out, and my grip waned.

“Zariel… left you alive?”

Eyes a fog of water, she bowed her head. “It was I who told him where to find Father. In return, he’d spare me and the newborns of my clan.” She said, falling to her knees as I released her.

“So why did you attack me?”

“Because I hate you!” She wailed, glaring up at me with a burning hatred.

“If I remember correctly, I didn’t do anything but die. I’ve never once messed with your clan. I was attacked for no apparent reason.” I replied.

Honestly, to this day, I still don’t know all that occurred. I’m somewhat interested, but to be honest, it’s in the past. And I’ve never really been a fan of history.

“How’d you recognize me?”

“…”

The raven-haired woman frowned, wiped away some of her tears, and pointed towards my hand, towards the scarlet ring Zero had given Lilith and me on our wedding day.

Startled, I glanced down at the ring, towards the blood-red color, and back to the annoying woman.

“That was Father’s Sword.” She said. “After he died, his weapon had managed to escape into hyperspace, vanishing for many cycles until it remerged in my presence one day. It was the day I named this blade after Father: Demon Sword, Muramasa.”

“A chaos cycle later… Zariel, the Silver Devil, appeared, snatching the blade, claiming he’d smelt it down in memory of his brother. Said, ‘My betrayal was more than enough to allow me to escape death once again.’

“So you’re a bad daughter!” I laughed, sneering at the contorting of her expression. She bowed her head as if to hide her shame. But… I wasn’t Zariel.

Lifting her up by the chin, I stared at her pretty face, at her bloodstained eyes, delicate lashes, and soft snow-white skin, already bruised by my roughness.

“I think I might turn you into the new Sif. I hear she is going through hundreds of reincarnations simply to wipe away the memory, merely to wipe away the shame. How splendid. I wonder if it’ll work. Tell me, dearie, what’s your name? A toy needs a name.”

“You— You can’t do this.” she stammered off.

“But he can.” Tia joined, closing in. She smiled brightly. “Your an immortal around Zaid level. How fun. Can I have her?”

“YOU!!!!” Flaring her Qi, my eyes flashed at the sight of her ‘Breath’ soaring with life. And with the power of the Aspect of Sealing, my fingers planted themselves between her brow as I sealed away all her Qi, leaving the foolish wench within the levels of mortality.

What a monstrous ability. I wonder what the other applications are?

“Your name, deary. A slave like you ought to know.”

She clenched her teeth, trembling: “Mio M—”

“Slaves do not need surnames. Oh, Tia, if you find any of her kin, please do kill them. Slaves also don’t need family. Can’t believe Zariel made such a noobish mistake. But worry not, as the Eldest, I shall rectify my naive little brother’s mistake.” I promised, glaring at Mio. “Perhaps you’ll be useful as a maid for the youngest. Practice for when he wets his cock.”

Blood practically drained from Mio’s bewitching exterior. That it almost made me laugh. Though. What I’d like to know is what the hell was going through her head when she foolishly attacked this King. Hmmm. Perhaps she thought that since she was older, she had the advantage.

Anyway, Altair will have his first side piece. I ought to find someone for Vesyrn. That little shit ought to have some fun too.

“Play your cards right, and the Youngest might make you into a sword maid. You’ll have the honor of carrying his sword.”

“Wait, I thought she was mine!” Tia shouted, pointing the finger at this King.

“I don’t remember saying that,” I muttered, turning the other way.

Tiamat’s expression turned into a lovely pout as she glared at me. “Your such a bully.”

“What did you want her for anyway?”

“She would take my place.”

“Nope. I like Tia the best. I don’t want this slave. Oh, that reminds me. I ought to place a slave seal on her.”

“NO!!!! Stop! Please!!!!” She roared, kicking away as she tried to run.

But the moment she took her fifth step, my intent wrapped around her, freezing her in place. I drew her back as her already pale expression dipped to a ghastly color.

“Arsene… Please don’t do this. You… just kill me. You don’t need me!” Mio cried, but my decision had already been made.

Mio was going to be a slave to my Youngest Child.

Hmmm. I ought to start making my children presents. Hmmm, A mask for Iza, a bracelet or perhaps a gauntlet for Ves, and now Altair has a Sword Maid/Slave. 𝒷𝒹ℴ𝓿𝓁.𝓬𝓸𝓂

Hmmm, the youngest better be cute. He’s going to have a lot of work to do. Speaking of… I ought to make my ten commandments.

I wonder what they’ll be.

“Your smiling creepily,” Tia mentioned poking at my cheeks with squinty eyes.

“Please don’t do this! My Lord, I implore you! Don’t do this! I’ll do anything… Anything. Just don’t make me a slave.” Mio howled so firmly I could hear the back of her throat bleed as tears swelled from her beautiful face.

But as I grabbed her, I couldn’t help but chuckle. ” Then hope. Hope our Youngest isn’t a complete degenerate. Hope he won’t pump you full of wood the moment you prostrate yourself before him as his slave. Hope he doesn’t pimp you out for a few bucks. Hope, little Mio. Because the Sin of the Father now rests on the Daughter.”

“DEVIL!!!!!!!”

“HAHAHA”