Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Holy Shit! Aiza got sexy! That stern look is one hundred percent sexy! I should get Lilith to give me that bone-chilling stare in bed. Fucking an ice queen is just so alluring.

It had been about an hour since I had left Aiza's mansion. Honestly, all that I did was nothing more than bullshit. I had almost zero power to threaten. But like death, the fear of the unknown is more destructive than many would hope to admit.

Peering off into the winter chill of dawn caressing my cheeks and lips like that of a lover, a chilling glint skimmed over my blackened soul.

To grow, I needed to kill. I needed powerful souls. Yael and Sitri were within my spear, fueling Noctem with their infinite power, and I needed that. Standard cultivation resources did nothing but stir the waters.

Within the Holy City of Casia, there were a few major powers. But the ones that I did not like were known to be the Holy Swords. A Sect build off the belief of righteousness. A foolish concept I plan on beating out of my baby's head.

"Good people die first. Who wants to be a hero? They have no lives, basic bitches, and honestly stupid morals. The Hells are where it is at. There is a reason they are so powerful. We win; we always win." I said aloud, hearing the whispers of splashing water echo from his city built on water.

The air was stiflingly sweet, and my blade was ready for slaughter; I knew that would never happen. I needed quality, not quantity.

Feeling the hum of Noctem upon my back, my gave suddenly turned wide. Staring at the hot piece of ass with her arms around my dear elder brother, my heart shuttered. For all the years that had passed, Richter had remained the same. Aside from the eyes, he looked almost like dad.

"So the ungrateful bastard has a woman. Would I be a dick if I sold her? That is a little much, but I kinda wanna." I muttered softly beneath my breath. "I mean, she has not been vetted by me yet."

Trailing after the young couple, my body shadowed the sidewalk in a way that not even some of the pedestrians would notice me following Richter.

"Did your people find out where Eroma is staying? He did go home with that woman at the bar, right?" My brother uttered foolishly on the street, making no effort to hide his words.

Lilith and I always have a passive filter of qi on our breath, so unless one actively listened with excellent comprehension, our words would be drowned by the clatter around us.

"Aside from moaning even with a soul scan, we got nothing but the wild night Eroma had with her. It seems he fucked her till her memory grew jumbled." The one called, Larisa cried, yet her reddened cheeks told a different story. This little enchantress learned a few things.

Clitting, his tongue Richter, frowned when suddenly he turned my way; Skimming his gaze over me and various others, my smile never left my lips as I continued my steps—wondering if the fool would recognize me.

I had changed a lot throughout the years, and the last time Richter saw me, I was not even sixteen... or was I? Shit, I cannot remember. Was it twelve? No, it has to be a bit older. You know what, who cares.

Turning back to his woman, I had plans for, my mind-melded into the darkness, as I suddenly sent over a message into my elder brother's head. "Big bro, how cruel. You do not even recognize me." I uttered without moving my lips, walking past him without hesitation.

"Arsene!" He howled as hundreds of Gods flashed to his side.

So, the last name 'sultan' on that girl has some weight. It seems Richter found himself a sugar mama. I need to speak to Eroma about him. that bastard was getting his dick wet instead of informing me of what transpired.

"It's good to see you. It's a shame it's under such dire circumstances. But I have a surprise for you, or should I say for Larisa Sultan. Such a cute woman. I have decided that for your sins against the crown, she is to pay the price."

"Arsene, you fucker, I will kill you! Larisa has nothing to do with this. It's between you and me!"

"Whatever you say, big bro. But since killing you would make mama and papa mad, I will settle for breaking your heart and soul. I will have you on your knees and have Larisa plowed by the entire city while you watch her get pregnant. I doubt the kid will survive, though. I have seen some massive people here. Her pussy is about to be a train wreck, lol. Hmm, it could be your anniversary present to me. Let me do this, bro. She may like it."

"ARSENE!" Richter bellowed.

Narrowing my gaze at the gods that flashed, I held a fearful mask upon my face—Sensing the power emitting from my brother I smiled as none of the gods took note of me.

Scanning my eyes over the sword shape emblem upon their clothing, I figured the Holy Swords were helping Larisa.

Sending one final glance back to Richter, heaving flames from his lungs, I chuckled, "See you soon, brother. And I am having a wedding. If Larisa lives past then, I expect to see you there supporting me."

Leaving the scene of the crime, I knew I needed to break into godhood before the wedding. To do so, I may need Yu Lan's help.

Its a bit disdainful, but I needed--

"Use your Authority to hide! Now!" Aegis howled as a horrendous angelic power fluttered the entire city.

Sensing something trying to invade my skin, I did not even wait as I dropped my guard, "Take over now!" I screamed inwardly.

It was not something I wanted, but I had no idea how to use my Authority.

Watching a set of silver wings spread wide, my heart began to burn at the pure grace of the entity who descended to smite this Lord.

Twisting me away, Aegis and I did a swift switch. Giving him semi-control, a feeling of absolute darkness coiled its way around me. Yet I did not in the least bit feel safe. No, Aegis was me, and I was him. We are bastards, and he was up to something.

Holding control over my mobility Aegis, played his part as a frightful man. But the Angel within the heavens with four wings remained, scanning the city with her chilling gaze.

"Lilith," I uttered, hoping her abyssal domain would last.