Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

I had never really thought of Yura as someone that held authority. She was more a mischievous cat that did anything she wanted. An uncontrollable little minx, if you will.

Sitting in the carriage, Yura had a curious gleam as she played with her hair with her fingers sending me odd glances every now and again, "Are you not sad 'she' is dead?" she questioned with a dark gleam.

"Not really. Why do you ask?" I replied, knowing she was talking about Isaella.

"Well, there are rumors regarding you two. I assume that is why Selma tried to frame you?" Yura quickly explained as she awaited my response. Her eyes never blinking once. There was a trace of insanity that confused me, but...

"Umm, I'm not really sad. It's not like I knew the Queen really well. I met her twice." I carelessly stated, why should I feel bad? It's not like I wanted to have a relationship with Isaella.

Humming with disbelief or maybe relief, Yura nodded as she turned her head towards the shadows, masking her expression from my curious eyes. It would seem like she knew something. With a light chuckle, I suddenly asked, "Do you know how to get off this Island?"

"There are about five portals. One is held by Oswin, although that idiot has no idea how to use it." Yura sharply responded with disdain. "Leaving by boat is asking for death. It would take hundreds of years just to reach the nearest continent. And the monsters there are all stronger than Heavenly Transformation cultivators."

"I can get it for you, but I am sure Bael already has plans for you. That bastard is..."

"I thought you didn't know of Bael?" I suddenly inquired with a smile that didn't reach my ears. Yura quickly paled as she realized her mistake.

Smirking, I laughed, "It's fine. I already knew you were hiding something. Although I am more interested in that Blood Knight, named Ezra."

At this point, I could practically feel the killing intent oozing around Yura like lava as she quivered in anger, to my surprise. With a crimson hue from her Amythse eyes, Yura grunted, scowling at me, "Why do you ask...Do you also want to have a run at her, too, like Isaella?"

"No, no, no," I hurried to explain as I felt a cold blade against the nape of my neck. "I was just curious about your relationship. You two seem like you knew each other for years."

"We know each other because we battled one another for years. Although I may be stuck here, Father would have me attend parties every now and again. We met a few times, and our rivalry started just like that."

"Sister-in-Law has so many secrets." An obnoxious voice suddenly sounded as a pair of arms wrapped around my neck. "But you know, most rivals of enchanting women like you tend to be just a sexy. Care to introduce me?"

God, have I done something to deserve this? Looking at my Uncle, I grieved, "Eroma, why are you here?" I asked, sending the ruby red Yura an odd glance.

"I am here to tell you your class will be heading to Demo to attack Fort Gravem." Eroma explained, handing an envelope, "Here is a detail report of who will all be there."

"You would not come to me if it was only that?" I coldly responded as Eroma suddenly looked at Yura with hesitation.

"Ummm, I guess it's fine. She is my Sister-In-Law." He muttered under his breath as Yura seemed to have zoned out as a little bit of drool slipped down her chin. "Riverdale will be there, be careful. It seems the Phenix Sect has also taken an interest in you."

"Oh them, it's fine. I don't really have plans to participate that much in this war. I have other matters at hand."

Eroma seemed to frown, shaking his head in disappointment, "Arsene, if that is your mentality, then they will kill you. There is a massive difference between a Sect and a Kingdom. Kingdoms must abide by an order to maintain a sense of security for their people, but Sects are different there rules tend to follow whoever is the strongest."

"While you were gone, some dared to attack Grey, and It did not end well. You may not know, but that demon rained so much blood of their sect that the Sect Master had to intervene. Grey by himself battled for seven days before the Phenix Sect Master retreated from his own sect."

Hearing his words, my eyes seem to gleam by themselves with a sinister hue as the carriage stopped just as Eroma gave a profound smile, "no one aside from your father and me knows what happened, but Yu Fan is a smart man. He will realize you have been kicked out of the House of Snow."

Watching as Eroma faded away like a ghost, Yura arose, her body pulsing with an amethyst light that radiated a savage Aura that sent a primordial fear down my spine.

Standing shoulder to shoulder, I stepped out of my carriage with a sinister bloodlust that only grew within the Depts of Drar'ethiuls realm. With each breath I took, I could feel my mind growing colder as five young men around the early stages of the Earth realm had the honor of witnessing their future Lord.

"Give us the Nexus Armor, Snow," A young man with long golden locks and azure blue eyes yelled with an overbearing roar.

"You will be an enemy of Pendragon should they die," Yura whispered with an indifferent murmur.

"And should that happens, the Asterion Economy will crash so much. Most of Asterion citizens will die or will leave for another kingdom." I cruelly whispered, imagining the flames of death that I prepared to swallow Pendragon whole. My goal was Ashna; innocent death's never mattered to me. I had tons of contingency to ensure my survival. The game has started. Should Oswin abandon me, nothing would change.

Yura seemed surprised for a second, but it faded as a mischievous smile appeared, "You will make a fine, Demon Lord one day."

"Give us the Nexus Armor, Snow!!!" the Golden-headed disciple repeated with ferocity. His body pulsing with golden flames with each breath he took.

With a look of scorn, I laughed. While most of the knowledge I gain from Flama had vanished, I had learned a few things regarding the Dao of Flame. And those flames were nothing short of horse shit.

"Vance, I will handle this," Another Disciple yelled as he appeared before me in a flash of golden light. His fist burning in a golden hue of flames as he struck towards my face.

BOOOOM!!!!

Humans are such interesting fools. Gazing as the smoke cleared, I watched as the little disciple shivered like an abused woman. Clenching his fist, I smiled, "You have not even opened the Gate of Fire. Moreover, you are a mere human with a flame that isn't capable of burning a coked-up whore" I wickedly voiced, ripping his arm from his socket.

A guiser of crimson rain gushed over the pavement as a roar of despair filled my ears, "MY ARM!!" MY ARM AHH HAHA MAMA MAMA MAMA!!!" he begged as he clenched his bloodied shoulder.

Bellowing in cruel laughter that cracked like a demon's I heard within the Depts of Drar'ethiuls realm. I shoved his own arm through the young disciple's skull. Chunks of brain matter painted the floor as I stepped over the lifeless disciple's body, drawing Dragonsbane from the Ring of Bael.

Vance grew pale, yet it seemed his arrogance won over reality as he roared, "The Phoenix Sect will destroy you."

Not bothering to speak, I rushed towards Vance twirling my spear as he tried to defend against me. At the same time, Yura took care of those around me. However, unlike the others, Vance was far stronger, although not nearly enough.

Blood quickly trailed over the ground as Dragonsbane stabbed into Vance's shoulder, severing his collar bone in one swift arch of Dragonsbane. Tears quickly began to rise as he clenched his bloodied shoulder. Bitting his lips as blood cascaded down his elegant Phoenix robes.

"ARSENE SNOW," Vance bellowed as he took out an oddly familiar pill.