Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

“K-k-kill me!” Gordon pleaded as his blade carved into his wife’s thigh, forcing her to release a cry as her fingers clenched, drawing blood. But not nearly as much that was spilling from her thigh, that fell into a bucket.

Sauce is life! What are we without a bit of sauce during a meal? Savages, I tell you. Even animals have sauce when they devour other animals. A dry meal is what insane people eat!

“I’ve had this flu for a while, so I thought to try making a few dishes for my future kids. I need to start preparing. So hear me out, Fried rice topped with a sunny side up egg that has smoked paprika, garlic salt, with some seasoned protein at the side. I’m trying various dishes, but after seven wives, I think I’ve mastered a few dishes. I still can’t believe you didn’t have children. How else am I supposed to make a stew without a Chibi? You had one job! One! What the Hell are you even having sex for? Even the fetus would work— Oh shit, would that be Caviar for me?”

Heart racing, I almost wished to slap myself as I had that thought, “I hate fish, but human Caviar! I’ve never thought of that! Jackpot!”

‘You’re sick! Gods! YOUR SICK!!!!” Gordon howled alongside his wife.

Tears of blood dripping from his cheeks, he eyed me with a look that made my stomach bubble with hunger. “Why are you tormenting us? Why are you—”

“I’ve no reason to explain myself,” I said, pointing down to the wife whose arms and legs were partly missing, ” this will be our last meal together, and honestly, I’m a little heartbroken I have to waste good meat. A shame, but just keep cutting.”

Noticing the hope in his eyes, I couldn’t be bothered to care as he continued to cut his wife till her thigh was no more, as where here howls.

“They say the first wife is always the best. Care to have a bite? It’ll be my treat.” I offered, watching the hollow look on Gordon’s face.

“Y-y-your a demon!” He stammered.

“And your rude, I offer you some of your wife, and you bark at me? Bad Gordan! BAD!!!”

Creating a whip of darkness, it slashed over his face popping his eye from the socket, consuming my chamber with Gordan’s howls. He scrambled, trying to reach for his missing eye that fell to the ground, but it turned to mush under my foot as he whimpered.

“Just kill me! Please! Please!” He begged in a harsh tone.

I tilted my head, “Kill you? Gods no. I won’t kill you. I’ll let you live, marry once more, and upon my return, you will offer me your wife and child as tribute.”

“NO! NO! PLEASE JUST KILL ME!!!”

” A slave can’t kill one of his guards.” I teased, having no idea what had come over me. Still, every time I tormented this insect, I felt my sadistic tendency emerge, which conflicted with my usual setup of being efficient.

I tapped his brow, imprinting him with my slave mark, and smiled, watching the look of despair race over him, ” good luck Gordan, and I hope you can find yourself a soul mate; they are the sweetest.”

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“Are you ready, Mr. Blackwater?” Valice Black inquired in an almost passive-aggressive manner. Almost like she could believe she had to wait for a slave to finish his meal.

I Studied her long black hair that fell well past her shoulder blades, stopping near the tip of her waste, alongside the almost regal aura she held. It was subtle, but I could tell she wasn’t a well verse in the imperial art. Her husband had kept her at bay. And it was something I was starting to notice. ．

All these significant figures’ wives were always separate from their business.

Valice was not the first to take an interest in me. There had been several, and most of them had this distance between their significant other regarding business. It was like they each had their own thing; they didn’t allow the other to be involved.

Based on Valice’s aura, I can say that she doesn’t get involved much with her husband’s empire. And since her husband is the Sovereign of Aether, the fact she doesn’t share his regal aura leaves me some wiggle room to get involved.

I detest being a slave, but Loki did an excellent job sending me here. I needed to meet the other Sovereigns to get them up to speed on Zantar and Balor’s plan.

Batting her lashes at me, waiting for a response, I nodded, ” I am ready. I appreciate you waiting.”

“Your quite brazen, aren’t you.” She said, ” Most slaves would not look me in the eye; some would even bow but not you. Do you wish for freedom?”

“Lady Valice, I could have escaped the moment I awoke. The only one who can stop me is a Paragon like yourself.” I revealed as her eyes widened, ” I’m here due to a prank that forced me to battle those I don’t wish to. Despite my weakened state, I could very much leave.”

“You’re quite honest.” She said as we walked towards the carriage just outside the stadium. “But I paid good money for you, and I expect you to repay it. I own sixty percent of this stadium and a few major slave houses.”

“So you’re in entertainment. Interesting. How’s your husband feel about it?’

“Doesn’t matter how he feels; I’m not his property. I can see you have ulterior motives regarding my husband that I can’t be bothered to care about, so how about we make a deal?” She said without missing a beat, as the carriage door opened wide, revealing her son, resting peacefully, with his eyes shut,” you train my son and win each battle, and I’ll allow you to do whatever you want.”

I eyed the dark-eyed woman whose features seemed too sublime to be hidden. “Fine, I’ll help, but your approaching a slave instead of your husband’s guards or teachers leads me to believe something is happening. Could there be trouble with the other consorts?”

Her silence spoke volumes as I left a seed in her mind, ” My wife killed all my concubines. She is quite adamant about not sharing.”

“And that doesn’t infuriate you?” She questioned softly, almost as if she were ashamed.

“If your husband loves you, all he can do is forgive. If not, then it wasn’t meant to be. After all, most powerful men would rather lose one thing instead of two. Why not put that to the test? You are, after all, his first wife.”