Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 210: The Stranger and The Mask

With the chill of hell still present, a powerful uproar could be heard from the crowd of mortals before me. It didn't matter who it was; everyone was shocked and bewildered at what happened. However, Zanris and I were not truly that impressed as we could feel The Hell's power still present. No one, however, could feel its majesty. Bowing, we showed our respect.

"As I said, nothing is impossible. Have a cripple son; we can cure it. Have a broken man? We shall make him whole once more. However, be ready to pay! Nothing in life is ever free or fair."

Twisting my body, a burst of cold laughter rang from my lips as I left without a care. Trygve was now under my control. Whatever he sees, I will see. Once I arrive home, I will have him bring me his only son to be assimilated.

Feeling the icy winds against my eyes, I removed my mask, enjoying the feeling of freedom before proceeding to my carriage, "Zanris, go get Silvia."

Taking a seat, I slouched, releasing a deep breath of air. When I suddenly saw a shadowy flicker appear in front. No words were spoken as I chose to remain quiet before communicating with Zanris to have Silvia ride with her outside.

Observing at the stranger with a piercing glint, I simply remain quite eyeing the seductive body of the woman in front of me. She had long icy blue hair, sharp golden eyes, and a hint of crimson deep within her pupils. There was an almost chilling intent within the air as I suddenly felt it crawling its way towards my soul.

However, Mother was ever there protecting her child, swallowing the chilling intent trying to invade my soul. Releasing a rather cynical smile, I didn't bother to speak as this was my carriage, and she was the intruder.

"Will you not bow?" SHe asked as I arched my brow in disbelief

"... Will you not prostrate yourself before me and let me have a ride?" I rebutted in a condescending tone as frost began to flow through the carriage.

"Do not play with me, Arsene Snow."The stranger angrily voiced as I slowly lost my smile.

"Attack and Die," I viciously said as I could feel both Lilith and Ezra qi begins to flow all across Midgard. Time began to twist bend as I felt Lilith intent crawling towards the stranger. A suffocating aura that turned air dark flowed from the void as the woman's eyes went wide with fear.

"Is it war you seek? Because I am sure to win." I voiced aloud, closing my eyes as her breath began to grow ragged. "But I am sure you are not here to cause trouble."

Gritting her teeth in humiliation, the stranger lowered her head, "I... I am from the Vanir Clan, sent here to check on Silvia and you."

Opening my eyes, a crimson glow appeared as I stared at the now submissive behavior of the stranger. Feeling an innate disgust, I almost spat in revulsion at the change, "And what is it you wish?"

"The Spiral Relics, the Dwarves don't have it, and you are not wearing a ring or bracelet."

Blowing a breath out the window, I snorted, "Guess your mission was to steal it. How vulgar, but I am sure we can come to an arrangement." I voiced, handing the recommendation Lord Torgeir handed me.

Taking the letter, her eyes went wide as she tore the letter open, reading its contents.

"Is this not even more reason for you to hand over the spiral technology?" She replied with a pause, "if you wish to be one of us, this..."

"I think they might have sent the wrong person." I coldly stated, "This is an opportunity, you fool. Not just for me but you and your clan."

Clenching her teeth, I sighed, "I hate doing business with cultivators. High cultivation doesn't make you a businessman. Whatever, let me explain it to you, little lady."

"I am far older than you," She angrily yelled, clenching her fist while also losing her mysterious aura. Reviling something I had seen all too much. Yet another pretentious bitch. God, this is annoying.

"If you say so," I curtly informed, "Well, since I wish to join your clan, this means that we will have an exclusive partnership. If that doesn't make sense, how about this. I can make an infinite supply so the Vanir Clan can sell around Midgard and the other Eight Realms or whatever you all have."

Opening her eyes wide, I rolled mine, "Yes, it sounds amazing, or I can take this deal to the Aesir clan or whomever. I have many options; I went to the Vanir's because of my relationship with Silvia and Lord Torgeir. However, you are... you are making things quite difficult for me."

Opening her mouth wide, I relaxed back into my chair, "I don't know why they sent you, but I would recommend next time they send someone with... experience. It's quite embarrassing having to explain this. Were it not for Lord Torgeir, I would be out. Is your clan not known for its wealth and fertility? This is ridiculous. "

Shooting me a piercing stare, the woman arose, "Fine."

Vanishing from my sight, I frowned, "She was quite arrogant and rather stupid. It's like she had no plan other than to strong-arm me. Was she dropped on the head as a child?"

Snorting, I closed my eyes as the carriage continued on. Resting my body and mind, we quickly arrived at Orion's courtyard as he sat waiting for me on one knee.

"Master, Welcome Back."

"hmmm," I responded, "Did you find another target?"

"Yes, my lord, I did everything you asked," Orion answered in a hollow tone. " I have with me the remains, my lord."

"Good, have some of the cooks prepare it tomorrow morning; I want sausage and bread. They are under my control. Also, Trygve is coming. Once he arrives, send him to me. We can finally start taking over your clan's elder and soon the patriarch." I coldly said, "We will start with the librarian."

"By your will, my lord, also I have arranged for another set of high-class figureheads to..."

Pausing both Orion and I went cold as I felt the presence of twelve pulsing with the vital qi of the Gate of Death outside his courtyard. However, it was quite subtle, but I could feel the aura of divinity and qi in the air, causing me to send a deep glance towards Silvia and Zanris.

Nodding her head lightly, Zanris smiled," Worry not, Master, Zanris shall protect her."

"I know you will," I responded, stepping out with Orion by my side.

Opening the sliding, door my mind began to chill as I saw twelve individuals clad in black robes staring be down behind a mask of white. Various inscriptions could be seen; however, there was something rather off-putting about them as the leader, a rather skinny man, stepped out with golden markings around his black robes.

"Orion Olaf, by Order of Heimdall, you and the Olaf family are to stand down as we apprehend Arsene and Yura Snow." He voiced in a chilling tone, "We have already sent a squad to apprehend your wife in case Arsene or Yura is using them as hostages."

First Florke now them, it seems like they used that foolish boy to gather information about me. However, do they truly believe it was that easy? I am no slouch when it comes to killing or politics.

"So you are not an assassination cult, but why is Heimdall so interested in me? Or is it that you fear me because he cannot see me?" I questioned as I gazed into the glimmering mask of my enemies.

Summoning Dragonsbane, my smile slowly grew. Chilling winds of Midgard blew across my cheek, while dark clouds could be seen smoldering Hallr with its snow, falling as I suddenly looked towards the heavens.

Narrowing my gaze, I held a rather cold smirk as I spoke, "A Mid Gath of Truth, and he actually seems like a powerful adversary, but do you believe this is enough?"

"Not even you, Arsene Snow, is powerful enough to battle us. You are completely surrounded, and without the assistance of the Olaf Clan, your death is but assured, surrender." The Leader, a peak Gate of Death, shouted in a commanding tone.