Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 242: Aodhan

"This boy is a monster!" I whispered to myself as I gaze upon the demonic-looking spear formed from the Dao of Darkness.

Feeling a chill down my soul, I watched as he alone was able to kill a heavenly-ranked demonic beast with ease. While his body was at the peak stage of Gate of Life, Ababbon did not use any type of vital qi.

I had taken quite a deep interest in this boy, who was so kind and humbled. He was honestly the perfect man I have ever seen. While his qi cultivation was small, his skill and battle prowess made up for it—especially his comprehension, which far exceeded mine. I had yet even to make a Dao seed, yet this boy has long since made his.

Watching the graceful movement as my disciples roared alongside Ababbon as they battled a squad of Yellow Stripped tiger bears. I could not help but be marveled by this boy. However, as I turned to my daughter, Sigurda, at my side, I could not help but be disappointed.

"Why not join them, my child. This would be a perfect opportunity to get a feel of your battle prowess."

Snorting, Sigurda raised her head high, "Please, I am Heavenly Realm, these monsters are nothing to me. Why should I lower myself to battle them?"

Sending Signrda a deep stare of that of a stranger, I snorted, "It would seem I have been far too lenient when disciplining you. They are nothing to you? Sigurda, your cultivation is high, but your battle prowess is pathetic. Look at Ababbon, fighting two major realms ahead of him. Can you do that?"

"Fat..."

"Its sect master, and when we arrive, I will make sure your mother takes excellent care of you. That entitled attitude will be the death of you or me one day." I viciously said as she trembled, "Bjorg had his entire family killed by Arsene due to our arrogance; I will not have that happen once more."

"Y-y-yes, Sect Master," she whispered as I sneered.

"If you dare mess with Ababbon, I will kill you. He is a part of the Vanir Clan, do not make me force my hand."

Snorting, I walked away, pulling out an elegant mirror, "???? ??? ????" I whispered in a deep tone as the mirror began to glimmer with life.

"Aodhan? Is something wrong?" Niamh, my wife, asked in a heartfelt manner.

Nodding my head, I turned to Abaddon and Sigurda battling together, "Yes, but it can wait. Did you find anything out on this Arsene Snow?"

Nodding her head, Niamh frowned, "I did; he is on a journey to join the Vanir Clan now. There is a massive bounty upon his head. And..."

Hearing a pause, I frowned as Niamh found it hard to speak. Looking at the tears within her eyes, my gaze began to narrow, "What?"

"It would seem Arsene was responsible for killing...For killing So'Val. There are hundreds of reports that he was the one who killed him."

(A/N: Someone who pretended to be a bandit. Arsene battled him for seven days.)

Opening my mouth wide, my qi began to pulsate off my body as thousands of birds and various animals began to quake in fear. Taking their leave in a hurry.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" I coldly shouted as my teeth gritted against one another, drawing blood from my gums.

"He killed your little brother. The new just reached our ears," she replied in a menacing tone.

"AGAIN!!! First my sect, now this!!! Contact the main branch..."

"It's no use," Niamh interrupted, "He is protected. The Vanirs are currently looking for him, and should he die; the Vanirs will wage war against us."

Tasting a metallic flavor against my throat, I clenched my eyes shut. So' Val was... He was one of us. How many years had he been by our side? He was the youngest out of all of us. His talent was not anything special, but his mind was different.

"I don't care, Niamh," I yelled, opening my eyes as a cold killing intent showered the air around me. "If the Main branch cannot help, then I will kill him myself. Summon the boys; I am sure this Arsene is still within the Forest of Melimiota."

"Aodhan, you need to calm!!!"

"NO!!! SUMMON THEM, NIAMH!!!" I yelled in anger severing the connection.

That bastard took my home, my resources, and one of my elder brothers. Wiping the tears streaming down my eyes, I turned around, opening my eyes towards a deep set of crimson!"

"It will not end well, Sect Master," Ababbon coldly uttered in a deep manner.

"You do not need to worry about me!" I commented as I was about to turn around when Ababbon sneered.

"No offense, then you're a fool!" he coldly hummed, snorting in derision, "You are only digging a hole for yourself and your family. Do you not understand all of Hallr is under his control? Do you not know that he has the Vanir Clan within the palm of his hands?"

Gulping down, a chill filled my heart as I scrunched my brow, "What are you talking about?" I asked, sensing something off about this boy. It was as if he was a completely different person.

The kindness he once displayed was slowly fading as I could see a seething hatred from him. Watching as his breathing grew ragged, he spoke in a vengeful tone, "All of Midgard is looking for that bastard. He is currently one of the most important men in Midgard. Arsene Snow, a member of Vaevictis, has created a new type of technology."

Waving his arm, I saw a longsword appear within his hands. Opening my eyes wide, I gasped as he snorted, "They are called Spiral Relics, and even the High King of Midgard wishes for them. His kingdom was even willing to pay five billion. Do you not understand what that means?"

Paling, I gulp as Ababbon lowered his head, "My apologies, but Arsene is a sore subject for me. I have been tracking him for a while."

"I still shall not give up!" I whispered, clenching my teeth as my mind flashed back to the city of ashen flames. I could still remember the screams of the unfortunate that gazed upon those flames. It did not matter the age; all perished as his laughter echoed out.

"I need revenge. Arsene needs to die!!"