Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 156: Take His Ass To Prison

Chapter 156: Take His Ass To Prison

"Governor Bo," Rave saluted with one arm as he held his wife within his other hand. A fearful light could be seen as Bo sneered.

"Did you think I was not aware of all that was going on? No one is going anywhere till my personal team investigates what has happened. You all have broken over a hundred laws."

Snorting, I arose, my body stained with my blood, "And where were you? How could you, the governor, not know that there was a demonic sorcerer within his city. I killed over ten of them a few days ago, but where the hell was you? Captain Vis sent us here to investigate, and we did so. You cannot blame us; it's only a matter of time before the truth comes to light."

Resisting the urge to vomit at my words Bo, sent me a cold gleam as I felt my heart begin to throb, but my gaze never broke, "I suggest you don't go too far." I lightly explain as Bo approached me, reaching out gripping my collar.

"Too far? Our city is in flames. Fuck going too far. Arrest each of them." Governor Bo shouted as I was quickly placed into chains and tossed like a common dog in a cell.

I was not really surprised; there were hundreds watching. There is only so much he could get away with. Nonetheless, I was concern regarding the undead horde a few weeks away. Torgeir had warned me about them, and I was not one to ignore such a warning.

Looking at the empty cell I was currently in I sighed, at the massive rats running around. I could even see its dropping and urine all over the sheets covering the bed with small pellets. Who would have thought I would be imprisoned for not eating people.

Sitting in the lotus position, I closed my eyes, entering a state of rest. With the four thousand souls filling my body with vital qi, I could feel my body cultivation growing more powerful. By the end of this month or even shorter, I will breakthrough for sure.

Meditating over the Dao of Darkness and Lightning for the remainder of the day, I slowly opened my eyes to a large handsome young man standing at the edge of my cell, watching me with an air of interest.

"So calm; I wish I could say the same for Lisa and Rave." Said the man with a cold smile as he tried to rattle me.

"I guess you're the interrogator. I honestly thought it would be a creepy man with a limp. Maybe a missing eye," I innocently said with a smile.

"Drop the act, boy; you're not fooling anyone. Take him to the interrogation room. "

Watching as two large guards dragged me into a cold dark dungeon with a single chair stained with fresh blood. Strapping me in, I chuckled, feeling indifferent over the entire situation. It was quite interesting being on the other side. I have never been strapped in before. So this is what my food felt like.

Gazing at my indifference, I could see the interrogator grit his teeth, " How long can you hold that indifference? Rave has..."

"said he was the leader following a hunch or something along those lines. You all have nothing. All of this is merely for intimidation. By now, Roald has already told you I am his protector, so you are trying to shift the blame on me, rave and Lisa." I elegantly said, eying the dark interior of this bloody dungeon filled with hundreds of devices for torture. The rotting scent of flesh and shit was all too present as I sat peacefully enjoying the annoyed face of my interrogator.

"Wrong, Roald has only told."

"So he is awake; that's all I need to know," I replied, cutting off the man slowly beginning to fume with rage. "Man, you are terrible at your job. Have you contemplated suicide yet? Believe me, if I sucked as much as you, this would be my first step. But judging by your looks, you could be a perfect gigolo. I heard they make pretty good money."

"Arsene..."

"Yes, I know. I will admit I have thought of being one before. But I was hesitant. Did I need to sell myself? Women can go to a bar and get hit all the time, not needing to do anything due to their looks. I think I could do the same but have a woman hit on me. I like those that take the initiative. I'm not an opener. "

"Stop!!!"

"You disagree? How so, think about it I..."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!" the young inspector screamed, slamming his fist against my armrest. Feeling the vibration, I tilted my head in confusion.

"Do you not want to be a gigolo? Believe me; it's better this way. And if you accept men, at least you will finally be using that other hole. Most cultivators don't even shit. So it should be clean. However, it's the dealer's choice at that point. Personally, I heard excellent things about it, I was against it at first, but I don't know... It could be interesting, but it depends on the woman... or man in your experience."

"By the Hel's, do you ever shut the hel up. Fuck, I'm done with him. Take his ass to prison. A transport is waiting... fucking hel, I hate this kid." He yelled, storming off in a puff of anger as the guards stared at me in amazement.

"I'm that good, boys. Pissing people off is my talent." I bragged, somehow not regretting pushing myself into a deeper hole. I could break out anytime I wanted, but I did not want to create a scene. I needed to wait at least a few weeks before the horde attacks so no information regarding me would leak out.

CLanking a large piece of metal around my neck, legs, and wrist, I was quickly brought into a carriage filled with hundreds of Degenerates. Honestly, they wore nothing more than rags holding dishevels looks. It took everything I had not to vomit as I could see shit stans at the back of their rags.

"Fresh meat, Fresh meat, boys."

"DAMN, I call First. I got first bitches! His ass is mine."

"I call shotgun last. I like to put my shit in the jelly. What yall know about that? Shit feels good than a motherfucker. He young too; damn, I bet he tighter than a horse's ass. "

"Bro, that's nasty? But I feel you. What's your name, fine ass motherfucker. I ain't gay, but I might be looking at your fine ass tonight. You see, I'm an empath. I like to make love to my bitches. I'll make you feel safe all night long. "

"Agreed, ima have some nice dreams tonight. I wish I had some peanut butter and jelly. I'll show you a real good time. "

"Wow," I voiced, feeling totally blown away. "What the hell is the peanut butter and jelly for?"

"QUITE DOWN!!!" a large brawny guard roared, slamming his sheath against the cage. "Damn animals. Fuck, all of you are disgusting."

This may have been a mistake. I knew prison was bad, but I didn't think it would be like this in the..."Wait, where are we going. Is this place within the city? or are we heading somewhere else."

"We are heading on a boat. It should be there once we arrive in a few hours. The prison is called Butcher's Cove Prison, a few kilometers of this city." Said a small-looking man to my side as he eyed me up and down with interest.

"Ummm, this is just getting better and better. Arsene, why can't you shut the fuck up. All you had to do was not annoy him, and you would have been free." I muttered to myself, "Oh well, I'm sure Roald will send word to Vis, but in the meantime. Let's see how bad this place can be. I might even make 'sushi.'