Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 185: Search for the Killer

Chapter 185: Search for the Killer

"Genocide"

Curling my lips, I tasted hers feeling an evil aura rising from her eyes and lips. The look of indifference regarding death, the almost cruel light, all seemed to enchant her magnificence.

"So, how will you do it? I didn't enslave Silvia because there may be some type of relic that could stop soul attacks. It was a risk I didn't wish to take."

"I know," Lilith coldly replied, "But I am a world God when I release my seal. Getting around that type of seal with be trivial. No god has taken her yet, so I have a chance to turn her without her knowing, but that's beside the point. You have a job to complete, don't you?"

Nodding with understanding, Lilith smiled as she handed me a roll of documents, "this is a list of all the major families, and those have a connection with the middle region of Midgard and its Center. This should help, and you still need to find the Nines Street Killer."

"Huh? I'm still on that?"

"Of course, just use it as an excuse. To screw some people over. We need as many demons as possible. When I return today, I will hand you a technique that allows demons to give souls to their master."

Licking my lips, I nodded, turning around to take my leave before stopping, "... Do you not know who the killer is?"

"Huh? why would I know?" Lilith questioned with an innocent look causing me to frown before shrugging. Was it denial or... In truth, it was the same with... why can't I remember her name? In fact, even her face is fading from my mind palace. What the hell is happening.

"Sene?"

"Oh, it's nothing, see you tonight, wifey, and I'm taking Andor as my new partner," I replied, leaving with a particular gleam within my eyes. How did Lilith kill her?

Stepping out of her office with a vicious stare, I stared daggers into Andor. "...I'm your new partner," I venomously stated, watching cold air begin to cloud Andors face.

Snorting, "Horse shit, I do not accept such..."

"For once we agree, a cold bastard like you is the last type of person I wish to interact with." I Voiced, turning to Roald, sitting idly down, "How is Lisa?"

"She...she simply stares at the snow from her mansion," Roald whispered in a low tone.

Mansion? Now that is interesting. It seems her background is rather peculiar. I always thought she was some normal girl. It seems I was wrong. Nodding my head, I fixed my clothing, trying to relax before taking my leave. However, the sounds of steps slowly began to follow behind as I stared at Roald and Andor behind me.

Smiling inwardly, I snorted, "Why are you following me? Roald has his reasons, but you? I would..."

"If the captain commands it, you nor I have no authority to say otherwise." He spat in disgust, sending a cold glare towards Vis's office.

Gritting my teeth, I released a deep breath, "FINE!"

Picking up the pace, a new party was suddenly formed. Roald was quite useless, but his family is another story. Especially his mother. Once I have her within my clutches, the Jarl with be nothing more than my new puppet.

From the word of most people, this Jarl of Hallr was downright retarded, but he was still a jarl which made no sense to me. There were three possibilities. One, he is already someone's puppet. Two, his family is that powerful, and finally, the most problematic one is that he is hiding his intelligence behind this stupidity.

"What are you planning?" Andor asked with a cold hue, "Form your step; you seem to already have a place to go."

Sending the man a side glance, I nodded, "Yes, the Captain gave me a list of high-class families around the city at my request."

"At your request? Hmm, assuming you are the killer. Why would you need a list of potential families?" He asked aloud as I paused in annoyance.

"Andor, if we are going to make this work, you had best hold your tongue. Stop fucking with me or else." I viciously said as killing intent ran off my body as I approached Andor.

Stepping in between us, Roald held out his arms, holding Andor and me back, "Enough, both of you. Arsene stop falling into his trap. And Andor, stop being annoying. If you have no proof, stop making up theories." He yelled, causing many to turn to us.

With a meticulous flash, Andor backed away, raising his arms high up, causing me to smile inwardly. This was just what I wanted. Andor will continue to investigate me, and I will most definitely help, but I needed him not to repeat his wild theories. Enough rumors about me have spread.

"Our first stop is Nines Street. This seems to be the place the killer seems to drop part of his victims most. Andor, I'm sure you have been there multiple times. Care to lead us." Roald commanded, taking the lead, seeing we would not cooperate with each other so easily.

Sending Roald a rather disdainful sneer, he shrugged, "Fine, but watch out for him. I will not be surprised if he hasn't already screwed you over."

"One, two, three," I repeated over and over to calm my emotions. Honestly, I was rather surprised by my acting. It's a little fun to be shameless.

Following Andor, a comfortable feeling of bliss began to chill my bones as we arrived at one of my dumping sites closed off to the public. I never liked eating hands and feet, and the only edible part of the head is the brain, which I save for those with special blood types. It was a rich treat only to be had with a perfect setting.

Even in my past life, I only ate the brains of those with AB negative or those with a rare genetic mutation. At most, I only had about five people whose heads had the honor of appearing upon my table.

Taking a whiff, I began my analysis of the area, "How did you find the body parts. Was it dropped? How did it smell? Tell me everything." I commanded as Andor sent me a chilling glance but still decided to play along.

"It was dropped at an angle from the west-east. Unless someone moved it before we arrived, we could assume you dropped it from the roof of some building as you passed by."

"Enough! Andor! Play along, or I will personally speak with my family to remove you from this team." Roald viciously spat as Andor grew ashen growling in annoyance, remembering who this young man was.

Curling my lips up, I shot the man a slight smirk of contempt as he gritted his teeth. "Well, if that's the case. From what I gathered, most of his victims were found within the Northern District. Shall we start interviewing various members of the high class?"