Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 209: Voice of Hell

Chapter 209: Voice of Hell

Loki God of Mischief," I whispered in a rather amusing tone, ' if your watching, I'm sure we can do business. If your anything like I think you are, I am sure you will enjoy turning this realm into chaos. Vaevictis is more than willing to do business together."

"What garbage are you saying?" Shana roared from my side as I didn't bother to acknowledge her. The Back lightning crackling around my body began to grow even stronger. I had over about 112, 423 souls within me right now, burning hot filling me with power. Even if ninety-eight percent of it were dormant due to Dragsonsbane, my power was still slowly rising.

Taking a deep breath, Folke suddenly bellowed to the heavens as my eyes narrowed, "Lend thy power Watcher of the Nine Realms, Heimdall."

"oh!" I hummed, feeling two divinities rising into the air.

"Brerson... you had awakened your divinity?" Trygve weakly said as his son shot in the most vicious stare fill with hate I had not seen before.

"Amazing, isn't it? it's a shame, though," I voiced out as Trygve grew even paler alongside a few others. " Quite a shame indeed. Two geniuses are going to die."

Opening his palm, I suddenly saw Brerson draw a two-dimensional circle; noticing the fire inscriptions, I didn't bother with it as my attention shifted to Heimdall. Watching as his rainbow-colored eyes began to glimmer, I had a rather uncomfortable feeling rise out from his divinity into my soul.

BOOM!

Shooting of the ground like a cannon, Folke spear stabbed towards me with a precision that was as graceful as my own. Swiftly sidestepping, feeling the air being split from his blade, I felt rather indifferent. Not truly impressed at what I was feeling versus reality.

Shaking my head, I sighed, "I have no equals within my realms... I cannot wait for the court of Nox to appear. Even if your divinity increases your battle prowess by three or five times, none of you can even battle a Gate of Death."

"HEL FIRE" Brerson bellowed in hate, "DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!!!!!!

Sending a glance at the air slowly beginning to churn, Folke leaped away as he viciously smiled, "there is no way to escape Hel Fire. Such a Circle...."

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Suddenly all the fire within the air beginning to gather vanished like smoke. Taking a deep breath, my eyes began to glimmer with a pure flame unknown to all creation for a brief second. While it was not at the level of my Darkness, I held a profound understanding of the FLames of Dao. To battle with flames against me was foolish.

With demonic eyes, I smiled, "I shall show you the power of the Fire Lord."

With black flame rising from my palm, my body simply faded like an illusion as I appeared before Brerson. Before he could ready himself, I smiled as my fist shot towards his face, akin to a bullet leaving its chamber. Unable to dodge or parry in time, Brerson rushed to push out as much qi as possible. However, a sudden voice echoed as his eyes grew wide.

"DODGE!!!" Trygve screamed in tears as a massive blast exploded out of my fist. Black flames suddenly consumed the entire area with their glory, decimating all life like a hollow sun as a wail of anguish filled my ears.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~"Brerson screamed as his entire body was consumed in flames. Watching as is slowly bean to burn and wither at the by the second, I laughed, sending Folke an indifferent glance.

Shaking in his boots as an intense heat assaulted everyone, I slowly began walking towards Folke; however, the reality was far different from what others would preserve as he quivered when an arm suddenly touched his shoulder to his horror.

Watching as my body that was walking faded, Folke robotically turned towards me, "p...p...Please don't."

Stabbing my arm through his chest, I gripped his still-beating heart as my flames began searing him from the inside. Hearing a squealing pig sound out, I removed my arm in a panic, covering my ears as the young man began rolling around the ground as my flames continue to burn his heart.

"Stop!!! Please just," Trygve wailed, charging at his son. Tears ran against his cheeks as my Blacken Flames died out in an instate due to his intense qi.

Staring at his now elderly chard son, I didn't bother to say anything but rather kicking the weapon brerson drop towards his father.

I did not need to do anything as my action explained it all for Trygve.

Gripping his body tightly, he cried, " I'm sorry, brerson. I... I failed you. Lord snow, please, I will do... I will do anything."

"Anything?" I whispered in a hollow tone. This entire play was not to kill Brerson but rather to take hold of his father. Brerson, in my mind, was only a kid, a fool not worthy of my time. I was the arrogant young master, not him nor anyone else.

With a determined grin, my eyes gleamed with a demonic glint as I squatted over his kneeling body cradling his scared son. Pushing my arm out, I stated my terms, feeling everything within the palm of my hands, " I only wish for one thing within your possession. Give it to me, and I shall walk away."

Trygve didn't even bother to think as he shook my hand," Take anything you wish, Lord Snow. Just leave my son alive."

with icy laughter, I nodded, "Deal."

Rising to my feet, I stared at everyone quivering before holding my head high; I spoke," As I stand here, I can't help but be remise informing you all regarding the new organization I represent. We will offer money, resources, assassination, basically anything, as long as you are willing to pay the price."

Feeling Zanris materialize behind me, I could feel the nine hells begin to resonate with my words as they flowed like honey, tempting the humans before me. "Whether it's entering the Realm of World, raising your talents to a divine level, we are willing to trade as long you are willing to give up something. Equivalent and exchange doesn't exist with us, for we work on an alternative revenue. However, a trade is still required. "

"And what is it you would require?" Drulan sharply asked as I could feel a divinity rising from his soul; however, it was completely overshadowed as I felt the Nines fill my soul,

"Does it matter? How many of you have raped, killed, and betrayed for personal power? I am offering the same thing. We could give you a bigger dick, allow your pussy to take dick. It doesn't matter the request. Anything is possible. As a representative of Vaevictis and primary contractor of these contracts, I promise to the heavens all that I have said is possible and more!"

"Prove it, you lonesome son of a bitch!!!!" Someone roared as he rushed towards Folke in a panic, clenching his shriveled body still burning. He was on his last leg as the man stuffed a crimson liquid down his throat. However, even after extinguishing my flames, Folke did not seem to respond to his treatment.

"IF YOU SAVE MY SON, I DON'T CARE THE PRICE!!!" the man roared as I frowned at his tone. However, my mask never broke as I opened my palm.

Hearing the cold mechanical voice of the Nines, I shook in fear as I nodded, "What is needed with be taken, within five hours."

Staring at my palm for a while, the entire room went silent as he shook my palm. Arching my lips, my eyes narrowed as all the wounds upon Folke vanished as if he wasn't there.

"Allfather!!!"

"Im-Impossible!!"

"What the Hel"