Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 431: Talos, Master of Death - Bastard

Chapter 431: Talos, Master of Death - Bastard

"He is dead, dead!" I uttered, feeling the winds of death flowing from my lips.

When was the last time I was this angry? Out of everyone, that damn fucker actually fucked with my disciple? She was like my damn daughter!

"We need to come up with a plan," Aiza, that cold-hearted bitch uttered, turning to Vulron screaming into his phone.

"A plan? Were you not a part of Nox, I would have killed you." I viciously spat, turning to Selna, "Send me to her side. Out of everyone here, only you have passed into the realm of Perfection in the Dao of Space."

"Talos, we need to be calm about this. We are all worried about them, but it's Arsene," Aeron shouted sharply.

He, of course, was right, but while I cared about the bed of Chaos, I cared more about my disciple. No matter how cold I may be, I raised that girl. Taught her how to fight, speak correctly, and be a queen amongst the rabble. She is special, and I will not deal with Arsene Fucking Snow.

"He won't listen, Aeron." Zelos kindly spoke, shaking his head, "Just make sure they are safe and don't do anything."

Nodding towards him, I stared intensely at Zelos, who had given so much. Even for me, it was a bit heartless, but I needed to save Cleo. She has no experience with this sort of thing.

"See that the others are not abused by the devil, K." Selna uttered mournfully with tears, tapping my forehead as I felt the entire realm vanish from my sight.

Blinking my eyes, I suddenly appeared in a land surrounded by Azure Essense. Feeling a chill down my heart, I made sure no type of qi entered me or left my body. What in the hell is going on?

"You came? We thought that maybe it would be Aeron since he has a deep relationship with Arsene." The one called Yura stated, staring at me with intrigue, "Such a marvelous transportation, are you past the realm of Perfection and into Replicant."

Tracing my gaze onto Cleo, dancing with a smile, my heart began to thump as I was about to rush to her.

"Relax." Yura insisted, placing her hands upon my shoulder, bringing me to a halt, "Let her have her fun. It's nothing bad, she will be a little embarrassed, but she will definitely be happy to finally unwind."

"She is surrounded by men in this sex-infested hell. Not to mention this damn Azure Essense."

"I honestly did not think you would be so panicked. It seems cold on the outside and soft on the inside is totally you. " She muttered with a jeering smile, staring at Cleo, having the time of her life.

"DRINK DRINK DRINK, DRINK!!!!" a crowd of people suddenly shouted as I abruptly shifted my attention to a small little girl chugging a massive tanker of ale.

"Damn it, Arkanos!" Yura shouted, stomping her foot. "I said a glass, not a tanker."

Ignoring the child, I approached Cleo, who seemed so different than what I could remember. She was not calm or poised, like I trained her to be, but instead open and wild. Her guard was gone, and she had a smile I had never seen before coved in sweat that made her appear even more bewitching than I ever thought she would be.

"Master?" She called, turning to me with a loving smile, "MASTER!!!!"

Leaping into my arm, she giggled like a small child, "I missed you! Come dance with me!"

"Cleo? Are you Ok?"

"hmm, your hands feel so soft! OMG! You like that word? Arsene taught me about it. It means Oh my God. It's such a quick way of speaking." She hastily announced, snuggling into my clothing.

I am going to kill that bastard. He actually dared to drug my daughter? However, I will let her have this one. Just this one. Experience is what makes a man or woman. When she is sober again, I will ask if this is for her.

"You girl," I darkly shouted, pushing Cleo away, who did not seem to mind, catching the attention of Yura, "Protect her, or you die."

"But of course. Cleo is my girl! So sexy too, I may even nab her before Sene does." She uttered, causing me to be reminded of Selna when she is drunk. God, why are women so crazy?

Handing Cleo off to Yura, I scanned the entire of this resort, with my eyes allowing them to fall just on the particular bastard on the balcony.

"You their, peon! Have you gotten the report I asked for? It's been exactly three hours! Are those at Paradise so incompetent? I swear, are you a failed aborted child or what? Damn, I asked for one thing! You useless sack of shit."

Standing across from Arsene. I saw someone that appeared to be from security in all white. He had long dark azure fur and wolf-like eyes.

"Sir,' the Wolfman strainly said, "I am not responsible for that."

"So you are retarded as well? I asked you, Saleh! Is it so hard to ask someone for the report and inform me? Incompetence, at its highest. My god, I swear your mother properly killed herself because of you. That is it, isn't it?" He uttered with a devilish smile that had the hairs upon my neck rise.

Saleh shivered, and my eyes grew dark as I saw blood trickle from his palms.

What the hell? Is that a power?

"Sir.--"

"Just fuck off and get me the damn letter. I swear you are as useless as a whore with no legs and arms. Then again, at least there are still a few holes you can fuck. You, on the other hand, are even more useless."

Spitting on his shoes, Arsene turned away, tracing his eyes over me. He shrugged, walking off with a confident smile.

Saleh, however, was still shivering. Biting his lips, he looked down, "Mother," he whispered somberly under the beating of music. "I need a drink... Or I'm going to kill that bastard."

"And that's how it's done," Arsene suddenly exclaimed, appearing by my side without anyone, myself included, none the wiser. "And as he drinks, the Head of Security of this place will soon be useless. While everyone is under someone's thrall, they still have emotions and bodily function. The master of this place will soon be without eyes and ears, at least in the resort a small fraction of this city. Clever, don't you think?"

Snorting at the arrogance, I immediately fired off a ruthless punch into Arsene's right eye, blasting him off his feet, "That's for my Cleo, you damn bastard."