Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 528 - Star-Lord

It was all so easy, activating my domain held within my demonic bloodline; everything seemed to have changed. The flaws within that shadows strike were plain. It was like the shadow had wished for me to destroy his sword stroke.

Surrounded by this god's broken essence, the Spear of Noctem within my hands growled. Hungry for power, a whirlwind of suction captured the fleeting essence that hung in the air.

Devouring all that was that shadow, Noctem grew sharper and lean, developing a bit of a stunning silver over its edge, that glistering with the foreign power of extermination, a cool chill ran through the atmosphere.

Tracing my fingers over its edge, I could not be bothered to gaze upon the onlookers, as my transformation had not even started. These Myriad Gods were bastards, I had only intended to become a god, but they struck midway.

Returning to the Ring within my chest, bleeding a silver essence, the second drop of pure divinity ran into my dantian.

Merging into my body, cracks of bones sounded like a lullaby, playing its tone, my flesh throbbed at the slightest touch of the winds against my flesh. It was like fire and ice searing my skin, yet there was a sense of comfort plaguing this torment.

This feeling had almost entranced me. It was as if I was wrapped in a blanket crafted by the most delicate silk under the heavens. The pain of my bones and organs shifting was all but a fleeting dream before this heaven.

The beliefs of my acolytes, their hopes, their love were all that seemed to be in my head. The more they believed, the more I grew, the more they acted in my name, the more I would feel.

Letting the sweetest air out of my lungs, every second of my existence seemed to be different. It was all evolving, enhancing my outlook on life.

Releasing its third drop, I could not help but marvel at the following change; as my very Dantain began to grow translucent, it was not long before there was nothing there for me. I was the Dantain. I was the black hole that absorbed it all.

There was no more need to have an organ or core to hold Qi, much less refine it, for I would be it all from this point on, for my body was perfect. I was constantly adapting, now so would my divinity.

By the time, the fourth drop of essence. My body fell from the skies, plummeting through the atmosphere and onto Midgard like a comet.

Lost in this magical dream, I Ignored everything, including my internal and external changes, and listened to my subjects throughout my domain.

"In your name, my lord. I promise I shall hunt down Arne and run my arms through his skull. I will plant my seed in his wife and raise that bitch as my whore!" Orvar, an elvan huntsman with no home, shedding tears, holding onto the chard corpse of a child no more than a few months, cried.

Around him stood flames searing the land with its wrath. Wrapping his arms tighter around his son, he kissed its remains.

"Wrath," I muttered as a budding star lit up within the center of the Ring.

Moving on past such a tragedy, the sounds of a man carrying the name of Fritjof roared with joy, staring at his thirty wives, bearing a glint of pride.

"What more can a man wish for?" He shouted, slapping his chest. "Today will mark a special day. The day one of you will bear my firstborn."

Finding myself smiling, I spoke the Sins name, "Lust."

Moving from one Sin to the next, I could not help but marvel at how much a man sins throughout a single day. It was endless.

" Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath, and Sloth." I wholly mentioned, staring up at the skies, the night skies.

"The true battle starts now, Arsene." Baphomet flashing to my side, said, "A single sin or two is a struggle, but you used all of them like a fool. Will you be its slave, or will you rule over it?"

"I was fine up till now. What makes you think otherwise?" I replied, noticing Lilith drifting down from the heavens.

"You had only touched upon the Sin, but now is where the temptation really begins. You are at the very beginning Arsene, weak as an ant. Star-Lord is the same as the Realm of Blood." The beast king warned. Taking a seat next to me, he sighed. "You can see it all, can't you, the insanity, of Sin, the never-ending cycle of creation.

"Your lust will soon become insatiable, your wrath never-ending, and your envy... well, I guess you can see where I am going with this. I do not envy you, boy."

Chuckling at his empty words, Baphomet shook his head, "And there it is. Sloth. Silent as the calm lake and deadly as the depts it hides."

"All things come with a price; even if you do not see it now, it will appear," Lilith whispered, leaning over me; she touched my cheek. Melting into her hand, I leaned in, enjoying her warmth.

"There shall be no adapting, as the Sin is now you, and as you rise in power, you will become the Embodiment of Sin." Said Baphomet.

"Is that so bad? I can imagine it, turning the entirety of the Bed of Chaos into my hunting ground. Feasting upon whatever catches my eye. The joy of screams will be my new harmony that will never grow stale." I whispered out, growing a bit tired, as the fifth drop of silver essence ran through my veins.

Touching my lips with hers, Lilith smiled, "When you awake, you will be a full Star-Lord. So look on, and see, while you sleep. Watch as humanity falls further into Sin. It matters not if they worship you or not. A sin in your territory is a blessing to you."

"I-I am so sleepy... Wake me if I do not rise after a month." I weakly begged, having never felt so at home.. I closed my eyes, entering the embrace of Tenebrae.