Monarch Of Darkness, Arsene Chapter 147
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"What the hell...What in the actual hell is going on?" I yelled, gazing at the massive orgy of man and beast. Vomiting my stomach's content from the force teleportation, I arose, kicking some male whore that was licking my toes.
A depraved, almost insane light shone from his eyes as he suddenly lunged at me with hunger, akin to a wild lion. Sidestepping, my arm flashed as spear light flickered, sending his head high over the crimson moon above, causing blood like rain to fall over this sinful world.
"Who the hell saved me...No, why did Baphomet say I was his apostle..." Clenching my chest, I suddenly fell to my knees as my armor vanished from my body. Gazing at the pentagram on my chest, I could feel a powerful force rushing inside of me as I gritted my teeth.
"Bael...What is this?" I asked, hoping I didn't need to enter the halls of Blood just to hear an answer.
"I will tell you, only if you kill everyone here." He coldly said, causing a chill to fill my mind. This mark had only appeared once I killed someone. Was this a trap, or does he just need souls?
"You have ten seconds." He said, releasing a burst of deranged laughter watching me squirm. A ruthless gleam flashed through my eyes as I made up my mind. I needed to kill to get stronger, and I am now branded, and I could not do anything about it at this moment.
Akin to a bolt of lightning, I blasted my way through the orgy, slaughtering over a hundred men and women. Nevertheless, despite my slaughter and the various organs of man and beast raining over the forest, they did not seem to mind as they kept on fucking till their death. Even when I plunged my arm through someone's heart, their hips never stopped till the light faded from his eyes.
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"What the hell did Bahamut do?" I asked, looking around at the hundreds of bodies that filled the snowy field. The metallic scent of blood quickly filled my nose as I faded into the darkness.
"That looks to be the Work of Baphomet. He has blessed you with his mark. It cannot harm you, but rather it grants you one of his special abilities. As of which one it is, you will have to test it out, but the Mark of Baphomet cannot in any way hurt you. It could mind **** you, but that's about it." Bael said as I paused, trembling in anger.
"...so you were just trolling me," I asked as he burst into laughter. "Son of a bitch."
Noticing the souls, I killed still within me. I rolled my eyes. Hurrying back to Lisa and the others. The crimson moon had all but faded as I returned to the carriage. Looking at their sleeping faces, I sighed, knowing all this was Baphomet's plan.
He seemed like a complete brute, but that man was meticulous. Whomever that person was, he must have been stronger or at least the same level as Baphomet. Taking a deep breath, a ruthless gleam shone from my eyes.
"Sloth...I have been far too relaxed recently." Looking down at my recent toy, I scoffed, "Looks like our game will have to end soon."
Drawing Dragonsbane, I left for the remainder of the night. Similar to a night stalker, I roamed the eerie night staining the forest in crimson. It didn't matter whether they were innocent or bandits. Everything I saw had the honor of witnessing Dragonsbane.
There was no joy, for this was not for my pleasure. I needed to start growing, and I needed to do it now. Pushing the demonic mantra to its limit, my eyes glimmered with crimson light in the midnight glow.
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Moving like the wind and thunder, I covered hundreds of kilometers before the sun was slowly beginning to rise. Looking down at my bloodied armor, black flames arose, disintegrating the various dirt as I followed the sent of the only humans in the area.
Within a matter of moments, I returned to Lisa and the others as they slowly arose. Turning their gazes to me, I ignored them all before sitting in the lotus position. Pushing my Soulforce out, I entered a state of enlightenment regarding the many Dao's I studied.
Days and weeks began to pass as I followed my same behavior. I had long surpassed the thousand mark reaching almost two thousand, and my body had finally stopped oozing black impurities, but I could still feel my body changing.
"We are here." Lisa suddenly shouted with a happy smile, "Thank the stars. I'm tired of sleeping in this damn carriage."
Pushing my body up, I sent a glance towards everyone before leaping off the carriage. "You all go ahead but do not speak a word that I am with you. I can find information faster by myself."
"Are you sure?" Rave questioned with a hesitant expression, "While this city is small compared to Hallr, it's still pretty big."
With a kind smile benight my mask, I turned away, waving my arm, "I'll see you later." I said, vanishing in the snowy plane. They did not need to witness the mess I was going to make.
The Laws a Devil needed to follow were quite simple. As long as you pulled the trigger, you would receive all the souls. With a vicious expression, I eyed the little city basking in morning light with a cold smile.
Finding a secluded area. I sat down, waiting for night to descend. Feeling the cool sensation of snow against my skin, I slowly became lost before I felt Mother calling my name.
Pushing the snow off my body, I gazed up at the moon before blending with the Darkness. Moving like a bolt of lightning, I shot high over the heavily guarded gates without being caught. With the winds benight my feet, I glided onto a rooftop, looking down at everyone.
So this is the City of Sarem...What the hell is going on? There is a heavy essence of Qi in the air. I can sense multiple people that use Qi of heaven and earth. But none are at the level of Saint or higher. So it's a city of sorcerors how quaint.
Blending into the shadows, I shot towards the weakest qi signature. Marking him or her as my first target. I didn't really have much information to go on, but I bet the murder that happened recently was due to a sorcerer. The dossier I was given only had the brutal scene, nothing more for me to go off on.
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