Monarch Of Darkness, Arsene Chapter 277
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Appearing in a mist of darkness bearing down from the skies of Midgard to the city known by man as the hope of humanity, I turned towards the reaper. Watching with awe as the flames of war from below glimmered off her ashen hair.
"Arsene... Are you sure of this?" She asked with a shadow of excitement hidden behind her indifference.
"No, but who is ever ready for chaos? Who is ever ready for war?" I whispered towards the air as the city sounded on all sides. Hearing the screams of war, feel the icy winds of death, I grinned. "But we have a dinner to get to tomorrow, so let's make this quick."
Taking a deep breath, I clenched the air as ashen flames began to spread from my body. Slowly beginning to twist around my body. Pulling out all of the Saintly Qi from my body, a large Ashen Sun was birth within the skies of Midgard. Adding my very life force into the mix, the Ashen flames began to grow even stronger.
"Ty, shall we?" I whisper aloud as I fell like an angel banished from the heavens. Picking up speed, my body tore through the sound barrier creating echoes throughout Midgard. When all of a sudden, my ashen flames began to warp, twisting as large wings the size of mountains expanded out, darkening the skies with its majesty. A Dragonic head with a sinister black horn soon appeared thereafter, bellowing with Dragonic might. In a matter of seconds, a radiant light filled the dragon's eyes. A gleam of inelegance pulsing out as a roar that dimmed the stars echoed.
Tearing through the air, the Flames of Hellfire and Typhoeus enforced my body, shattering the seven pillars of diving protection that appeared protecting this city. Unable to even stop me for a millisecond, a crazed gleam flickered through the air as I fell upon the land.
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BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!
As if nuclear warheads had been set off, the flames of hellfire consumed all of reality, burning both the city and space, creating tectonic shifts all throughout Midgard. Spreading further from the center to the outside onwards to the armies surrounding the capital. Unable to mask my dark smile at the screams from the humans, Elves, and various other creatures. I waved my hand as the flames suddenly began to twist, spinning, creating an inferno of enteral hell upon the land.
"IT'S THE ASHEN KING!
"HE IS UPON US!!!"
"READY THE GARRISON!"
"KILL HIM!!!!
Hearing the screams echoing from god knows where I chuckled, gazing upon the lava that was once a city. I did knot know who all survived, but they had to be within the Realm of World or at least the peak of Dao Serving. For my understanding of the Flames of hellfire had changed. No more was I a newborn with these flames but a flaming demon of elemental manipulation.
Raising my hand's height, the flaming domain suddenly began to change once again. The massive domain that had encompassed thousands of kilometers suddenly began to condense, growing hotter and hotter within my palms until my very hands began to burn. But with only pleasure burning through me, the domains of flames took the form of a demonic-looking ashen spear.
Turning towards large lights of the endless masses outside the ring of lava. I smiled, stepping like a god upon the water. My gaze slowly coming to a stop upon the King and all of the others who had invaded this Realm.
"We knew you were coming, Arsene!" Amund, King of Midgard, stated with an icy glare turning towards his city that was being consumed by the flames of hellfire. The only thing still standing being, a root of the world tree. A dark, twisted expression was clear as he struggled to even look at me.
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Not stating a word, I merely smiled without care, turning to the large armies, "I wonder whose idea it was?" I asked with a carefree expression.
Scrunching his brow, five entities appeared by his side. All of them pulsing with the Power of the World. Yet, such things did not phase me. No, how could it? My enemy was a being from the Nines.
"So you are the Devil that struck fear in the hearts of everyone." A young man with long jet black hair asked. "I had heard your kind were supposed to be smart, yet you fall for such a trap."
"You are from Nox?" I asked, not showing much, "Now that is interesting. I had heard of you all slaughtering a few of my generals, but whenever I appeared, you all would flee. Tell me what your name is."
Flashing a fan, he covered half his face, "Does it matter, Mr. Snow? We have you completely surrounded. But if you insist, I am Merikh."
"And what says, you, Olivia?" I asked, turning to the only familiar face upon everyone here. Watching the emerald-haired elf simply glare, I smirked. "What, no words? Shall we then?"
"You will still battle?" Said Merikh, "What are you trying to pull, Arsene? Unlike these pests, we have been trained by one of the Highest Orders of God. Even with these flames, you do not stand a chance."
"Not at all, but I will not be fighting you. Isn't that right, Anya and Mare?" I said aloud as hell itself began to shiver. Hearing the screams of the underworld bellow, two demons clawed through the void, their hair burning with lustful killing intent.
"YES, MASTER," They roared, slapping into Merikh in a flash of crimson light.
"And then there were four; mind telling me your names?" I inquired with a dark smile, not truly caring. "And Amund, where is Ren and all the others from this city? I came all the way here for him, not to mention I thought I would get to see some familiar faces from the Vanir's."
"Ren... he is speaking with the gods, and so are most of my general. they have no time for..."
"Gods? Bah, we shall see after today!" I barked, gripping the spear of Hellfire searing my flesh.
"HAHAHA, Truly if only we were under different circumstances," a rather large giant with long dark brown hair roared, with a massive great ax within his palm, "But a common enemy and all of that, but the name if Friam of Jötunheimr."
"Olivia of Alfheim."
"Sebitar of Midgard ruler of the... well, it doesn't matter after what you did." He stated with hollow eyes towards the flowing magma of bodies with a mist of tears flowing, "We never thought you would do this. Why?"
"Why what?"
Twisting his gaze towards me, Sebitar shivered in disbelief. "Why did you..."
"I don't have time for this. I have a dinner date with a couple of monsters tomorrow." I stated as the world slowly turned dark. The light of the moon and the stars slowly began to dim as a single will appear. A will that froze everyone upon the battlefield, be it man, beast, god, all that gazed upon it froze as a sea of ashen hair appeared wihtin the skies.
"Let the Realm War Commence!"
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