Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 70: Castle of Brimstone – Blood of Ancients

Clenching my eyes shut, I welcomed the darkness as sweat skimmed down my back, drenching my clothing. We were weak, remarkably weak; that damned dagger might protect us, but…

Shooting my eyes open, I peered strictly at the dagger before shifting to Yura, “Do you know that woman?” I asked, feeling doubtful.

As if coming to the same realization, Yura shook her head, “No, but her armor is similar to Sagthillath, and he follows the Lord of Deceit.”

“I have no doubt that this path leads to the Abyss, but I dought if this dagger will protect us Or if we really need to head into the abyss,” I coldly spat, feeling foolish for missing such an important detail. Fear really is a powerful tool when used correctly.

Clitting my tongue, I looked at the demonic dagger that held complex ruins, painting it in a demonic light; suddenly, a massive throbbing sensation pulsed from my mind as the Ring of Bael suddenly activated, swallowing the Dagger in a mist of darkness before I could perceive what happened.

With a disgusted expression, Yura stepped out, slitting her wrist with her blade. However, only a single drop of blood fell from her arms as she chanted, “Ancestors of Calamity, heed the call of thy chosen and shatter thy enemies will.”

BOOOM!!! BOOOM!!!

As if Calamity was within that single drop of blood, the world began to shake as Yura flicked her blood drop over the pool of darkness. Space began to bend and melt as her blood hovered over the abyss, suddenly turning into a crimson eye.

A hint of amusement radiating from before it turned its gaze towards me. “Child of Tenebrae, we meet again, how amusing. Will you not kneel in fear like before?” it asked, suddenly taking form into a blacken flaming creature with eyes glimmering with a crimson hue.

“YOU!!!” I Bellowed as Ancient markings covered my body. My Ashen hair rose as I glared with hatred at the entity before me. He was the bastard that made me feel fear…he was the one that forced me to my knees.

A look of shock filled the monster as a faint shimmer ran through him, “W-W-Who created you?” he muttered.

“Grandfather, stop this at once!!!” Yura defended, “We are stuck, and he is the only reason we are still alive.”

Sending the young girl a disdainful glance, this entity sneered with its flaming mouth, “He is not a demon nor devil, yet he holds the Blood of Tenebrae. No wonder the King of Hell took an interest in him. You will do well to be wary about him, Yura. I’m sure you heard about the snakes in the garden and all that other bullshit.”

Snapping his fingers, the world suddenly shattered like glass as everything around us changed. No longer were we in a cold dark dungeon but in a massive garden with a pool of swirling darkness. ” Call upon me if needed, Yura.” the entity stated before vanishing.

Growing pale, Yura suddenly dropped sweat pooling off of her like streams as she smiled happily towards me, “I did it,” she joyfully exclaimed.

“You did it? my ass,” I yelled, “Who was that flaming bastard!?”

Puffing her cheeks, Yura stuck her tongue out, “Find out for yourself,” she mischievously said before turning to the unconscious Edain foaming at the mouth. A sharp giggled fill with a little mockery escaped from her mouth as she burst into laughter.

Rolling my eyes, I looked at the well-kept garden, unlike the rest of the castle. There was a very low-level presence around us, but nothing that would require Yura to move.

“I’ll go clean up around us…watch over Edain,” I said as I turned to Yura, who was giving a capricious grin towards Edain.

Feeling a chill ran through me, I left quickly as possible, leaving Yura and Edain alone. Giving the young man a silent pray I glanced towards the twenty or so workers in the area. Crimson scales covered their bodes as they hovered over the ground with large black wings—a long sharp tail coil around their waist as they tended to the garden.

Their aura was far below Zool, bringing a rather cruel smile to my face. Drawing my bow, I nocked three arrows at once, firing them in quick succession, cloaking each of them in Darkness. Blood soon showered the garden as the imps could not even scream before being run through by my arrows.

Dropping my bow, I dashed forward before anyone realized what was going on. Like an ashen flash of lightning, I appeared before the group of demons with Dragonsbane in hand. Making a sinister sweep, I severed their childlike bodies from the waist. Watching as their organs ran loose from their bodies. Not letting my chance go, I quickly twirled my spear creating a profound whirlwind of death. Blood soon shot towards the crimson skies, painting the heavens as I studied the dead squad of demons.

Their small bodies still twitching from their fast death. Chuckling, my face suddenly morph as a massive greatsword fell towards me with vicious intent. Pushing Dragonsbane up at the last second, blood gushed from my chest as I glared at the blood knight with anger and a little excitement.

My wound was not that serious, but it still hurt like hell as the Blood knight chuckled, “So you broke through Lords Fe’soula Illusion. Congratulations, that must have been a challenging task.

Leaping back, I got in position as the blood knight raised his sword towards me, “Last time, you were not even able to defend. Will it be different this time half breed?”

Sneering, I shot towards the blood knight. Dragonsbane glimmering with a sinister blacklight vanishing from his perception. Appearing to his throat in a matter of seconds.

“What?” he bellowed as Crimson Qi shot from his body, blasting me back. Catching my footing in an instant, I smiled, “Cultivation gives you speed and power, but my darkness gives me more. If you don’t take me seriously, you will die.” I coldly said.

I did not know why but I liked this knight. He held respect for me with a slight trace of reverence. He could have killed me when we first met but didn’t. I knew there was something going on, and this knight was playing its cards well.

Smiling, the Blood Knight laughed before removing his mask. A look of shock masked my face as a demonic goddess bless me with her presence. Long black hair flowed from her head as two small little fangs protruded from her mouth.

“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ezra, Blood Knight of the Order Asmodeus.” she introduced with a slight bow,”

With a charming wink, she licked her lips seductively, causing my heart to beat uncontrollably. Quickly biting my tongue, I felt my mind being warped, prompting me to bend the darkness within me.

“OHHH!!! you broke through that,” she exclaimed, “Most mortals fail too, are you perhaps a soul bender as well?”

Frowning black flames covered me as I decided to remain quiet. A predatory gleam could be seen from the young woman as she grinned with lust. Taking a step towards me, almost like a lion glaring down its prey.

“So it was you, Ezra?” A scornful shout announced as Yura appeared with an unconscious Edain hanging from her arm, his face filled with random doodles.

“Ah, if it isn’t my dear Yura? I had not seen you since the ball five years ago. Father begged me to meet with you. It would seem that he had this planned all along.” Said Ezra with a thoughtful expression.

“Your father is not known as the Lord of Hell without reason. It would seem he has many plans.” Yura impatiently said, her body pulsing with killing intent.

“What? Your Asmodeus’s child?” I shouted in bewilderment.

“She sure is, and her mother’s name is Leviathan.”