Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 235: Experments

With the sun rising over the Forest of Melimiota, the sounds of terrifying clashes could be heard as I hid under the veil of darkness within a cave. Holding my breath, I could only sigh as the voice of Bjorg roared.

"WHERE ARE YOU!!! FACE ME, COWARD!!!"

Not daring to move, I blended into both nature and darkness. This was not the first run-in I had with Bjorg, and it will most likely not be the last. The man blamed me for his family's death. Although he is correct, the blame should be on his patriarch's head. Why the hell were they blocking a forest. All there is here fucking trees and shit out here.

"DEMON, WHERE ARE YOU!!!"

Rolling my eyes, I sighed as I waited for his anger to fade. Hours quickly began to pass as night once more began to descend. Feeling the moon's gentle rays, I flew up high into the clouds under my darkness, not feeling Bjorg's power or wrath.

Locating the nearest city that the man name Val said, I smiled as the teleportation rune began to flash. Without making a sound, my body slowly fell from the sikes above the port city of Remora.

Watching the brightly light city filled with life, I landed in a location dim with light and people. Suddenly two voices entered my ears as I hid behind a building.

"I here Elder Bjorg is at it again. It seems the Ashen Demon is still on the loose. I hope he gets what's coming to him." A young man with crimson robes commented to another wearing similar attire.

"Yeah, but I wish they can just show us a sketch of him. All we have to go on is that damn wolf mask of his and the black spear he holds. It is not a lot of information to go on. We don't even know if he is ugly?"

"Of course, he is ugly. You ever seen a fine bitch hide her shit?"

Touching my mask, I smirked with a hint of contempt. Suddenly my mask began to morph from what it was into something similar to the demons within the Halls of the Snow estate in Pendragon. Remembering the demonic look. Long sinister horns sprung from my mask as its shade began to turn a deep shade of crimson.

Stepping out of the shadows, I sent a look towards the duo, still walking completely unaware of my descent. Turning in another direction, my body began to fade as I explored the port city of Remora.

While it was night, Remora was quite brightly lit as its nightlife was quite vibrant. Staring at the various parties, I could not help but shake my head. Compared to Pendragon, many in Midgard didn't take cultivation so seriously. Nightlife was dead, and only those without talent were found hosting parties.

Making my way past their various parties and bars, I continued to explore. However, the more I travel, the more disgusted I became.

"All these bitches eat here is fish. Damn, that is so disgusting." I yelled in an annoyed tone. "What is the point of a vacation if I cannot eat? This is the last time I visit a port city. I should have known better."

Releasing an annoyed breath of air, my gaze slowly turned more serious. Wondering the streets, I asked around for the main base of the BLooded association. Coming upon a rather large aged building, my lips slowly curled up behind my demonic mask.

Staring at the heavily guarded building, I suddenly formed a plan. I was honestly just being a dick, but so what. Every cultivator is a dick in their own right. Turning around, I attempted to leave when a light voice sounded.

"Halt!!! State your name!" She yelled in a commanding tone. Scrunching my brow, I ignored the voice as my steps continued.

"Surround him now!" the voice called out as I watched a dozen souldiers surround me, their weapons glimmering under the moonlight with a sharp glint. Narrowing my eyes, I turned around towards the woman with short violet hair and emerald eyes. "Remove your mask now!" she demanded in an arrogant tone.

Sending the little meat a deep glance, my body suddenly began to fade as I vanished from their sights. Watching as they opened their eyes wide, I laughed on top of a random building.

"Find him now," THe little girl bellowed in rage, "He could have been Arsene. He killed my uncle's family. We need to avenge him!"

Touching my chin, I smiled, "Hmmm, would Brorg be mad if I banged his niece?" I asked in a puzzled tone, "He shouldn't be right? We go way back; I did kill his wife and children. It's only fair that I give them more. Although can I even have children?"

Feeling what I said abnormally made sense, I smiled, "Good, my plan is to both rob and bang his little niece. Man, I am such a good person. Bjorg ma man, you owe me for this!"

Shooting the woman below a deep glance, I smiled; she looked to be around her twenties. Pondering who her father was, I shook my head, taking my leave. Removing my mask, I resumed my exploration. Before finding a high-class hotel for cultivators; entering a room prepared for me, I slowly began to relax when my phone began to vibrate.

French Maid: Drulan seems to be a part of a strange organization. We just found proof of a hit upon your head.

Me: What do you mean by strange?

French Maid: It means he has some demonic ties. This fucker is a satanist, and he is in deep. From what I can tell, he seems to be a part of an old organization created to worship the Kings and Princes of Hell.

"My day just keeps getting better and better. But that is truly strange. Why would they be in Midgard?"

Me: Remove all surveillance on Drulan. He may know we have a connection to the NInes, but he can't possibly know how deep it is. What I want you to do is start taking over his territory...Wait, how did you come to find this out?

Scrunching my brow, I didn't wait for Ezra to reply as I teleported to her side in an instant. Shooting her a deep look, the sent of blood consumed my senses as my eyes opened wide.

Staring at the room entirely filled with various markings, a shiver ran through my body as streams of knowledge began to fill my mind. Yet all of this was overshadowed by the various pentagrams, childlike skeletons in various positions, and... the pools of fresh blood with chunks of flesh all designed in a strange-looking pentagram.

"This is Infernal and Enochian script," I whispered as Ezra to my side nodded with a cold gleam.

"Yes, they are experimenting with these two powers. Look at those two skulls; both of them belong to infants; by filling both of their small innocent bodies with power, you are theoretically creating a divine puppet for a devil or demon to take control of."

"The holy energy will hold off the demons or devils power from immediately destroying the infant's body till it comes of age, while the demon energy trains it. Arsene, this is bad, really bad! If any royal demon-like princes or kings appear, we are dead. If they come of age, they could be World Gods or True Gods."

"Yeah, I know, but how did you find out about his place Ezra?" I asked in a chilling manner. "Were you led here, or did you find it by accident."

"I believe we found it by accident. I had received some intel regarding something strange. None of my men could describe it, so I came here to check. Not to mention can you think of a reason anyone would lead us here?"

"Can you look back into the past? Or are you not proficient in time manipulation?" I aked not feeling much hope.

"Already did, but whoever picked this spot was smart. There is a powerful seal, and I am not proficient in such things. Lilith might be able to, but even she doesn't have much experience with seals."

Touching my chin, I closed my eyes, pondering, "If it's not a royal, what are our chances?" I muttered, staring around at the chilling air around this room. I knew I was evil, but this... This was far too dark for me. These infants' entire skeletons were marked with both infernal and Enokeon runes while they were alive. They tortured infants, not to mentions the deaths, by the smell of the blood; all of them were from the infants they killed. It's very hypocritical of me, but even I felt disgusted.

"There are two things that could have to happen here, Arsene. The worse is a puppet for a royal demon. The second would be the blood spawn of a demon. By sending their blood into this realm, A demon or devil can allow their worshipers to fuse their blood into a newborn. This process is small, Arsene. It's as rare as a soul bender, but I have heard of it happening before."

"Well, let's hope they fail then, but we need a plan in case either possibility comes true." I coldly uttered as I shot Ezra a dark look. "Keep up pretenses and monitor this place. As for Drulan, remove the surveillance. We need to make him sweat. Let's make him think we found something.

"I thought you would have said to kill every child in Hallr," she said as I sent her a deep side glance.

Sneering, I spoke with killing intent, "I was going to, but the Gods are watching, are they not; I would have personally killed every fucking child here. Find the Order of Heimdall those fuckers are all-knowing in this realm. Heimdall sees all within the nine realms, and that fucker is doing something sinister; we need to find him and his order to put them down. A lot of what is happening in the Norse Realms is off. "