Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Going our separate ways with Lilith, I looked at Vita, who shot me a cold glance that trailed off: "What is it?"

"Does the palace have an Annex?"

"Yes… it was built to send you off whenever you anger Her Majesty. I think it's called a Cold Palace."

"... I really can't adjust to this matriarchal society," I muttered, the irony sadly not lost on me. "Lowkey... I'm curious what do you do with the men?"

"The sperm donors?"

That maid's comment is making more and more sense, lol. God damn.

Coughing into her palm Vita slowly explained: "The Men are gaining more rights with her Majesty's avocations, but it's a slow process as many don't wish to do anything. Those that do are hyperfocus. They are ones like End and the two other dukes."

'Like Julius?"

"Oh, I forgot you know Duke Albarea."

"Oh shit, I forgot about him! So he's a Duke!"

"Indeed. However, it was Duke Albarea's ability to navigate politics that gained him that title. In this regard, he is quite superior. However, he's on the weak side due to his age."

"Interesting."

Vita whirled around and beckoned. "Let's go. You've interrupted my thirty minutes of peace. I had to tend to the garden." She said, leading me past the plaza into a secluded annex of the palace walls.

Fewer and fewer maids and butlers entered my senses before they practically vanished. All that was left was a cold dark annex bare of any luxuries but the abundance of space.

"Standing here… I'm getting the feeling of how dogs feel when their owner tells them to sit on the floor rather than the couch." I mused, finding my description growing more and more accurate.

"Hmmm. Really?" Vita hesitantly said. And it dawned on me. They didn't know better. Then again, why would they? They are a relatively new race, and their state of cognition regarding the outside world is limited to what they know. But who am I to judge? My kingdom still has slavery, so… Hmmm, I guess it just feels different when you're the one oppressed.

But… oppression of any kind comes with benefits… So… I guess it's ok. It is 'her' kingdom, after all.

A/N: -_-

"We're here," Vita said, stepping into what seemed more like a jail cell than it did a room. No window, bed, carpet, or decorations of any kind.

"My god, just torture me. If you guys think I would willingly stay here. You are either snorting crack or just plain retarded. All that's in here was a damn blanket!" I pointed. " A moldy ass blanket. Fuck this!"

She coughed into her palm once again with reddened cheeks. " We might have gone overboard."

"We? Lilith helped?"

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"So this room hides your aura from even the likes of me. It was meant to erase your existence. Tee-hee!"

"TEE-HEE, MY ASS!!!!" I howled at her.

Izavith snorted, "It's a fitting punishment for your infidelity."

"Woman… You are eyeing my son. Do you think he'll be loyal to you?" I coldly pointed out, arching my lips into a devilish smile. "I wonder how you'd react once you're on the inside rather than the outside looking in.

"Vesyrn Snow… That last name carries a deadly weight."

Vita went silent, contemplating for a long while. I merely sat waiting: "If he marries beforehand… I will not act. But I will be his last. I'll not allow another to approach him or allow him to approach another."

I smirked: "You think it's that easy, huh? I admire your naivety. A woman who hasn't ever been in a relationship. I truly look forward to seeing you sweat at the cold reality of the affection you possess toward my son." Thᴇ link to the origin of this information rᴇsts in novelenglish.net . (f)ire.ɴet

She sneered. " Zariel—"

"My brother is broken. He experiences many things within the Nines. Vesyrn, however, wouldn't. I won't allow it." I added, shaking my head. " You won't allow it either."

"Then I won't Ves become a perv like you!" She shouted, almost as if she was promising herself.

Honestly, I don't foresee Ves having a harem. Lilith hates it. Although, she wants lots of grandkids. But I am curious what will happen in his love life. Izavith is like an unyielding mountain.

"Oh? You're already here." The grim voice of End resounded through the barren chamber. "I've brought a few rare resources within the Abyss. "What is this about?"

"Right." And I turned to Izavith. "Are all the formations active yet?"

She nodded, closing the chamber door. "Now it is."

"Good. Then I shall explain what I'm about to do. With the resources End brought, I plan to fuse the Sin of Wrath, Pride, Darkness, and my Spear of Noctem into a single entity." I told them, " Next is where you two come in. " Pointing to my right eye, I began again: " I plan on gifting little Ves my right eye. So if there is any technique or formation you want, tell me now."

"Is there a limit?" End asked.

"No. At least, I don't think there is. But just in case. Bring me some broken slaves, criminals on death row, or those that wish to die. I might need to steal their 'Breath."

"What a phenomenal power. So there is no restriction on said fusion?" End brought up.

I shook my head. "I don't know if there is, but if I am aware of a particular existence, I could fuse it with anything."

"Arsene… Thats…" Izavith began, but I quickly shook my head.

"The Abyss granted me this ability alongside another. But I've yet to experience the limit. This experiment will be my first limit test when I fuse the spear of Noctem and my two sins. I plan on creating a Heartstone. And since Noctem houses my heart, I believe the fusion should be easier. But who knows?"

End was the first to frown: " This seems abnormally dangerous. Wouldn't it be better to test it out first?"

"Agreed. If you die. M'lady would be—"

"Then keep me alive," I told them. "During this time, think of what you want to give Ves. Lilith noted their ability to peer into causality, so try to add on that."

It was indeed a risk, but if this works. I'll not only be able to mutate my bloodline, but I'll also be able to—

'Oh, and call Zariel if my soul enters a coma. He'll be the only one who can freely manipulate 'Breath.'"