Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 482: Blood Sport

"Umm, let me get this straight. You wish to kill all the godly prisoners in my jail cell." Yu Lan repeated to me for the sixth time. Honestly, what was so hard to understand?

"Correct."

"Is there any particular reason?" She once again asked as I gave the same response.

"I love killing people."

"You are screwing with me, aren't you." She questioned, growing a bit impatient.

"I haven't screwed you yet, so no. But my cock... I mean, my arms are always wide open." I kindly advised, watching her aura begin to flare with rage. Yet there was quite the blush on her cheeks.

"I kid, I kid. Kinda. But seriously, I need their souls."I hastily justified, studying the flush upon Yu Lan. She was adorable when she blushed like so.

"You're an ass. You know that." She muttered, snorting cutey unknowingly.

"There's the smile I wanted to see." I cheered, "Now, what can you do about this?"

"Fine. I will have Alvar deliver you to those on death row."

Clapping my hands together, a thought suddenly came to me, "Also, I need you to send some people to guard Yu Jing. I know Aiza is here, but things are about to get crazy. And with her going after a fellow member of Nox. She may be a target."

"What do you mean?" Yu Lan motheringly emitted, unable to hide the trace of fear in the back of her throat.

"Nothing I am sure you cannot handle, but you see. A man caught sight of my daughter. You know the one you saw Jing playing with. She recognized the man and grew quite defensive. "I remarked, hiding my manipulation.

"How dangerous."

"Depends. I am sure Aiza made sure Yu Jing would not die, prematurely but this is also your chance. Why not save your daughter?"

Lynx will definitely go after Yu Jing and the others once he finds out. Which he will when I tell him. I needed Yu Lan and Yu Jing on my side. I need their trust. Whoever said one could not buy trust? One simply has to have something of irresistible value: A wife, a child, a husband. It doesn't matter. It will all work.

"I will be on it." The Queen of Casia promised, stepping further into my palms.

Shaking Yu Lans lovely hands, I chuckled. Taking my leave from her office within her palace.

Once Lynx finds out about Yu Jing killing his disciple. I will have my dear queen try to hopefully kill him. Even if she cannot stand against him by herself, Yu Lan has an army at her hands, and this is her territory. Lynx will surely die.

And just like that, I will sever the head of Nox in Casia. Without actually doing anything. Not bad. I just need to keep on playing on Yu Jing's emotions tills she rushes off and kills that idiot in a fit of rage.

Humming a slight tone in a joyful mood, the sounds of footsteps entered my ears. Turning around, the stern expression of that golden knight stared back at me.

He was tall, almost akin to a mini giant, with long dreads that flowed to form his head into his golden armor. His eyes were a vibrant azure, with golden color hair. When I first saw him, I thought he was from the Norse Pantheon.

"Alvar, I presume." I casually remarked, finding a polite smile upon my lips. It's quite the honor to find out your name finally."

"I will never approve of you, boy. Were you not there for my lady? I would sever that head from your body in the name of my brother, Vaal'tor. "The Golden Kngihtly cruelly attacked.

Keeping my smile, I did not bother to care. Figuring Vaal'tor was the name of Yu Lans husband, who I couldn't be bothered to learn.

"Noted. Now off to the prison, right." I replied with as much compassion I could from my blackened soul.

Alvar snorted, pressing past me, "Follow."

Taking no offense, Alvar did not lead me out from the palace but somewhat down into a hidden chamber I did not know about within this castle.

"My Lady said you needed those on death row. Well, we keep all such individuals here, just in case. One is foolish enough to free such a bastard." Alvar explained, sending me a threatening stare.

Man. Eroma was right. No one likes me. What the hell. Is it the sweetness? Who the hell will be my best man?

"As you know, the realm of Lower Gods are, Star-Lord, Realm Lord, and Heavenly Lord. While for Mid Gods, are Empyrean Prince, Empyrean King, and finally Empyrean God.

Nodding as he stated the obvious. I allowed him to continue.

"Well, for lower Gods, we have a hundred Heavenly Lord. Twenty Empyran Princes, ten Kings, and Zero Empyrean gods." Alvar surprisingly declared, startling me where I stood. "Many of them are being tortured for their crimes. And will be executed on the day their torment is finished."

YES. YES! YESSS!!!! JACKPOT BITCHES!

"We are starting with the strongest... I don't need names or crimes. Just show me to the cell." I uttered without the slightest bit of patience. Screw being calm; this is literally like having bitches fall on your dick.

Alvar nodded, hesitantly seemingly unsure why he brought me to these people.

Heading deeper into this hidden dungeon beneath the palace walls, an intense wave of demonic qi fluttered through the air. It was not like Qi of the Nines, but it was an excellent imitation.

Trailing by many cells with various people all frozen still with drool slipping down their cheeks, I noticed the hallow stares in their eyes, the shaking of their shoulders, and the trail of piss and shit streaming for both ends.

It was a nightmare down here, yet the smell did not seem to reach my nose, much less leave the cell. I didn't know what type of torture they were in, but it seemed to be top grade.

"You said there were a hundred Heavenly Lords; what about those at Star-Lord, and Realm Lord?"

"Don't know. We never bothered to count." Alvar explained, ignorant as the drool trailed from my lips.

My God, this was going to be better than a wet dream.