Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 53: Bael

Surrounded by an ocean of darkness, I laid confused and relaxed as I gazed into the void. It had been five days since I arrived in this majestic heaven. I neither ate nor slept, but I never felt alone as I spoke with the darkness.

There was a symmetry between us, I could not deny, and I loved it. It did not bring warmth like fire, Power like lightning. No...I did not bring any of those things but rather companionship. A rather foolish thing to say, but...It was true...at least to me...at...least...to...me.

Fire turns to embers and perishes, while lightning will fade its energy returning to the heavens, but Darkness will always remain. There is no comparison to any other elements. There is no opposite as even light itself only hinders the inevitable.

Consumed in the darkness, I grinned, neither caring nor concerned about if I was still alive as this was my heaven...Eternal Darkness.

"Arsene," A cold, menacing voice called as I felt the simmering sensation on my shoulder acting up. "Arsene,"

Narrowing my gaze, a bright crimson light shattered my eternal darkness as a throne appeared. A familiar power reminding me of that thing from the shadow realm assaulted me, but unlike last time the darkness appeared, protecting me with its blessing like its child.

"Eternal Night?" the menacing voice whispered as I saw a man or demon laying lazily on an iron throne filled with endless skulls. With a blink of my gaze, the heads and faces would shift in an almost endless torment.

"Who are you," I questioned, not feeling concerned but rather comfort before a being that could kill me with a thought.

With a light smile, the blurred demon laughed with admiration, "Arsene, so this is your soul. Never had I meet a fellow demon nor mortal, with such an affinity with the heavenly Dao of darkness. The only thing comparable are those Elements birth by the will of The Heavens." He claimed with an almost gleeful smile.

"Bael," I lightly whispered as I clenched my shoulder.

"Oh? so you remember this Prince," He brightly replied, "Arsene, tell me what do you think of this world."

With a light chuckled, I eyed the demon calmly, "Are you going to propose a deal with me," I countered with my question?

Arching his brow, Beal shook his head, "With you? boy, you are far too weak even to consider forming a contract with this prince. Not to mention he as plans for you." He mockingly said.

"No, nothing of the sorts. This planet you live on, Tensen Lumireis, is a well-known planet. Housing quite a few monsters. You are currently living on an island that spans a few million kilometres in length." He explained, resting his head on his palm.

Tensen Lumireis? Finally, some info regarding the place I live on. Eyeing Bael with hunger, I could see a gaze fill with contempt as he chuckled aloud, "You are far too young; I am here to warn you, boy. I just blocked a monstrous divine sense aiming at you, and you need to leave."

"What!" I shouted with surprise as I felt the reaper's cold blade on my throat.

"Yes, it was quite odd for a divine being to scan a weak mortal like you, but it's not unheard of. You have my mark, so you will inherit my enemies but also my allies." He said, Studying the darkness with honour, yet Bael slowly began to fade, "That ring you wear will protect you, but be aware that you must not lose yourself to Sacerlage like most demons before you. Whether you become a Devil or a Demon will depend on you. Demonic Sacrilege is a powerful Mantra, but it could easily force you to enter the ways of the demon." he warned as he faded away completely.

***

"ARSENE!!! ARSENE!!! ARSENE!!! ARSENE!!! " A loud shout blasted into my ear as my eyes shot open.

BLinding rays of light stabbed my eyes as the world became blurry before falling in focus. Standing over my body stood Eroma as he released a massive breath of relief.

"Fuck!!! are you trying to kill your poor uncle," Eroma howled, "I found you unconscious, and none of your guards seems to be around, and what the hell is wrong with your left eye."

Clutching my left eye, memories of what happened flooded my mind as I gasped. Summoning a small mirror, I gulped as a storm of crimson and black appeared in my eye. There was no design, yet an air of mystery was presented as my mind slowly fell into a trance.

"Arsene, "Eroma called out with concern, shattering my daze.

"Sorry...I don't know what happened, but...Wait, why the hell did you rat on me in front of everyone, " I coldly asked, rising up in a fury.

Clutching his stomach in laughter, Eroma leapt away as he pointed, "So it was true...Damn, I'm good, " He bragged, gloating with mirth.

"E~R~O~M~A," I furiously bellowed as the young man flickered away, his laughter echoing out like a siren song. This bastard just wanted to see what would happen.

Fucking prick, I hope to god...demon...fuck...I hope Isaella will quell Oswin's suspicion at least, but the rumours will be the most bothersome. Cursing my fate, I walked back into the tournament, where everyone was still gathered.

The excitement had not decreased even a little after my little incident, but no one dear to stare into my eyes. Fear me, mortals, Fear this future king. AHAHHA A

"Ar...Arsene?" A captivating voice abruptly called.

Turning around, I saw a rather charming girl with long purple hair reaching to her waist. With an exquisite proportional set of buns. I eyed her marvellous hourglass figure for a second, giving a slight nod as she beamed with pleasure.

"Grim said you would be one of our new classmates like Yura." She exclaimed with a sunny smile.

"Grim?... Do you mean Grimlor?" I questioned as the young girl walked around me with an innocent smile that never reached her eyes.

"Yes...Grimlor is my uncle." She explained, sending me a cute wink, with her azure eyes, "My name is Nora A. Levon," she introduces, giving a light curtsy in her uniform.

Playing along, I took her hand, giving it a light kiss, "it's an honour Lady Nora, "

BLushing, Nora pulled her hand away as she ran away, yet I could see a cold grimace on her face causing me to smile, "It would seem she doesn't have much experience with schemes, to lose your..."

Coving my mouth, a wave of nausea consumed me as I fell to my knees. Black veins began protruding from my neck as Nora turned around, giving me a cruel smile at a distance.

"Fuck my recent luck"