Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 45: Tenebrae*

With a tranquil mind, a dark shadow covered Dragonsbane causing its presence to fade from existence. Pushing my will out, the shadow slowly consumed me, along with Dragonsbane, seemingly causing us to vanish.

Not allowing my concentration to break, I engrossed myself within the chilling sensation I was experiencing. There was light everywhere within my underground chamber, but all that registered within me was darkness.

"You should not be here half-breed; it is far too early," A tranquil voice uttered, " But, welcome to Tenebrae or as you mortals call it The Shadow Realm. "

A cold yet heavy sweat showered my forehead as I fell to my knees. Fear like no other consumed me as a shadowy figure materialized. Its body appearing like blacken flames, while its sharp piercing eyes flashed with a crimson hue.

"Child of Bael and Tenebrae", It sinisterly proclaimed, "We shall meet again. Live, and endeavour for the great awakening is coming," it whispered in a corrupted tone. With a final smirk of disdain, its flaming figure snapped as I awaken, drenched with sweat.

Thudump!!!-Thudump!!!, gripping my heart, I swallowed a deep breath of fresh air, dropping Dragonsbane. I was quivering as I could feel cold tears falling from my face uncontrollably.

I had not feared death. No! I excepted death was bound to take me long ago. Yet, that thing...that thing...what the hell was that thing. Wiping my eyes filled with tears, I rose with a hollow heart. Bitterness filled my mouth as I spat. "I-I-I am a fucking disgrace,"

Looking at my still trembling hands, I curled them into a fist. The mark of Sacerlage was burning my shoulder, but my mind slowly turning colder as I felt a humiliation I had not experienced before. I had fallen to my knees, like a common slave. I shed tears like a mere child for no reason but fear. I...

NO!!! No more, lifting Dragonsbane, I took a deep breath as darkness consumed me once again. However, I had not actualized this time in the shadow realm, but that did not deter my determination.

With a thrust of my spear, I began training in the art of the spear. With fury, I clenched my fist till blood leaked dripping down the tip of Dragonsbane. Anger, Hatred, Self-Loathing, contempt all fueled my Spearmanship as I grew wild.

Qi and Elemental Ether all showered into me as I pushed the limits of my adaptive body. Gritting my teeth, I slowly began pushing the concept of my Illusitionary Arte into my Spearmanship. Slowly but surely, my spear began appearing like afterimages flying and attacking based on my will.

WIth a heavy roar of bitter anger, I continued for an entire day before falling consumed in exhaustion. My muscles were quivering as multiple cramps engulfed my body, twisting in various angles uncontrollably.

With bloodlust still in my eyes, I open my hands before black flames grew wild. Gazing coldly at the uncontrollable flames, I slowly began bending the flames to my will. The way of the sith is the only true way. What the hell would the Jedi know? They lost...badly.

Smiling, I spent the remainder of the day learning to bend flames. Consumed in flames, I slowly tried cloaking my spear before making massive wings with my flames, only to realize that it took far too much Qi. However, that didn't stop me from testing the highest possible limit of my control.

With sweat covering me, I smiled. Sensing night had descended, I slowly arose, leaving my training lair. Like a new man born from the ashes, I entered the kitchen as the cooks prepared me a massive meal to satiate my hunger before heading to my room.

With a long soothing bath, I smiled as all my rage slowly began to fade. What had happened had only further proved that I was nothing as of right now...Someone not even worth being near a creature like that entity.

Relaxing, I slowly left the bath, falling on my bed naked, a habit I developed training for years within the Snow Mansion.

"Well-Well-Well has someone been expecting me, " A passionate, tender voice sounded.

With wide eyes, I drew Dragonbane, only to be surprised at the huntress before me, "Your highness? " I questioned, giving a slight bow.

With long black hair falling like a raging waterfall, Isaella Asterion licked her lips, tracing her lips with her delicate fingers. Her Violet eyes glimmering as they reflected my entire form within. With a sway of her hips of shoulders, she approached with the grace of a tigress.

"I didn't think you would recognize me," She whispered elegantly, her hot breath lightly blowing across my ears. "Tell this queen, am I pretty."

Nodding my head without hesitation, she quickly chuckled seductively as she stepped around me in a circle, seemingly eying me as if I was prey. With a predatory step, her cool finger brushed my chin before tracing down from my chin to my abs.

I would be a fool not to understand what was going on, but just as I was about to speak, I felt a sharp pain in my Dantain. With a seductive smirk, she pushed me onto my bed, "Don't worry, little Arsene, this queen just seal your qi." She lightly said, her gentle fingers still etching down from my body.

Her mouth, however, suddenly grew wide as she stared at the spear that laid bare for the world to see. Licking her lips alluringly, her fingers traced me down further as she gasped, "How do you even move with this monster," She quietly asked her intense breath, slowly sending a shiver through my spine.

Trailing her single finger down my lance, her eyes grew wider as her index finger seemed never to stop moving. With a gulp, a hint of sweat flowed down her chest, slowly losing its way in between her bosom.

Slowly but surely, my heavenly dragon was awakened, roaring to the world at the blatant teasing. My eyes slowly turned bloodshot as I felt a heavy heat rising from the depts. With a slight groan, Isaella grinned as her dress dropped.

With a glimmer of moonlight shining on her body, she did a twirl. Like a fairy under the moon-lit night, Isaella smiled seductively. Her pink nipples bare just for me while her buns plumped as the clouds.

Dropping to her knees, her finger gripped my shaft with her violent eyes filled with lust, "Shall we begin." she questioned, giving the dragon a hot breath of fresh air.