Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Transmitting divinity to the Eyes of Truth, my frown deepened the longer I stared at not just Nora but Richter, who now seemed to carry some of the characteristics of a demon. It seems I was blinded by the fact Richter was family. I should have used my eyes the first time I gazed upon him. I shall not repeat that mistake.

"Nora died long ago, Arsene saw to that. Just call me, Nira." She kindly addressed, but what I found strange was that there was no sentiment in her tone when she spoke of her death. A part of her died, and she doesn't care?

"Wait, you are from Pendragon?" Richter cried, catching me off guard. Having the urge to strike my nephew upside his head, I took a deep breath to calm my building irritation. It was not my intention to grow angry, especially at a family member, but come on! How the hell do you not know who you are fucking? Richter is not me who plow and move on. He needs to ask questions. He needs a connection. How do you miss this?

"Do forgive me. But it's as I said, Nora is dead. The same could be said about her memories." Nira softly explained, sending me a smile that made my heart flutter.

Gulping down, I will admit, Nira was a baddie. She was a true succubus now compared to the flat-chested twit she was before. I will give it to Ricter. He can pull, but he is pulling all the wrong hoes! It's my fault, as one of the greatest assassins of the House of Snow, it was my job to train him.

Making a note to inform Arsene and Grey of the demonic essence within his body, hidden so well, I was sure no one would see it. And even if they did, it did not feel like demonic essence but rather a mixture of Celestrial Qi that was tarnished by some strange force. It was the eyes of truth that pierced past this veil of mystery.

I don't know what the hell happened, but I am sure Richter is somehow a sleeper. The only question is if he knows. But where there is one, there are two. I need to search the Holy Sword Sect.

"Put it at the back of your mind, my boy!" I shouted, slapping the back of my nephew, "Look at how cute she is. Good job. I hope you are at least getting some." I curiously asked, watching Nira's cheeks turn a bit pink. "You guys can talk about this pesky secret some other time. I brought your parent's cuz I was worried, but it would seem like I was wrong too."

Passing her hands through his hair, Emma kissed his cheeks filled with tears, "How we have missed you."

"Why don't I leave you guys. An outsider like me should not taint such a family reunion. If you will excuse me." Nira expressed, flickering away before anyone could say another word.

"SHIT!" I cried, startling everyone present. "Grey is going to kill me! I'll be back in ten! Don't you dare start without me," I warned, glancing at Val, who seemed to understand my intent without needing to be asked?

Zooming through these barren ruins with the Dao of Light cloaked around my feet, I approached Nira instantly. Seeing her warm demeanor vanish, I did not show surprise. "You reak of the Hells. Who are you?"

"The hidden blade of the Snow Family, Eroma Snow. It's an honor to officially meet you." She claimed, cuffing her hands. "But if it's a battle you wish, you are sure to lose."

Cracking a smile, I shook my head, " you seem special to my little nephew; I would not harm you,' I lied, making sure to use my Eyes of Truth to ensure my deceit was believable. "I simply wish to know your intentions. Are you a demon or a Devil?"

"A devil," She answered untruthfully, leading me to believe not even Drar knew about my eyes. A win, win. It seems master told no one.

"So what is your game then? Why are you with my nephew? Is it under the orders of Drar?" I asked, using not just my Eyes of Truth but every bit of experience I had gained throughout my life to measure her reaction, her body heat, the beating of her heart, even the ever so slight contraction of her pupils.

In my line of work, I knew trust and confidence was the biggest lie someone could tell you about, which was why I chose not to never fully trust my eyes. There was a reason Arsene made me his special weapon.

"If I said I fell for Richter, would you believe it?" She said, and I shook my head as I knew there was more to it.

Nira chuckled, "Well, there is no helping it. I was under orders to help Richter train, but everything else was on me. I do like him."

Staring coldly at this demon, standing on a thin line, I shot away. Everything Nira said was both a lie and the truth. Whether it was her name, orders, or personality, it was all a lie and the truth. A part of her truly believed it, but there was another part of her that didn't. It's like she had two different minds in one body. I don't know what happened to her, but either she has multiple personalities, or she is being possessed.

Returning to see Richter surrounded by his parents, I chuckled, "Good seeing his smile. I guess you guys haven't started as of yet." Val shot me a heavy stare, and I shook softly towards my elder brother as sorrow filled his sights. "Shall we begin?"

"This is about Arsene," Richter coldly remarked as the tainted essence hidden deep within him began to swell. Surging through his body without end, my heart grew cold as the Sigil of Wrath condensed within his chest.

"No," I swiftly lied, startling both Emma and Val, but before they could turn to me, with confused faces, I continued, "It's about you heading with us to the Sect. We wish for the family to get back together. How long has it been since then?"

"Please?" Emma added, quick to persuade like always.

Letting the warmest smile touch my lips, I hooked my arms around Richter's shoulders, watching with a cold heart the Sigil of Wrath began to lose its power. "Come on, brah! Stay for a few years or so.. We are now immortals. What are a few decades?"