Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 335: Greyson Snow - A Demons Price

"I had just recently found out about this so-called price. What is it really?" I asked. The Tome Arsene gave me did not help. However, it repeatably mentions a price was going to be needed. I knew devils traded souls, but the way the Tome said it made it sound different.

"Believe it or not, many gods, myself included, do not like to fight. Sure we kill one another all the time, but a price is always taken. You are but a mortal, so you are protected by reality, but once your Qi turned into divinity, you must fend for yourself." He claimed with a dark face.

Making our way through the Palace, I held my gaze straight towards the exit. Finding our way out of the magnificent Palace, I could not truly enjoy the beauty of Asgard as Tyr continued.

"We, along with many of our fellow gods, carry a debt. That is why we did not want to enter a war. Believe it or not, what happened to Sif, and Thor could be said of them paying the price. Nothing is free, we took power from the heavens, and this is its way of making sure we pay for it."

"Any way of stopping this so call price?" I questioned heavily. "If such power could potentially kill you, how does one defend against it. "

"Knowledge." Tyr grimly replied, "That's all you can do, a price will be taken, but one needs to be smart on how he can delay this price or cheat it. You must be prepared for all actions. You cannot simply pay, coin, or with souls. This is a punishment, not a deal."

Wandering through the scenery of luscious grass and vines coiling around this captivating city, the girls finally grew silent from behind me. As we watched in awe. It was like a painting with golden rays of light blanketing the city. Various runes could be found upon many of the walls and streets as people passed back and forth without worry.

"How many will die?" Tyr whispered, pulling a dark fur cloak around his body. "This was not our War, but Thors. Let us have the same deal with the Vanirs. We want peace.

"So do I, but War is coming. And sides must be picked. I'd rather not have these people kill, but we need warriors, heroes, and villains. What better way to give birth to them if not War." I heartlessly whispered back. "But it's up to you Tyr, we consider you a leader."

"This was never about alliances, were they?" He asked, only now getting the full picture.

"No. Did you forget you almost killed thor? You are one of us already; whether you like it or not, this is a fact. We came to deliver a message, and I have. The Nine Realms of the Norse Gods are mine.

Turning to me with this face hidden benight a cloak, Tyr's body trembled with a fury felt by many, myself included. Shuddering merely by the vicious intent, I held my ground before this god.

"And what of Argo?" He asked.

"Soloman actually, "I swiftly corrected, "and Arsene said to leave him be. only our death will follow behind that man."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" Screaming out, both Tyr and I suddenly turned to Elsa, shivering with abyssal energy. Darkening the very skies, I felt more fear from this woman as she looked upon her phone. Shifting her fiery eyes to me, she shoved her phone in front of my face.

Widening my eyes, my jaw dropped at the picture of Falis, surrounded by various revealing women of all races. He had a large smile as they clung to his body, reaching from his crutch. "He is an ass man!" it read below the image.

"I'm going to kill him!" Elsa bellowed with untamed hatred. "I'm going to sever his cock, and shove it up his ass and through his mouth."

Opening my mouth to speak, Victoria's blade suddenly fell upon my neck, "Tell us where he is?' She demonically whispered. Trembling with a horrifying power that made one want to flee.

PING PING PING

"Please don't look," I helplessly demanded, hearing the phone begin to ring. Cursing my brother's name deep within my heart, I activated the rune of Teleportation, vanishing before my life ended.

"Your back already, Lad?" Mimir asked in surprise, "I thought with Thor, their things would have been difficult."

"It ended shorty, but I delivered the message. But my brother just fucked me over, " I said from within the room of Mimir. I had not brought him mainly because he was still connected to Freya, and I had not spoken to her yet.

Chuckling, a reminiscing gleam sparkled within the elderly head, "those were the days, I must say. And that boy Eroma knows how to live."

"You know what happened?" I asked.

"Of course, while I do not have a body, Arsene still had Anya and Mare craft me a phone," he claimed. "You got a lot to learn, Laddy. Better learn more about him, else your wife may just get bored."

Scuffing at the thought, I narrowed my eye, "I actually came to you for a reason, aside from fleeing for my life. What do you know about resurrecting a person or having them reborn."

"There is a significant distinction, but it comes down to the end result. Which is, in your case, resurrection. An impossible goal, sought out by countless men." He cautiously explained, "I truly wonder what the price is."

"A life for a life, " I replied.

"It's never so simple, especially if you're using a demonic tome like the one you hold. That may be the Mortal Price, but what of the price against going against the Concepts?"

"Concepts?"

"Aye lad, concepts are above the Laws. What what you are doing will go against what creation had intended. There will be a heavy price, and if you cannot pay it. Your family will. What is the name of that Tome?"

"Riturals of Damnation." I darkly uttered.

"A fitting name, Laddy. You will be damned if you try." He warned with glowing eyes.

"But is it possible?"

"Who created that Tome. " He inquired heavily, shutting his eyes.

"Bahophemt," I whispered fearfully, hearing tales directly from my nephew,

Shooting his eyes open, he glared towards the Tome, "Lad, are you truly willing to go through with that? You know who he is, don't you?"

I do, but—"

"There are no buts, you bring your wife back, and I promise you she will die, along with everyone else you love. So will be the price. Demonic rituals are no laughing matters. I say, cut your losses, less you lose even more."