Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Walking the streets of Lurrian alongside Kurt and Sig, I couldn't help but frown, turning my attention to Freya, "why are we here?"

The streets were blistering with the coming of dawn. Despite everything that had happened with the demons, Lurrian had felt like it was a separate entity altogether until you stepped outside into a world of blood and ash.

"We lost contact with Arsene for a while since his return," Freya replied, shaking her head as she turned to me, " And lady Lilith told me to bring all of you to the Capital."

Fingers curling into a ball, I resisted the urge to curse as I looked off into the distance at the shadow of Iliya a few years away. Despite Iliya being so far away, it was clear to everyone that the Council of Twelve wanted a clear view of the city that held the woman who stole them from their realm.

People hated Lilith; they hated her with a passion. And I could not fault them; with so much going on with the devils and Demons, alongside the angels, everyone has been feeling like death is on every corner.

Arsene's position was no different. When the Shadowfell had attacked, about a third of each realm that had been assimilated into the fold had turned on their people and exploded, wiping out large chunks of people. It had crippled almost every significant organization except the angels.

There was chaos for a long time, and it was for that very reason Lurrian was built. It was all thanks to Arsene, and I'm sure where ever that monster is, he doesn't know. He's been so absent of late that all the various people he turned to had to turn to Freya or Lalya.

"Why? What in Lurrian that we had to invade enemy territory?" I asked, a little bothered by the joyous expressions.

"Arsene is here," she uttered in a soul whisper, stirring my heart, as his face appeared in my mind.

"HOLY SHIT! REALLY!!!!" Sig shouted, " MY BOY IS HERE!"

"SHH!!!" Kurt hissed.

" What? With Eroma MIA, I've been bored as Hell!"

"Has fucking sluts made you bord?" I couldn't help but ask, and he nodded without shame.

"Kinda, I like the abyss, and I'm grateful for it since it has taken me from Low god to mid-God, but I've not seen a lot of baddies in a while." Sig addressed, causing everyone to roll their eyes.

But we had, in a way, felt the same. If we had remained in the Bed of Chaos, all of what we hoped to accomplish would have been a dream. There are so many resources on this planet that we are sure to reach High God within a cycle.

The stronger we become and the more we take a risk, the better resources we find. Even Layla has found something that made her a little bit stronger, and she is an Elder God, Paragon.

"So, where is he?" Kurt uttered, unable to hide his disgust for Arsene.

"Don't know," Freya said, "his soul seems to be injured because we felt our connection with Master cut about six hundred years ago.

Six Hundred Years ago, that was around the time those strange cathedrals began to emerge from the earth.

"Did you hear what happened in the arena today?" A sharp voice said as everyone around us seemed to pause. "I like Little Boys is on his hundredth kill!"

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I must have misheard. There is no way.

Turning to the mercenary clad in chain armor, with two swords on his back, I could see the look of pure exhilaration as he had spoken.

"No, what happened," A few pedestrians inquired, as it seemed they had heard of this person before.

"I Like Little Boy's just battled against a High God, and as a crippled Mid God, he managed to cut him down with a single sword stroke."

Dear god, that really is his name! That's sick!

"ILLB(I Like Little Boy's) is in! He's in!" the mercenary howled, a little short of breath, "He's in the High God Gladiator Tournament!"

'What a revolting name,' Kurt said in a soft, gentle whisper, but a few looked at him as he did.

"He's a slave; he didn't pick it." A somewhat short man snapped, delicately batting his lashes. "If you see him, you'll know someone played a prank on him! ILLB is undoubtedly a supreme warrior that would never stupe so low."

"Who the hell would name him--"

"I can think of a few people," Freya said as she smiled. "When did ILLB appear?"

"Six hundred years ago, to this day. I heard he was a slave for five hundred years but was unconscious due to his injuries that are still healing to this very day. Some say he battled a Paragon and lived to tell the tale. There are even rumors of him being a Paragon, who was defeated and fell from grace."

Could that be Arsene? No, even injured, I'm sure he could escape why stay for another hundred years as a slave?

Could it be sene?

Sending Freya a knowing look, she too nodded.

"You dick riding, bro," Sigried shamefully said.

"I'm gay, so I don't mine." The pedestrian said, licking his lips, " He's quite the handsome man, just a little too cold for my taste; a shame he's injured."

Saying a few words, we left, to a somewhat less deserted place, before looking at each other.

"Think it's worth a look?" I asked.

"Master is not one to keep a low profile, so it could very well be him." She said with a smitten smile.

I swear, what do Arsene do to these women all to fall for him?

Lilith, I get it. She's back shit crazy! But Freya is a legendary figure with Dao Cycles of Experience. How the Hell is she so taken by him?

"It's not just about that bastard," Kurt whispered, " I've had this nagging feeling on the back of my neck for a while. I say we get Arsene and leave as quickly as possible."

Siegfried grew solemn, "I've got the same feeling, but I think we should stay." he said, startling everyone, as we all had this nagging feeling.

"Why?"

"Arkanos and Ty sent me a message," he said, pulling out a holocube, " They're bringing their big sis here and would like for us to meet up with her in a week."

Big sis? Who's that?