Dismissing the Spear of Noctem back into my soul the moment Balor and Raziel disappeared, I frown, making a mental note that I need to work on my Intent. The only way to stop regeneration and other annoying traits like that was by using Intent.
"You and the children fine?" I directed to Lilith, knowing she was watching through my eyes.
"I am, but the chibi's are hungry, and so am i. I'm eating pickles and mayo right now."
My stomach wanted to puke when those words left her mouth, "That's disgusting. I swear people eat shit like that but somehow eating people is wrong."
"I don't think anyone has the time to unpack that statement. Whatever, hurry it up. We're hungry!"
A little annoyed, I looked back at the fading formation, which Zantar called infinite Grigori. Noticing the cold stares of everyone, alongside the blood stains they all held over their tattered clothing; I knew that formation was nothing to scuff at. Everyone there was a Paragon, and yet they all looked defeated. I wonder the price Zantar had to pay.
Holding my side bleeding out, I narrowed my eyes, sensing my body's lack of divinity. But moving with the darkness did not require divinity.
I really wanted to fight Zena, but looking at their annoyed expressions, I'll save that for later.
"Thanks, everyone, but I'm gonna go!" I shouted, blinking back into the city, barely touched by our battle. I gave a long sighed relief at both the illusion of Mephisto returning and the aura of Vinay in the far south of the city.
Knowing it would be strange for a person to see a man bleeding out on the street, I summoned the Flames of the abyss to remove Raziel's Intent, which was surprisingly weak compared to mine. In but an hour, the Intent burned away, and my wound mended.
"There." Stretching my arms to ensure nothing was wrong, I nodded. " Gods with everything that happened. I might need to adjust a few plans. Balor and Zantar will be preparing for me in the future. These Paragon Level battles are going to be extremely dangerous.
Peering into the darkness, the image of Vinay hastily gathering her clothing appeared in my mind as sweat swelled from her brow and her daughter's cry rang. The house she resided in was messy, and the husband was frantic.
"V, this is insane! We can't just leave! We have work and bills; For goodness sake, we have a child. How the Hell do you expect us to just liv—"
"Figure it out, Xelf. But we have to go! He-He-he's here!"
"He?" Xelf, another familiar man said, catching me off guard, as I never forget a victim. Let's see number twenty-seven. A software engineer with an appetite for ice cream, so much so his blood was so sweet, I was forced to think of a sweet and savory dish. And as a new cook, that was a challenge. Guess I'll settle on Chili this time. With a bit of a twist. Sweet nodes with a solid savory finish. I'll roast the little one like turkey. Shall I make it Hawaiian style? Lilith does have some weird appetite. I guess I'll make various cultural dishes. And here I thought Asian fusion was strange.
"You-You don't mean?"
"YES!!!! HE'S BACK; HE'S HERE!!!! The Spawn of Satan is here!"
"I'm not so bad." I murmured to myself, " You guys are mean. Name-calling? Really?" Walking towards the south district, despite being able to get there instantly, I figured I'd pick various herbs that caught my eye.
But I also wanted to watch Vinay and Xelf squirm. I wanted to see if they'll go to the one who resurrected them. After all, you never really get to kill the same person twice. I wonder if they taste the same; God, I hope not. That'll be like eating leftovers.
And Arsene doesn't do leftovers.
A/N: He does. The bastard eats everything! I can't keep him out of my fridge.
Enjoying my little shopping spree, or stealing spree, as I realized I didn't have money quite early on, I maintained a level eye upon Vinay as she began to flee, taking the south gate into the outside world.
And since they were both Low Gods, the flight was not a realistic reality as they ran on foot. Sweat dripped from their brow as their child continued to wail in the mother's arms.
"We must head north!"
"Then why the hell didn't we take the north gate!"
"BECAUSE HE's THERE! JUST SHUT UP AND FOLLOW ME!!!" Vinay cried, holding her baby girl so tightly the child's wails began to subside. Sending the mother into fright as she released her hold, and the cries resounded.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Forgive mommy. Please, forgive her!" Vinay pleaded as I laughed, blinking right in front of them.
YOU!!!"
"Am I a matchmaker or what? Two of my entree's found, love! Adorable!" I cheered, clapping my hands together. "So, who wants to go first?"
"Get out of here! I'll hold him back!" Xelf said, his tone dropping as he pushed ahead, legs trembling like I were a monster.
"So I scare you?" I teased, arching my arms behind my back.
"LEAVE!" Xelf cried as his tone cracked.
Not bothering to look at the mother, as her time will come, I simply stared at Xelf, who died at age twenty-seven on August 16,10:39 am.
"Hello there."
"Why?" he asked. " Why do this? Why!"
"Did you know your sister took a shit on your grave? After the cops gave up looking for you?" I said, recalling that night, I was about to knock out my sixty-eighth victim." I was distracted, and sadly my target got away. So I have to ask. What the Hell did you do to piss her off so much? She took a shit on your grave?"
Xelf's expression crumbled as he glanced towards the direction Vinay fled, already at the northern entrance, Trying to blend with a caravan leaving the city.
"Go to hell."
I sighed. "Fine, fine." I said and grew a little serious, " But you will tell me who brought you back to life with your memories intact."
A lump had seemed to form within the back of Xelf's throat as he staggered back, " You! You attacked us because of that reason alone!"
"I mean, if you say it like that, it makes me look like the bad guy, but yeah. I did." I scratched my cheek, and a cheeky chuckle left my lips, " Fine, it's kind of fucked up now that I think about it, but I just bought all the ingredients."
"You will not get away with this! I assure you! You will pay. Someone will—"
'Come along to kill me?" I finished, rolling my eyes, " Whatever. No one gives a single fuck about you. But it seems like we are still naive that I will simply kill you or you're—" I paused, lifting my lips, " Or your child."
Xelf's pupils shrunk to a fine point as he staggered back with tensed shoulders and a tightened jaw, "Please, not her. Not my baby girl." He pleaded, his voice cracking as he slowly fell to his knees.
"Then tell me what I want," I said in a soft-spoken voice.
"All I can remember much was his scarlet eyes, talking to someone named mepfii. No, that's not right, Meglio. I can't recall the name but—
"Mephisto?"
"Yes! That's it!" Xelf hurriedly amended. "That's it. That's who the red eye one was speaking to in an icy tone." His head touched the dirt, "He spoke to him, and-and Mephisto warned him."
"Warned him of what?"
"Of raising the Dead, I am not the only one, my lord. All you've killed are returning. We were all in pods at the time, but it seems like our creator just—"
"Silence. Let me think."
The resurrection of the dead, Mephisto's involvement, all this has to be a part of some fallen game with me. But to what end? What could he—
'What did he do to you?"
Xelf lifted his head and frowned, " Well, when we all awoke. We were dealing with someone named Arawn, his features were blocked by black fog, but he said his master would require we train. We fought and killed one another until we were thrown away."
Arawn? As in the Celtic God of the Underworld? There involved? No, that's not what's important. This Fallen is looking for a Disciple. And he's using my victims. That is genius. But it seems Xelf and Vinay were the ones thrown away. Unlucky bastards.
"And this Arawn. What can you tell me about him?" I patiently asked, intrigued by the fear the name held in Xelf as he bowed his head even lower.
"He was without feeling. I rarely encountered him, but on the days I did, he would pierce spikes into my soul and brain, sending volts to enhance my mental faculties. His goal was to create a new type of human."
"I see." I wonder where exactly this was? Was Xelf experimented on in the Bed of Chaos? Is that possible? Well, whatever.
Constructing a Shadow Sword with my Darkness, my blade plunged into the head of Xelf tearing his life away while also ensuring not an ounce of blood spilled. I placed his carcass into the ring of bael.
Now off to Vinay! Such a beauty now. Shame she's got to die. I would have loved to—My thought patterns are different. Enjoyment of torment. That sounds like old Sene. God damn it! But wait, Old Sene was not cautious. I feel cautious. Interesting. I may need to make a detailed analysis on myself a little later.
Now. Let's think logically for a second. I've met most of the Fallen who came to this world. The only ones I've not met were: Chemosh.
So he must be the Fallen resurrecting my—Wait, what about people I killed in the past before I became Arsene? Does this list also include the people Zariel and I—
My head snapped to the faded image of Iliah, and a bit of unease—
'I've already found my target, Arsene Snow." A ghastly voice filled with enough malice to make my spine reel announced.
Turning to look at the ashen-headed Fallen with scarlet eyes, seemingly younger looking than the other fallen that usually looked to be in the there early to mid-twenties. The one before me seemed to look around fifteen or sixteen. He wasn't very tall, but his feature was defiantly extravagant, as was the aura of grace he held.
"Chemosh, I presume," I said, and he nodded.
"I'll leave my toy for you to entertain, as he'll show himself soon. Although if I could make a request. Do keep him away from Iliah. I wouldn't want to deal with Zariels anger more than I already am."
"What do you mean?" I asked as he looked at me with utter surprise.
"You've not figured it out? When you heard House Lazarus. I would have thought something would have gone off. It seems I've overestimated you." He said as a shadow suddenly appeared behind him.
My eyes narrowed as I felt a monstrous power emanating from this shadow, "It's begun; shall I restrict it?"
"You shouldn't have ignored the Abyssal Fiends in this land, Mr. Snow. Until we meet at the precipice of this war," Chemosh uttered as he vanished into the void alongside the shadow.
"House Lazarus," I repeated, recalling the last people to bring up such a thing.
If my memories haven't been damaged by the endless years of torture, it was that Clan of Ninja warriors. I'd wanted to speak to them regarding it, but I had decided to train instead.
Pulling out a Holocube, my eyes narrowed as I immediately called Freya, who picked up after the first ring.
"My lord."
"Where is my brother?"
Freya's brow scrunched at my tone. " He is on his way to the city to be with the other chosen. Richter Snow is being guarded by a team of—"
"When was the last time they checked in?" I couldn't help but ask, thinking of the worst-case scenario.
"It's been a while, my lord," Freya revealed, narrowing her pearly red eyes, " Shall I send out a search party?"
I shook my head. " that will not be necessary. I only wanted to confirm my theory. Should Rictor appear in this city, You are to inform me if he acts up. Tear all his limbs off his body and shatter his soul till nothing is left. I need his body, not his mind. In fact. The moment you see him do that. "
Ok, so there's a dark chapter next chapter. So this is your warning.
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