Ok, so there are a few rules to this Realm of Spirits: Rule one don't use abilities I perceive as hax. They're not meant to be used by people, that includes me. I'm too weak to use the Abyssal Flames. Not that has stopped me recently. Rule two I can't remain in the Realm of Spirits longer than ten seconds. Any longer will damage my soul due to the forced entry. Rule three. One needs to be a control type. One that has absolute control of their bodies and soul.
It would seem being a control type is one of the requirements for entering the Realm of Spirits. And as someone who follows the Path of Ren Shii, a somewhat raged induced path, the Realm of Spirits isn't exactly a good fit for me.
It requires perfect control of every fallacy, and due to my nature, I'm simply the embodiment of chaos. I'm far too chaotic… that explains why Tene said it's good for children. With children less exposed to the world, they are more trusting of the unknown.
The Abyssal Flames and Higher-Level Darkness techniques and spells are a big no-no. But for ten seconds of each hour, I will train both my purity of qi and my knowledge. I wonder what will happen when the Aspect of Sealing reaches the next level.
"Master?" Freya asked, pulling me out of my inner thoughts. I opened my eyes and smiled at her. She's grown quite a bit in the recent years. Thank god for that. It had taken a hundred years just to regenerate my arm.
My fault, really. The moment I opened my eyes, I returned to the Realm of Spirits to conjure the Abyssal Flame. I did so about twenty-nine times before giving up because my body was about to break down.
And each time, I adapted, but for some reason, the Abyssal Flame kept changing. Only after I'd given up did I realize I was diving too deep into the Realm of Spirits. Which wasn't a bad thing, but it didn't have momentary benefit. At least none I could see. I had zero control over using this domain, yet I was trying to increase something that even peak-level entities needed to be wary of.
It was suicide, honestly.
"Ummm, Master," Freya said, lifting her head up towards me, her appearance mirroring a young teenage girl. "Lady Tenebrae, Soloman, and Lucifer have summoned me."
Scrunching my brow, I nodded, recalling the Tower and Tenebrae's New World Order initiative. And a small grin appeared on my lips. "Go with them, but bring Mimir. His wisdom is sure to have grown."
"As has his Lust."
I chuckled: "He is a knight, just like you. Or are you, by chance, still holding a grudge for what he had done?" I asked her. Mimir was, after all, the one who orchestrated Freya's torment under Oden. And it wasn't a bad plan. It's just even he failed to grasp the level of depravity Oden could inflict. That man was a monster, even by my standard.
OHHH! Shit… I forgot about Sif! Is she still being run through by demons? No… she should have ascended alongside everyone else when their memories awoke. I'm sure Zariel broke whatever deal I made for them. Im, sure he has the power to do so.
I wonder if she'll be in the right head space after all that happened. I did screw over Sif, Oden, and Zeus. Oh well. Not my problem. Whether they reincarnate to escape what i'd done or find their own path, it's of no consequence to me. That being said, they might find fault with my children… Good.
"I don't hate him as I used to." She muttered, betrayed by the gleam of sorrow she carried. "I just hate that when we first met… I wasn't the most likable person."
"Well, you were Hot, so who cares?"
She laughed. " Master, can you be any more sexist?"
I smiled mischievously. 'Of course." And I shook my head, " But it's fine. Looking back now, I could have made a lot of allies if I wasn't blinded by the need to simply kill all my enemies. You weren't an enemy, but you were on the line. I don't regret bringing you over to my side."
"I'll bring him, Master, but I was thinking of bringing Kuro and Adrian."
"You have my permission. It would be a good fit for my little disciple and his lover too–"
"They're not lovers." Freya chimed in.
"Still? My boy has no game! Well, It's fine for now. Take him along. I'll be heading to the Ruins of Olympus." I replied, rising to my feet as I pulled out my Holocube.
Zariel had mapped the location for me, so getting there was a matter of time. Still, traveling with Freya is always welcome.
"Then I shall be off, Master." She said, vanishing into a fog of mist.
"So I guess it's just us?" the alluring voice of Tiamat echoed from around Forests four sending my heart into a flutter of what was to come. She emerged wrapped in a golden red robe that only enhanced her beauty that seemed as devilishly sinful as it was alluring.
"According to the Holocube Navigations, it should take a few hundred years to get there. Care to journey with me?"
"Do you need to ask?" She inquired, unable to mask that wildfire in her eyes. And she glanced over the horizon. " But Arsene… I feel danger ahead. Rankers… are people who can all battle against Devils and Demons, Angels, and Fallen. They already tracked you down once. I suspect that we'll not get lucky next time."
"And?"
Tiamat narrowed her eyes. " You really have changed. You are far more reckless… And arrogant. Iluthath has changed, you know. Your cultivation is barely enough to exist within the Origin Realm, much less this one that stands above it. Your arrogance might end up causing your death."
"And there lies the Price of one's Pride. But I'll be fine. I have the Abyss and the Darkness as wives. I am protected… even if you can't see it." I told her, offering a hand. " Now then, dear Tia, care to continue our date? The one we never got to have before I died?"
Enjoying the shrinking of her pupils as she shuddered. She spoke:" I'd thought you—"
"Forgot? Hell no? Before death, you were the only one I ever loved. I had even told Zariel I was willing to give up the hoes for you. Although, to you… I was sure I was just a fling."
"Maybe…" she muttered. "But you're not the same man."
"Nope… I'm better."
Better, he says. But I don't know about that.
The Arsene I'd known was also arrogant, but that arrogance was layered behind his gentle smile. And his debaucherous lifestyle. But he was different now. He wasn't hiding his true self. It was almost as if he acted impulsively, but I also felt that wasn't right for some reason.
It was more like his ideas were impulsive, but the execution tended to be layered behind his schemes. It's… a strange version of the practice of Ren-Shii.
When I heard he'd be practicing, Ren-Shii, I was quite surprised. People who followed that path were barbarians. They tended to have no self-control, acting with extreme aggression when given a choice.
"Tia?" He called from up ahead and whirled to me; his scarlet eyes calm as a still lake. He pointed: "There's a city up ahead. Want to take a look?"
I merely nodded and glanced in the direction he was pointing and lifted my brow towards the Crest of the Lion. "House Garwind"
"You know it?" He asked calmly, and my skin quivered strangely like it used to by his unflinching eye.
I don't know what it was, but Arsene never masked his intent. Even when we first met. Honestly, I wanted to kill him. Were he, not Zariels brother at the time, I might have. He was a weakling, one I could kill with a flick of the palm, yet he dared to reveal such lusty intent towards me? And on our first meeting at that.
I found him rude, foolish, lustful, irritating, and childish, and— How did we even share a bed? Much less a child? Why was it we spent so much time together?
"Yes, they are one of the houses that follow the Angels' will. And I know what you're thinking: They must be hypocrites? But you're wrong. This clan is actually extremely righteous." And I stopped, noticing the curvature of his lips in a downward spiral.
He snorted: "Righteous, you say? From what I've seen, they are no different than the Fallen."
"That's because you only see their desperate sides. Arsene, how much do you even know about the Angels? And their teachings?" I asked, watching the scowl over his lips deepen, and a chuckle left my lips at his almost brooding expression.
"What? Excuse me if I find that hard to believe. But the Angels lost all credibility when they tried to kill my family. I'm sure you heard of the ambush of my little sister orchestrated by Metatron?"
"I did," I said. "But I also know of a few that are so kind even you would struggle to end the life of one: Ariel, Sariel, Zadkiel, Gabriel, even Michael at times, despite his rigid personality."
"I'm pretty sure Michael wants me dead." He pointed out, somehow missing his murderous tendencies, his cannibal nature, and his sadistic habits. I'm sure every angel hates him and for a good reason.
"I'm going to let you think on that," I told him, hoping he'd glean some insight into his own personality. "But House Garwind, a mid-size Clan, follows the will of Zadkiel, the Archangel of Mercy. From what I hear, he and Mephisto have a rivalry with each other."
"Oh?"
"Not a physical rivalry but intellectual. Zadkiel believes that benevolence must be kept in all things to further creation. In contrast, Mephisto believes that benevolence only exists to serve evil. It's quite a debate. I have the recording if you want to take a listen." I told him, watching as his eyes went wide.
"Recording?"
"What? Do you think everyone lives in the stone age when they enter the cultivation world? Many Fallen and Angel tend to visit Genisis to help advance themselves regarding engineering and technology. There is no better place than Genesis when it comes to that. And it's where most Angels and Fallen debate on issues. It makes millions. Since many people tend to gain enlightenment."
"Interesting…" He muttered, lowered his head, and snapped his gaze towards me. " Do you think, Zadkiel could absolve me of my sins?"
"..."
"..."
"Eh?"
"Hmmm. I'd like to talk to this Zadkiel. He sounds chill."
I barely told you anything about him, but he sounds chill. What is going on in his mind?
"But never mind about the Angels and Fallen. You've been quiet for a while. I don't think I've ever seen you so quiet. You were such a chatterbox that sex became the only thing that would shut you up."
The tips of my ears grew ablaze, and my chest tightened as my laughter rang. "Don't you dare bring that up!"
"Well, It's true!"
"And it's true you only lasted three minutes on our first time!"
"Signs of a true man!"
"No, it's not!!!"
"Woman, you can't shame me! I'm God Damn Arsene Fucking Snow. Not to mention, you came more than ten times in those three minutes." He shamelessly said, nodding as he licked his lips. His ashen hair fluttered beneath the gentle breeze of the winds. And he stepped closer to me." But if I remember correctly, in our last match, I made you wet your—"
Covering his mouth before more of my shame left his lips, my cheeks burned as he pulled away.
"Accept I made you pee yourself, woman! An entire bed was ruined! For shame!"
"ARSENE!!!!!" I squealed, at the top of my lungs, so hard the back of my throat cracked.
Never had I been so embarrassed that it burned.
Glaring at this bastard, laughing his ass off. I felt my eyes grow wet as silvery black scales began to protrude from my skin. Sparks of anger began to overwhelm my mind watching Arsene clenching his stomach as he knelt with laughter.
"Just die!!!!!"
Opening my mouth, all of my Qi gathered as a blazing breath of flames so powerful the layers of space began to fold into self. And yet just as a sliver of flames materialized, I felt his lips press against mine in a blinding flash.
Drawing my flames as though it was my final breath, weakness sank into my bones as his will clashed against mine.
He held me by the waist, his scarlet eyes gleaming with a teasing hue as I tried to push my will out to gain some control, but—As our tongues connected, I felt myself submitting. As if an almighty force was sinking into my mind, I felt something withing within me begin to fold.
He pulled away, smiling. " Dru'le'Ca, or Draconic Will, an Ancient Dragon Tradition, where one who wishes to find a mate must overwhelm the other to decide who is superior." And his hands grew tighter, pulling me in. "A savage tradition that gets quite brutal, as two dragons will tear at each other to assert dominance. They'd even go so far as to kill the ones they wish to mate with if they don't submit."
Bitting at my lips, he lifted his hand, raised my chin, and peered with such piercing eyes; I felt all the defenses I'd created were slowly being peeled away.
"I've never submitted," I told him. "Never."
"You will," He pulled away, taking me by the hand, "But before things get out of hand. Shall we go on a date?"
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