Monarch Of Darkness, Arsene

"Hey Cerb, do you know where to go?" I bitterly questioned, turning to the large beast licking the hand that held Mimir.

"Damn it, Arsene. Stop this!" The God of Wisdom screamed while the glow within his eyes began to dim.

Chuckling, I patted Cerb, smirking towards the head, "Don't blame me, Mimir. Save that for Freya. What the hell did you do to deserve... well, this hell?" I asked, lifting his head away from Cerberus to his relief

"It was I who negotiated the deal with the Vanir's. Freya was young and innocent at the time, like many of the gods. You must understand, Arsene, the mental age of gods, cannot compare to humans. Our lives are endless; the only downside is that we mature slowly, and Freya was not too familiar with the concepts of schemes. So pushing her in a corner was my idea."

"Come now, Mimir, are you telling me none saw through your plan?"

"Sure, but who would be foolish enough to stop it? This benefited both sides; giving up Freya was well within the acceptable limit." Mimir bitterly said, proving how ruthless the Gods were, or maybe it was only a matter of time before this happened. They are slaves to destiny, and with Odin dead, the fates of many are on hold. For now, at least.

Walking through the halls of the Underworld Palace, my gaze began to pick up on the various shades, ghosts that roamed about. Several of them were fragmented, while others were fully formed capable of speech. However, one thing they had in common was their appearance. That resembled the outline of a person except with no defining features aside from the dark fade upon their transparent bodies.

"Do you know what Freya did to you?" I inquired, peering into the hearts of the shades to gauge the full extent of my abilities.

"Freya is a monster when it comes to Circles. Her ability to create and miniplate Qi is on a level of its own. Her talent with spells could even rival those within the top brass of Nox. After she severed my head, I am sure she had the ability to bring me back to life. That madwoman is consumed in vengeance. I am glad she gave me to you, though. Being by her side would be dangerous.

Continuing on, I narrowed my eyes at Mimirs words, "Do you think she is watching me right now?" I coldly asked.

"No, I believe she can kill me and control my thoughts within our realm, but once we entered the Shadow Realm, I was free of her control, at least for now," Mimir stated. I, however, begged to differ. If I was Freya, then I would force Mimir to say such foolish words. Nevertheless, I trust Freya, at least for now. She is blinded by vengeance; that is the only thing I need to know to trust her.

"Arsene? Is that you?" A lazy voice echoed out. Widening my eyes at the God resting behind a corridor, I smirked.

"Well, well, if it isn't Hypnos." I joyfully said, watching the silver-headed God with lazy eyes rest upon the ground, "Good to see you again; I just met your dick of a brother."

Hiccuping, the God of Sleep smiled, "You should not be wandering these halls. The Furies are quite angry today. Zag pulled a prank on them. They are furious... hehe, get it?"

Rolling my eyes, I holstered Hypnos up." Come on! "I vibrantly said, " take me to Hades. I don't have a lot of time. I must return to my castle soon. I am in the middle of a war."

Yawning, Hypnos pouted, "Fine, but you will have to see him on your own; I still have a report I needed to give him."

"Um, then why not come with me?" I hesitantly asked.

"It was from five hundred years ago. I misplaced it, so I am sleeping on it till Hades forgets about it." He said with a sheepish grin.

Chuckling at his odd character, I shook my head in wonder, "You are nothing like your brother." I exclaimed, "Guess that's a good thing.

Shrugging without care, Hypnos led me through the ancient halls towards a magnificent obsidian door radiating a crimson light., The doors were wide open, with an endless stream of shade standing in a single line.

"What is this?" I lightly inquired.

"Hades is a king. He sometimes has to hear the pleads of his subjects. These are the souls who want to contest the suffering they must face."

"Denied!" The booming voice of Hades echoed

Shaking in his boots, Hypnos shook his head, handing me a sheet of paper, "Take this to Hades, and I will give you some Ambrosia."

Chuckling, I nodded, "fine, but two bottles I never had any before." I greedily said with an evil smile.

Gritting his teeth, Hypnos nodded, hanging his shoulder low. Digging into his robes, he pulled out two bottles of amber-colored liquid. Pursing, his lips his sleepy eyes drooped even lower, "Tell him that you found them."

"But of course, " I said, placing the two bottles within the Ring of Bael. Snickering, I left, heading into the throne room of hades. Watching Hades high up upon his throne glaring at the various shades, while by his side, I saw melinoë snickering at his angry appearance.

"Your alive?" melinoë shouted out in shock, "I thought Cerb would at least have taken an arm. Bad doggie!"

Clenching my teeth, the flames of vengeance grew, "Hades don't you think its time for melinoë to return home? She has, after all, completed her mission."

Turning white as snow, melinoë gasped, unable to even speak as I smiled darkly before everything came crashing into my head. Remembering she was a part of my army, I hastily shouted."Wait fuck forget what I said!"

"Idiot!" Said Hades waving me off, "You two leave. I am quite busy and have no time to entertain your foolish routine.

"I'm afraid I can't. I just met someone called Areion, God of Slaughter and Chaos. You ever heard of him?" I said, insisting on staying.

Growling in response, Hades clenched his fist, "Megaera send the shades away. I will handle it another day and have Hyphestus me with me." He said in a booming voice that echoed throughout his throne room. That resembled more of a courtroom than a throne room.

"As you command, Your Grace," the effeminate voice of Megaera resounded from the shadows of hades as a being of darkness materialized. She stood around my height with sharp eyes radiating crimson and dressed like a warrior, with a strange sword that looked to be broken up into seven pieces by her waist. A firey aura could be felt around her as she stood confidently before the God of the Underworld.

"Shut up, Meg!" I shouted, imitating an old memory, covering my mouth in haste. I cursed. I had to. I just had to say it! This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity... Megaera is going to kill me.