Monarch of Darkness, Arsene-Chapter 1063 Winterpool Call To Arms
Soaring out of the ravine, I wiped away the water streaming from my brow into my eyes and turned towards the azure skies dancing with vibrant clouds.
Curse that bastard. I swear I can't wait to be able to kick his ass. That bastard has too much control. His influence on the Fallen of Hell is especially high. This entire crusade to Arcadia was Mephisto calling in favors.
What do you do when a snake calls in all the favors he has collected? While Michael will be dealt with accordingly to Mephisto's will, there will surely be a bitter taste in my mouth. That bastard just stole my plan and played me.
Nevertheless, the conversation I had with Belfegore was quite enlightening. Shiva, the Supreme God. To think there'd be a God out there from a different pantheon more powerful than the Angels and Fallen. But is he still stronger? Each day is a day for the Fallen to grow strong. It's not like they'll not have breakthroughs or enter a deeper state of enlightenment.
A frightening opponent Mephisto can be, and I've yet to meet Blood Lord Ishar, who seems to be at the top of Mephisto's hierarchy.
Shaking my head, a sensation of pressure reigned over my chest, crushing down on my heart as I hovered over this azure morning.
Conjuring a vortex of darkness, I reentered the Eben Forest, landing within my palace where my demonic ambassador sat with a childish smile.
"Burn-Burn-Burn for Zanris!" The little devil evilly sang, lighting a man on fire. "Master will accept no less than one billion!"
"Master Zanris! Please! We employ you. Listen, we are but a small town. A hundred Celest Crystals are all we have combined! There's no way to—"
"BURN~BURN~BURN~!" MWHAHAHAHA," Cried the lovable lass searing away the flesh of a man I can only assume was the governor or priest while laughing uncontrollably.
Note to self keep Zanris away from official tasks. My god. Such a waste of ingredients.
Listening to the painful torments of flames eating away at the young-looking man tearing away his features till only a char exoskeleton remained. Tears filled the villager's eyes. Zanris dropped the still body and shifted her scarlet eyes towards the trembling men.
"You've got children, right? Sell their little asses. There is a quota, and If you can't meet it. There will be consequences. I don't care what you do. It was your village that refused the call to arms. So you must accept the…. Oh, Master! Hi! It's me! Zan! Hi~Hi~Hi~"
Eyes sparkling like unparalleled gems that seemed to carry the noble flames seen only in the hells, Zan touched her plum lips that grew arched. " Has Master come to play with Zan? Zan watched this movie and learned a new move she wants Master to try."
"..."
I love Zan. So carefree!
"Perhaps another time. I see you are taking a liking to your rule."
Hints of dismay dimmed her vibrant eyes as she moped. " Zan likes, but Master, are you sure? You look so stressed! And… wet. Zan can make you a hot bath and a warm meal to fill your tummy and keep your bed warm. Zan even went out of her way to create a new technique that makes Master never have enough!"
Feeling my lance harden a little at the eager stair of this demoness, I was about to shake my head when Zan suddenly clapped her hands together. "Oh, Zan has an idea! Master, come sit. Sit. You three fuck off! It's me a master's time. Miss Shade! Hello! Hello! Come give us a report!"
A little confused at whom Zanris was speaking of, I was suddenly dragged before my throne and forced down as Zan parted my legs, finding her way on her knees with a semi-hard lance trembling for action already in her warm hands.
"Zan, who are you—"
"Shall I come back?" A soft milky voice sang, shifting my attention away from the mischievous lass to the pale grey skin goddess, with a pair of golden eyes shimmering wonder alongside a set of two horns.
"Shar~la~" Feeling Zan dive right in, my left hand grabbed hold of her head as her tongue swirled around my lower head, depriving me of air, as a grunt escaped through my teeth.
"Ummm… Can I go?"
"No!" I uttered, getting into the rhythm of Zans advanced technique. "Tell me about Winterpool!"
"Lord Snow… this seems. Well, it seems inappropriate."
,m "I'm a king. If I can't get my dick sucked and listen to a report. Then life has no meaning." I countered, utterly melting in Zans arms. She was good! Almost as good as Levi. "So either join in or finish the report."
The paling of Sharla's cheeks was all too noticeable despite her grey skin; she took a hesitant step back and bowed.
"Winterpool wants nothing to do with us and has been preparing for war; They have allied themselves with the Court of Nox and house over ten Paragons. Seven Monuments depicting the God: Talsa, Rekna, Devos, Setsuna, Raj'on, Mithra, and Lunafreya, have all been built as a source of—
*SLURP!~
Sharla's eyes widened as the symphony of Zan's head bob bounced over my cock. I groaned, feeling my feet shutter as she became more aggressive and passionate: My toes practically curled at this sensation.
The little shade blushed, bowing her head. " —As sources of worship… My Lord. They have amassed an army of—"
"Speak up. I can't hear you." I hissed, placing two hands over Zan's silky hair, pushing her down deeper till my cock hit the back of her throat, pausing her symphony as she gagged.
"LEADING THE ARMY IS—"
"Too loud,"
'I—
"Speak up!" 𝗳𝐫𝘦e𝘸𝗲𝚋𝓃𝚘v𝘦𝘭.𝑐𝒐m
'I—
"I said—"
"I can't do this!" Vanishing before my eyes, a bust of snow plumped Zans cheeks. With teary eyes, she swallowed it all down and cleaned up, leaving no stone unturned.
"Done! Zan, did good?"
Patting her lovable head, I nodded, "Next time, I expect you to be in your demonic form. I love your scales and horns."
Zanris's clothes suddenly seared away to ash as a river of beautiful black scales surfaced alongside a set of elegant horns consumed with runes belonging to Noctem and the Hells. She turned around, revealing her backside, bent over, and her hands reached up, parting her two cheeks that revealed a pink heaven.
"Still want to leave?"
