Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 319: Freya - Ambush

"I would have thought you would be with your brother. I believe I made myself clear," Nj?rd howled from on high. In his hand stood a gourd of wine, burning my nostril from a distance.

"We have been summoned." I reluctantly stated, turning around, only for me to tilt my head, dodging the gourd hastily targeting my head.

"I liked it better when you were under Odin. At least then your mouth was full of something then." He slurred, scuffing in disgust.

Recalling those days, I giggled, unable to help myself, "Argo has brought another guess, and I am sure he will— "

"You find this funny, Freya?" Nj?rd venomously thundered, furiously slamming his palms upon his throne, shattering them into fragments. "YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY!" he repeated once more.

Losing my smile, I withdrew, knowing he would follow.

Taking to the skies, I shot off into the realm of Muspelheim faster than light. Tearing through the barrier that linked each domain together, I arrived above a volcano smoldering with ash. The skies were dark with clouds that resembled flames, but there were no moons or stars, for this realm remained on fire, burning for all eternity. I had heard long ago that the very moon and sun it once held turned to ash due to its flame.

Feeling the searing heat char parts of my skin, a magical barrier appeared around me; even as a god, I always dreaded entering this realm, but Nj?rd even more so since he was a lord of water.

Entering a cave covered in embers hidden beneath the burning volcano, the heat around me grew even stronger, bringing a burning sweat to my skin. Pushing deeper in, I ignored the searing heat arriving at the place I had prepared long ago for Nj?rd.

Inside stood two beings, given to me by Arsene, to ensure the job. They were not miniatures but appeared to be humans in a sense.

"I do not feel Nj?rd," Zokomin, a new god, impatiently said. Glancing at his grotesque horns branching off like tree roots, I did not answer. Narrowing his crimson eyes, he licked his reptilian lips, "you know we could have some fun while we wait. I heard you were quite a warrior."

"Zokomin, speak another word, and I will be forced to explain to our king why I severed your head and allowed your soul to wander the realm of purgatory for all eternity," said Zelvak, the only devil that had appeared to this day or at least he was the only one Anya and Mare had allowed me to see.

Zelvak was a little scary to me; while Zokomin and the rest were savages, he was kind, quiet, and a little amusing. He appeared utterly normal and handsome with his long jet black hair tied together and the traditional black suit I saw Arsene always wear, but there was a deep darkness that clawed at my heart every time I saw him.

Apparently, he was Ezra's caretaker before she left, but that did not lower my fears in the least. Especially when I recalled the amount of death that followed to create the city of flames.

"He is not our king I—"

"then shall I sever your head now or wait till we arrive before the Ashen King? I am quite flexible." He lightly inquired with a kind smile, "Speak less Zokomin, a low-grade demon-like yourself should understand its place."

Noticing the rage burning within Zokomin's scarlet eyes, I did not get involved. Demons and Devils were, after all, widely known for not liking each other.

Remarking at the cooling of Muspelheim, I knew he had arrived. It was always like this; that idiot would go out of his way to chill the realm of fire due to feeling a little uncomfortable. An idiotic task since all the realms needed Muspelheim to function. It was the source of all Yang in our pantheon.

"You two know what to do, right?"

Getting a response from Zelvak, I eyed Zokomin with a deep icy stare. Noticing the utter disregard for my plan, I secretly sent a spiritual message to Arsene using my Divine Sense. I did not need those I could not control, and neither did Arsene.

"Freya, you whore, where the hell are you?" He shouted, already losing my trail.

Sending a glance towards Zelvak, who gave a warm smile, I slowly made my way back up to to the surface, scrunching my brow to the idiot still drinking I scuffed.

"You moron, Lord Argo has brought a guess. Why the hell do you think we are here? Get your shit together and follow me!"

Glaring viciously at me, a vibrant azure divinity glowed from Nj?rd like a budding flame. Losing his drunken appearance, he coldly nodded, regaining his grace.

Walking back down, Nj?rd began to probe, "Who is it?"

"Zokomin, a traitor from the demon race. I am sure you can feel the demonic energy present, correct?" I said, knowing that I could not hide it. Nj?rd may be a fool at times, but he was still a king.

"From Arsene house?"

Scuffing at the thought, I rolled my eyes, "Arsene? You should know him better than that; no one betrays him. He has made damn sure of that. Now shall we—"

Hastily waving my hands, a magical formation filled with primordial runes instantly showered my body as a golden light passed through my body, decimating the entire volcano I was within.

Feeling the Holy Energy untouched by creation, my eyes widened as I shouted out at the two creatures with two large silver wings and a golden halo upon their heads.

Suddenly Zelvak and Zokomin charged out, clashing with things I believe to be angels from the Seven Heavens.

Paling I didn't wait to understand what was happening as the Laws of Death showered the flaming domain of Muspelheim.

"FREYA, WHAT IS HAPPENED!" Nj?rd screamed, covered in blood, as his Azure divinity protected him.

I was free of damage due to my spell that shifted my body into another dimension, but he was lightly injured.

Drawing my sword, the laws of death pulled at my blade, twisting into the reaper's blade. Slashing towards Nj?rd in haste, his eyes widened as his arm flew high whin the air.

Screaming out, Nj?rd's entire body, including his missing arm, exploded into divine water, forming a distance away. However, I was there to meet his retreat.

"You have an Emblem?" Nj?rd screamed, growing even paler.

Howling in laughter, I pointed my fingers towards Nj?rd, "Incineration wave,"

Suddenly my crest appeared burning with the elemental power of fire. When all of the flaming energy of Muspelheim came to my fingertips. While another crest appeared, freezing all of the space so that nothing could get in or out.

Wisping my fingers down, a flaming crescent moon came into creation, burning hotter than the stars that govern the bed of chaos.

BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not daring to let up, my index finger continued to glimmer even more as I continually flicked my fingers out, bringing about a flaming inferno!

"DIE!" A sinister voice from behind echoed out as my sigil appeared, creating one of my strongest barriers that could transfer all types of energy I came in contact with. This circle was not meant for combat but to protect a sect or clan. However, watching the flaming sword at the tip of my eye, I knew what needed to be done.