Chapter 324: Zalvek - Arch-Angel Yeshamiel
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"I would," Said the ethereal voice, as the light around the heavens began to bend and twist till a magical being that sent my heart into fear appeared. It had long golden air that stretched to his back and eyes that matched his hair. He was handsome, bordering feminine, but there was a power touching upon the Kings of Hell.
Falling on one knee upon the Scalet Lake, the Angels saluted, "Arch Angel Yeshamiel, it's quite an honor."
Waving his hands to Elsa, who did not even waver, Arsene observed the angelic warrior, "You look different from my memories? Did you grow your hear out?" He oddly asked while Elsa poured the angel a cup of tea like it was nothing.
"An abyssal being pouring me tea? Now that is an honor; you seem to be quite lucky, Lord Snow. Especially with such a captivating woman by your side," Said Yeshamiel, not entertaining the thought of answering Arsene's question.
"Yet I am in the middle of a trial, force to take part."
"We cannot always have everything," said the archangel.
"Than you have never seen a devil before."
Narrowing his eyes, Yeshamiel smiled, taking a sip; arching his brow, he frowned, "Mortal tea? Are you trying to insult me?"
"Does tea need to be a part the heavens to enjoy? I have always found mortal tea more flavorful than tea that provides benefits?" Said Salazar, taking a sip.
"I would have to agree," Grey added, smiling with eyes that did not meet his eyes, "it's constant, never changing, unlike tea that fuels onse qi."
Glancing at the mortals for a second, Yeshamiel did not speak, merely resting his sharp eyes upon Arsene for a while, "It will seem, you have brought you blood. How strange such people could create a thing like yourself." He uttered, not in the least offended, taking another sip. "but tell me, boy, how do you expect us to kill Sitri? Who is watching us as we speak?"
Not responding to Yeshamiel, Arsene arose for the first time with hands behind his back. Peering towards the dark skies, he replied, "Yeshamiel, why have your angels not killed me yet?"
Hiding his lips behind his cup, Yeshamiel narrowed his eyes but did not reply.
"I am sure they had some motives, but don't you think it's strange they did not outright kill me? Why play these games? I am sure you can feel my blood is not only demons and Devils, but it also holds the blood of a human, and high elf, and something I am sure you can feel."
"Tenebrae,"
"Shadowfell actually," Arsene indifferently remarked, "Not only that, but I also hold the flames of hellfire. Honestly, I was a little bothered why Asmodeus even had me gather these flames, but it seems I should be grateful."
"What are you trying to imply, Arsene?" Yeshamiel coldly asked, lowering his cup.
"I am sure you understand, for even Soloman, a man I have not once crossed or met is standing against me. Are angels not the same? You wish for these flames but are aware they cannot be teetered to anyone but me."
"For now," Yeshamiel confirmed, smiling coldly with lustful eyes.
"yes, for now," Arsene repeated, not in the least bothered. Opening his palm, a black flame suddenly began to form. Eying it for a moment, I felt fear from my very roots. Knowing my lord did not understand the full extent of those flames, I backed away.
"So, Sitri, assuming we can kill him, I can understand what we will get from it, but what of you?" Yeshamiel inquired, rising from his chair pacing closer towards Arsene.
Glancing at the flaming halo above his head, Arsene shrugged, "No need for you to know; I just want your word."
Scuffing, Yeshamiel snickered, "You truly are different in person, but fine. You have my word that I shall assist you upon the day, Sitri appears, and you call my name."
Raising his hands, the air turned dark as a powerful killing intent covered the world. Suddenly every powerful being within the Norse mythology began to appear as the world began to tremble in fear, and the air began to turn to flames.
Placing Grey, Elsa, and Salazar in a protective bubble, Arsene did not waver as the flames did in the least bother him.
"Arsene, are you sure about this?" Lord Sitri viciously asked with a naked being that drew my attention behind him. Pressing his palm upon its scalped head, I frown, hearing no whisper of a name from that thing by his side.
"Arsene, " Grey replied as he turned to My lord.
Smiling for the first time, Arsene's gaze warmed before turning so icy I felt I was staring at Lord Asmodeus himself.
"Sitri, I don't believe I invited you?"
"You are going against the rules; the blood of us devils run through your veins. Yet you are colluding with angels?"
"Scared?" Yeshamiel inquired darkly.
"Against a loser? Hmph," Lord Sitri scuffed, "but Arsene, how do you like her? She doesn't even remember her own name anymore."
"Torment of Azeroth?" I muttered beneath my breath.
"Zalvek, it would seem Lord Asmodeus released you; I hope you are enjoying your stay? For It will be quite a short one, this trial is over."
"I would agree," Said Arsene shaking the palm of Yeshamiel. "And I would prepare if I was you."
"Prepare? Form what? You expect an Arch Angel to put up a fight?" he scornfully bellowed, sending the plane into a state of disorder.
Coughing up a mouthful of blood, I rushed to Arsene's side, pushing Demonic energy into his body. Yet aside from the smile that never left his face, Arsene chuckled.
"Let's go. I am done," he said without care, teleporting everyone, including myself, away.
Twitching my eye at the blatant disrespect Arsene turned to me, "Get ready to head to Asgard and Vanaheim in a few months; we will be spending a few years there."
"Huh! You're leaving again!" Elsa desperately shouted out, clenching the collar of The Ashen King, "What of master?"
"I will get her in nine years. For now, I need to train and take over the nine realms. Asgard, Vanaheim, and... "
"I will handle them; you just focus on training." Greyson coldly said, "but I will need a better understanding of what is going on. Cold reading an entire room to understand what is going on can only tell me a few things."
"And are you turning us into demons or devils?" Salazar asked, silencing the room.
Staring at his uncle Arsene shook his head, "I am not; you will be a part of my Noctem bloodline; I do not want you to have demon and devil bloodlines. Especially you grey, I would expect you to still want to be with your lover 'if' she is able to return alive."
Shocked by his words, grey nodded without hesitation, "Than ready yourselves, when I find the time, I will come to find you." He said, vanishing into the shadow realm.
"Master sure knows how to keep busy."
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"I would," Said the ethereal voice, as the light around the heavens began to bend and twist till a magical being that sent my heart into fear appeared. It had long golden air that stretched to his back and eyes that matched his hair. He was handsome, bordering feminine, but there was a power touching upon the Kings of Hell.
Falling on one knee upon the Scalet Lake, the Angels saluted, "Arch Angel Yeshamiel, it's quite an honor."
Waving his hands to Elsa, who did not even waver, Arsene observed the angelic warrior, "You look different from my memories? Did you grow your hear out?" He oddly asked while Elsa poured the angel a cup of tea like it was nothing.
"An abyssal being pouring me tea? Now that is an honor; you seem to be quite lucky, Lord Snow. Especially with such a captivating woman by your side," Said Yeshamiel, not entertaining the thought of answering Arsene's question.
"Yet I am in the middle of a trial, force to take part."
"We cannot always have everything," said the archangel.
"Than you have never seen a devil before."
Narrowing his eyes, Yeshamiel smiled, taking a sip; arching his brow, he frowned, "Mortal tea? Are you trying to insult me?"
"Does tea need to be a part the heavens to enjoy? I have always found mortal tea more flavorful than tea that provides benefits?" Said Salazar, taking a sip.
"I would have to agree," Grey added, smiling with eyes that did not meet his eyes, "it's constant, never changing, unlike tea that fuels onse qi."
Glancing at the mortals for a second, Yeshamiel did not speak, merely resting his sharp eyes upon Arsene for a while, "It will seem, you have brought you blood. How strange such people could create a thing like yourself." He uttered, not in the least offended, taking another sip. "but tell me, boy, how do you expect us to kill Sitri? Who is watching us as we speak?"
Not responding to Yeshamiel, Arsene arose for the first time with hands behind his back. Peering towards the dark skies, he replied, "Yeshamiel, why have your angels not killed me yet?"
Hiding his lips behind his cup, Yeshamiel narrowed his eyes but did not reply.
"I am sure they had some motives, but don't you think it's strange they did not outright kill me? Why play these games? I am sure you can feel my blood is not only demons and Devils, but it also holds the blood of a human, and high elf, and something I am sure you can feel."
"Tenebrae,"
"Shadowfell actually," Arsene indifferently remarked, "Not only that, but I also hold the flames of hellfire. Honestly, I was a little bothered why Asmodeus even had me gather these flames, but it seems I should be grateful."
"What are you trying to imply, Arsene?" Yeshamiel coldly asked, lowering his cup.
"I am sure you understand, for even Soloman, a man I have not once crossed or met is standing against me. Are angels not the same? You wish for these flames but are aware they cannot be teetered to anyone but me."
"For now," Yeshamiel confirmed, smiling coldly with lustful eyes.
"yes, for now," Arsene repeated, not in the least bothered. Opening his palm, a black flame suddenly began to form. Eying it for a moment, I felt fear from my very roots. Knowing my lord did not understand the full extent of those flames, I backed away.
"So, Sitri, assuming we can kill him, I can understand what we will get from it, but what of you?" Yeshamiel inquired, rising from his chair pacing closer towards Arsene.
Glancing at the flaming halo above his head, Arsene shrugged, "No need for you to know; I just want your word."
Scuffing, Yeshamiel snickered, "You truly are different in person, but fine. You have my word that I shall assist you upon the day, Sitri appears, and you call my name."
Raising his hands, the air turned dark as a powerful killing intent covered the world. Suddenly every powerful being within the Norse mythology began to appear as the world began to tremble in fear, and the air began to turn to flames.
Placing Grey, Elsa, and Salazar in a protective bubble, Arsene did not waver as the flames did in the least bother him.
"Arsene, are you sure about this?" Lord Sitri viciously asked with a naked being that drew my attention behind him. Pressing his palm upon its scalped head, I frown, hearing no whisper of a name from that thing by his side.
"Arsene, " Grey replied as he turned to My lord.
Smiling for the first time, Arsene's gaze warmed before turning so icy I felt I was staring at Lord Asmodeus himself.
"Sitri, I don't believe I invited you?"
"You are going against the rules; the blood of us devils run through your veins. Yet you are colluding with angels?"
"Scared?" Yeshamiel inquired darkly.
"Against a loser? Hmph," Lord Sitri scuffed, "but Arsene, how do you like her? She doesn't even remember her own name anymore."
"Torment of Azeroth?" I muttered beneath my breath.
"Zalvek, it would seem Lord Asmodeus released you; I hope you are enjoying your stay? For It will be quite a short one, this trial is over."
"I would agree," Said Arsene shaking the palm of Yeshamiel. "And I would prepare if I was you."
"Prepare? Form what? You expect an Arch Angel to put up a fight?" he scornfully bellowed, sending the plane into a state of disorder.
Coughing up a mouthful of blood, I rushed to Arsene's side, pushing Demonic energy into his body. Yet aside from the smile that never left his face, Arsene chuckled.
"Let's go. I am done," he said without care, teleporting everyone, including myself, away.
Twitching my eye at the blatant disrespect Arsene turned to me, "Get ready to head to Asgard and Vanaheim in a few months; we will be spending a few years there."
"Huh! You're leaving again!" Elsa desperately shouted out, clenching the collar of The Ashen King, "What of master?"
"I will get her in nine years. For now, I need to train and take over the nine realms. Asgard, Vanaheim, and... "
"I will handle them; you just focus on training." Greyson coldly said, "but I will need a better understanding of what is going on. Cold reading an entire room to understand what is going on can only tell me a few things."
"And are you turning us into demons or devils?" Salazar asked, silencing the room.
Staring at his uncle Arsene shook his head, "I am not; you will be a part of my Noctem bloodline; I do not want you to have demon and devil bloodlines. Especially you grey, I would expect you to still want to be with your lover 'if' she is able to return alive."
Shocked by his words, grey nodded without hesitation, "Than ready yourselves, when I find the time, I will come to find you." He said, vanishing into the shadow realm.
"Master sure knows how to keep busy."
"I would," Said the ethereal voice, as the light around the heavens began to bend and twist till a magical being that sent my heart into fear appeared. It had long golden air that stretched to his back and eyes that matched his hair. He was handsome, bordering feminine, but there was a power touching upon the Kings of Hell.Falling on one knee upon the Scalet Lake, the Angels saluted, "Arch Angel Yeshamiel, it's quite an honor."Waving his hands to Elsa, who did not even waver, Arsene observed the angelic warrior, "You look different from my memories? Did you grow your hear out?" He oddly asked while Elsa poured the angel a cup of tea like it was nothing."An abyssal being pouring me tea? Now that is an honor; you seem to be quite lucky, Lord Snow. Especially with such a captivating woman by your side," Said Yeshamiel, not entertaining the thought of answering Arsene's question."Yet I am in the middle of a trial, force to take part.""We cannot always have everything," said the archangel. "Than you have never seen a devil before."Narrowing his eyes, Yeshamiel smiled, taking a sip; arching his brow, he frowned, "Mortal tea? Are you trying to insult me?""Does tea need to be a part the heavens to enjoy? I have always found mortal tea more flavorful than tea that provides benefits?" Said Salazar, taking a sip."I would have to agree," Grey added, smiling with eyes that did not meet his eyes, "it's constant, never changing, unlike tea that fuels onse qi."Glancing at the mortals for a second, Yeshamiel did not speak, merely resting his sharp eyes upon Arsene for a while, "It will seem, you have brought you blood. How strange such people could create a thing like yourself." He uttered, not in the least offended, taking another sip. "but tell me, boy, how do you expect us to kill Sitri? Who is watching us as we speak?"Not responding to Yeshamiel, Arsene arose for the first time with hands behind his back. Peering towards the dark skies, he replied, "Yeshamiel, why have your angels not killed me yet?"Hiding his lips behind his cup, Yeshamiel narrowed his eyes but did not reply."I am sure they had some motives, but don't you think it's strange they did not outright kill me? Why play these games? I am sure you can feel my blood is not only demons and Devils, but it also holds the blood of a human, and high elf, and something I am sure you can feel.""Tenebrae,""Shadowfell actually," Arsene indifferently remarked, "Not only that, but I also hold the flames of hellfire. Honestly, I was a little bothered why Asmodeus even had me gather these flames, but it seems I should be grateful.""What are you trying to imply, Arsene?" Yeshamiel coldly asked, lowering his cup."I am sure you understand, for even Soloman, a man I have not once crossed or met is standing against me. Are angels not the same? You wish for these flames but are aware they cannot be teetered to anyone but me.""For now," Yeshamiel confirmed, smiling coldly with lustful eyes."yes, for now," Arsene repeated, not in the least bothered. Opening his palm, a black flame suddenly began to form. Eying it for a moment, I felt fear from my very roots. Knowing my lord did not understand the full extent of those flames, I backed away."So, Sitri, assuming we can kill him, I can understand what we will get from it, but what of you?" Yeshamiel inquired, rising from his chair pacing closer towards Arsene.Glancing at the flaming halo above his head, Arsene shrugged, "No need for you to know; I just want your word."Scuffing, Yeshamiel snickered, "You truly are different in person, but fine. You have my word that I shall assist you upon the day, Sitri appears, and you call my name."Raising his hands, the air turned dark as a powerful killing intent covered the world. Suddenly every powerful being within the Norse mythology began to appear as the world began to tremble in fear, and the air began to turn to flames.Placing Grey, Elsa, and Salazar in a protective bubble, Arsene did not waver as the flames did in the least bother him."Arsene, are you sure about this?" Lord Sitri viciously asked with a naked being that drew my attention behind him. Pressing his palm upon its scalped head, I frown, hearing no whisper of a name from that thing by his side."Arsene, " Grey replied as he turned to My lord.Smiling for the first time, Arsene's gaze warmed before turning so icy I felt I was staring at Lord Asmodeus himself."Sitri, I don't believe I invited you?""You are going against the rules; the blood of us devils run through your veins. Yet you are colluding with angels?""Scared?" Yeshamiel inquired darkly."Against a loser? Hmph," Lord Sitri scuffed, "but Arsene, how do you like her? She doesn't even remember her own name anymore.""Torment of Azeroth?" I muttered beneath my breath. "Zalvek, it would seem Lord Asmodeus released you; I hope you are enjoying your stay? For It will be quite a short one, this trial is over.""I would agree," Said Arsene shaking the palm of Yeshamiel. "And I would prepare if I was you.""Prepare? Form what? You expect an Arch Angel to put up a fight?" he scornfully bellowed, sending the plane into a state of disorder.Coughing up a mouthful of blood, I rushed to Arsene's side, pushing Demonic energy into his body. Yet aside from the smile that never left his face, Arsene chuckled."Let's go. I am done," he said without care, teleporting everyone, including myself, away.Twitching my eye at the blatant disrespect Arsene turned to me, "Get ready to head to Asgard and Vanaheim in a few months; we will be spending a few years there.""Huh! You're leaving again!" Elsa desperately shouted out, clenching the collar of The Ashen King, "What of master?""I will get her in nine years. For now, I need to train and take over the nine realms. Asgard, Vanaheim, and... ""I will handle them; you just focus on training." Greyson coldly said, "but I will need a better understanding of what is going on. Cold reading an entire room to understand what is going on can only tell me a few things.""And are you turning us into demons or devils?" Salazar asked, silencing the room.Staring at his uncle Arsene shook his head, "I am not; you will be a part of my Noctem bloodline; I do not want you to have demon and devil bloodlines. Especially you grey, I would expect you to still want to be with your lover 'if' she is able to return alive."Shocked by his words, grey nodded without hesitation, "Than ready yourselves, when I find the time, I will come to find you." He said, vanishing into the shadow realm."Master sure knows how to keep busy."
