Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 220: Auction of Midgard

Ignoring the various divine senses trying to scan every fiver of my being outside the auction house, Ezra slowly turned to me, "Lilith is inside, shall we?" She asked in a deep tone.

Nodding, I fixed my clothing while the air around me began to change as the evil will of the nines began to pulse from my body, similar to a heartbeat. Studying my form, Ezra responded by following my lead, releasing her demonic qi.

Suddenly the brightly lit skies fell, showering Hallr in darkness. The void began to bend as sulfur began to fall like ash over the land. Fearful gulps and audible gasps could be heard as Ezra led me inside.

"I will be making a speech. Is everything ready?" I asked as Ezra nodded,

"Yes, but will you be auctioning the merchandise as well?"

"I will. This is our opportunity to see who we are up against." I uttered with a cold tone, "Do not be afraid to make enemies, Ezra. The more blood that spills, the better. Woe to the vanquished, no leniency. "

Curtly nodding in understanding, we stepped into a luxurious auction box where a golden mask was awaiting us. Amythest could be seen as I could vaguely see the amusement within her gaze.

"Lilith," I voiced, bowing, "It\'s good to see you once more."

It was a little weird bowing towards my wife, who responded perfectly in indifference akin to someone talking to a servent or low-class worker.. "So it seems, how are things going?"

"All going to plan, shall—"

Pausing for a second, the sounds of knocking slowly entered my ears as the door was suddenly opened without any permission. Frowning at the blatant disrespect, I spoke without peering towards the door.

"Kill whoever it is," I voiced before continuing my conversation with Lilith, " As I was saying, I shall be auctioning the merchandise; I have already given Ezra her task."

Feeling Lilith\'s deep gaze, I chuckled before turning towards the crimson river flowing towards my feet as Ezra held someone\'s head within her palms. Taking it, I threw the head within the ring of Bael. Sending Ezra one glance for her to follow, I bowed before Lilith once more before leaving.

Making my way towards the offices in the back, where all that was being auctioned off was, I smiled as the familiar face of Trygve appeared along with someone I had not seen before.

"Lord Snow," Trygve spoke with respect, bowing before turning to the man at his side dressed rather elegantly similar to someone from the victorian era. " Allow me to introduce..."

"I do not care who he is." I curtly responded as the air around was cold as ice. "I can guess who he is, and no other relics or other resources shall be sold here. He can fuck off. Now take me to the..."

"You truly are arrogant as they say," the man voiced in seething rage, cutting me off as I turned to look at the man.

"Ezra kill this trash should it speak out," I indifferently said, as she nodded to my side. "Speaking before two royals yet the rabble that should know its place dears to speak out. You insects need to understand what it means to be seen but not heard. Take a lesson from the woman."

Opening his mouth wide, I could see the cold sweat trailing down his neck like streams as he covered his mouth. Ezra, however, surprised me. She did not smile nor make any expression causing me to nod. There are times to show emotions and times to be indifferent as the gods that govern the starry heavens.

Returning my gaze towards Trygve, I spoke once more, "When can we start?"

"As soon as the V..."

"THe VANIR CLAN HAS ARRIVED!!!!"

"THE AESIR CLAN HAS ARRIVED RISE PEASANTS AND SHOW YOUR RESPECT!!!"

"THE ORDER OF HEIMDALL IS HERE!!

Hearing name after name ringing out, a cold ray of chilling light flickered through my gaze like thunder, "Take me on stage."

Opening his eyes wide, Trygve frowned, "But my lord, there is still mo—"

"Not my problem,"

Walking past Trygve, Ezra followed behind as she and an Onix- Crimson greatsword flashed upon her back. A chill quickly crawled into my soul as it began pulsing with a rather satanic qi. I could feel my bloodline quiver in fear as the urge to kneel grew present within me.

Narrowing my gaze, I turned away, removing unnecessary thought-form my mind as I walked on stage. Gazing out to the auction house, beginning to overflow with people, my smile deepened as I looked up towards the golden mask staring back down.

"Presenting the King Guard, Lord of the Seven Realms of Midgard, Ruler of Njorior Sea, and protector of the King, Lord Eric Skoll!!"

Skoll? What a familiar name. Shaking my head, I stared at the young man overflowing with World Qi. A savage aura could be felt suffocating the area as he turned towards me, or rather Ezra. A powerful battle intent could be felt. However, it was quickly quelled as Ezra took a step forward.

Suddenly light became darkness as the Dao of Destruction began to pulse off her body. The hair upon my back quickly began to rise as I felt my very existence beginning to come to an end. However, things quickly began to escalate as Ezra spoke.

<Release>

Suddenly elegant black scales began to rise for her body, causing Eric to grow stiff in fear. It may have been unconscious, but I could see the humiliation within his gaze as he realized his mistake.

"Enough, Ezra," I spoke with a rather demonic tone as the young girl quickly pulled back her qi. Neither smiling but rather displaying contempt towards the mortals below. It was not a fair comparison, to be honest. She was the daughter of the King of Hell. While I am sure Eric was powerful, in my opinion, only Low-Grade Gods wear capable of forcing Ezra\'s hands.

Hiding my fears behind my mask of indifference, I nodded towards the full auction house.

"Welcome, Ladies and Gentleman. My name is Arsene Snow." I coldly informed, pushing qi into my voice for everyone to hear.

Slowly a wave of applause began to echo out, waving my hands. The applause faded as I continued, "Today is a rather special day; for one, it marks both the beginning and end. "

Licking my lips, I could see many both confused and bewildered while those from the Heimdall paled. I could imagine what they were thinking, but it was irrelevant.

"Today, a new relic shall appear, changing how all of Midgard operates!" I yelled in a calm and charming manner, yet; it still retained my cold tone. " Ladies and gentlemen, I present you with the Spiral Relic."

Sending my intent into the Ring of Bael, a bloody head appeared within my palm as a chilling smile sprung from my lips, creating a stifling air around me. Horror could be seen as I could see the Aesir Clan begin to tremble in rage, watching as the bleeding skull of the man continued to drip over my auction.

"HOW DARE YOU!!!!"