"How much do you know about the Twelve Planes?"
"Not much, aside from a few, I know not the majority of them. You must understand, Arsene. Simply entering these Realms is an arduous task, and even if you somehow manage to enter one of these realms, they run on a completely different set of Laws. Those entities can appear within the Realm of Blood, our home and still be powerful, but we cannot go to their realm and expect to be on the same level." Mimir bitterly explained.
"Then can you tell me what you do know?" I patiently asked, feeling the dug of Night upon my heart calling me into its depts.
"I know of Elysium, Noctem, The Abyss, The Nine Hells, and Seven Heavens. That's about it." Said Mimir, "Elysium is a paradise on to itself. Everyone is born immortals; however, the rate at which they produce is so minuscule it could be considered absent. They are called celestials.
"Any relations ship to the celestial palace?" I inquired, creasing my brow in wonder. If that were true, it would seem Celestrial Energy is more potent than I believe.
"There is. From what I know, Tang Feng, the Old Celestrial King, was from Elysium but, he was forced to escape his home. The details, however, were squashed when he returned and killed all those that hunted him. From what I understood, Tang Feng and his family were merely demi celestials. So the celestial king was allowed to kill them off. He was later banished for killing his family; stupid, isn't it? He was allowed to kill his family, yet was banished for it." Mimir retold, inducing a smile to my lips.
"You are quite a fountain of information. Fine, I shall allow you to live within my palace and advise me." I half heartily stated, tapping my figures upon my throne, "Now tell me what you know about Tyr?"
"He is a goody goody," Mimir mocked, rolling his eyes, "he can be ruthless, intelligent, and cunning, but he has a profound sense of justice. However, he knows when he is going too far. There are times when he is downright selfish sometimes, but the majority he is a caring god."
"Oh, quite the description, but what do you think of me?" I darkly asked. A little interested in what he would say.
"you ever heard of the term Edge Lord?" Mimir solemnly replied, "That is how I would characterize you."
Covering my mouth, I almost choked in laughter. "Ok-Ok, fine, don't answer anyway, Mimir, before I let you go. Tell me about Nox."
"You shall not worry about that, for I will be the one which you will be talking with." Said a voice as space twisted around me. Before I could shadow step away, I appeared within a wasteland covered in lava. The skies were blanketed in ash, as the very winds seemed to be weeping darkness. There was a very foreboding eeriness I could not place. This planet was quite far too quiet for my liking.
Not bothered by the heat, my gaze fell upon the oak table or rather the man who sat upon the table waiting for me to take a seat. Ignoring the chill of death upon my soul, I sat across from him, committing his feature to heart.
"I am Aeron," He spoke with cold silver eyes. "Lord of Slaughter and Chaos"
"Cool, I am Arsene Snow, " I awkwardly said, not understanding who introduced themselves like so. God of Slaughter? Really? Should I start doing so? Monarch of Darkness, Arsene Snow—Hmm, not bad.
Smiling at my foolish thought, Aeron's handsomed face chilled as he placed his palms upon the table, "Something funny?"
"A little, don't you think it's a little juvenile to introduce yourself as a God of Slaughter and Chaos?" I stated, not daring to peer into the shadow of this man's heart. For some reason, I felt he was different from Freya. He seemed a little pure, as if a Devil's Heart was too fearful to grow, or maybe it was hidden.
Descending into silence, I gave a hollow chuckle, "Well, if you don't wanna talk, I'll just go." I lightly said as my body began to shimmer with a dark mist.
Creasing his brow, the darkness around me vanished, surprising me, as he spoke, "I am here to apologize for what the Courts of Nox has done and to offer help if any shall be given."
Losing my smile, I stared into the steel-like eyes of Aeron, "Help? And what makes you think I need help?" I lightly replied.
"Soloman and Sitri are upon Midgard, not to mention another; a Soul Bender is currently heading to your doors as we speak." Said Aeron causing me to shrug.
"Yet, for some reason, you think I need your help?" I could not help ask with a cunning smile. "You cannot do anything to Sitri; I know this to be a fact; as for Soloman, I cannot say but do you truly believe I need your help?"
"Correct, or should I say Lilith needs your help. From what I heard, she is being strung up like a pig and stripped for the entire world to see." Aeron coldly said, trying to get a rise out of me. However, we both know she would suffer. If the torment, however, had gotten out of hand, I was sure she would escape.
"Your point?" I replied without emotion.
"You do not care?" Said Aeron, a bit impressed by my ruthlessness.
"She can escape any time she wishes. It is called having faith. Lilith knew what she was getting into."
"And what would you do if I told you Nox has a starship aimed at Midgard." He pointed out, narrowing his sinister gaze rising from his chair.
"You seem to be looking to push me into a corner, but my time is quite valuable, as is yours, I assume. So how about we end this little farce. What is it you want?" I coldly asked, growing tired of this game. "Dropping Sitri's name and Solomans is not of relevance to me. Like most of my enemies, all of them can kill me with a thought. I have long since given up on caring about such things. Shit, just a few years ago, I had Bael committed to suffer within one of the circles of hell."
"I see," Aeron whispered, a little dismissive for some reason. "but that is not how things work, Arsene. There are many things I simply cannot share. For I am compelled by the very heavens not to, but what I will say is that for now, I shall be aiding you. Assuming you survive the wrath of The Courts of Nox."
"Can I safely assume you are a member of Nox?"
"I am," He curtly responded."A core member at that, but I am not a part of the fraction hunting you.
Nodding, I arose, "Are you not afraid I will kill you one day?"
Shocked, Aeron sneered, returning me to my throne with a wave of his palm. "Keep playing king, and we shall see if you ever break into godhood."