Staring curiously at the black aura around me, signifying unpaid debt, I could not help but be curious about what would happen. Would Lightning simply fall from the skies striking me into the dirt, or maybe a random god appear? I'm pretty interested in what might happen.
"Papa, can Ty go play?"
Glancing down at the little girl's beady eyes, I bent down and pinched her chubby cheeks, "Of course. Just stay in Midgard, ok?"
"K~" She cheered, vanishing away.
Shooting the Aesir Gods one last glance, I turned to Freya standing behind me. Try as she could, I could see the impatience brewing within her. Her heart was hammering against her chest, and her breathing was a tad rushed.
"Keep breathing like that, and it may give me ideas," I warned, eyeing my lovely knight.
Freya's cheeks grew a tad red as she lowered her head slightly, "Master," she moaned, carrying a hint of blame.
"Yes-Yes, come then, let's go," I said, a little curious. I had never been to the Hells. Not really, anyway. Lilith had taken me to some strange building, and I didn't even get to explore. Properly for the best, I think.
Taking hold of my hand in haste, my vision suddenly turned hazy as I once more appeared at the large pool of demonic qi surging beneath my feet. Holding my hands tighter, I did not even get to say my peace as Freya dived right in.
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Snapping my eyes open at the blazing heat piercing through my lids, memories exploded within me as I shot away, peering around in confusion.
"Your up?' Said the deep voice of Asmodeus, "The hell you doing in my Hells boy."
Surveying the chamber I resided in, I could not help but be annoyed, as I had awoken once more in Asmodeus's chamber room I had visited last time. Sitting next to me, I could see Freya's pale expression.
"You told him why we are here? Wait! Why was I knocked on conscious?"
"I kicked you upside the head. Ever heard of the omen of kicking the object of your bad luck in the head?" The Lord of Hell valiantly explained.
"you take me for a fool, don't you. If you wanted to kick me in the head, just say so. It's not like I'm a petty person."
"My god, you're in the Hells, and you're still lying." He expressed somewhat amazed, shaking his head. "but to answer your question, your knight has yet to speak on your visit."
"I was waiting on you, My Master." Said Freya meekly.
Letting loose a tiring yawn. I nodded, waving for Freya to speak her mind. Waiting a few minutes for the air to clear, Freya's gaze grew a bit hard, "We. I mean, I have come for Odin's soul."
"Hmm," Said Asmodeus, who placed his chin over his palm. "And why would I do that?"
"Because the Hells owe me." I coldly said, "Not to mention we are about to enter the Abyss. To a land that was once my home. I think it's fair, don't you?"
"Devils don't play fair." Said Asmodeus playfully, tapping his fingers against his cheek; he smiled cunningly, "I could use a favor, actually."
"And I could use a hundred bitches. If you can't help, then I am sure I can go about it differently." I calmly said, growing somewhat annoyed.
"More of your threats. Boy, I am leaving this Godless land once this abyssal festival is over. What the hell can you do in that amount of time? You play the game well, very well, but in the end, it's we who have been your greatest allies. All we need to do is back off, and you will be dead for sure." He claimed, and Asmodeus was not wrong, at least that was before this damn war started.
"So you are refusing my request?" I coldly inquired, crossing my arms over one another, and smiled.
"No. Your too much of a pain in the ass. This favor is actually about your blood. I want some." He claimed to surprise me, as even Baphomet had requested he would only help me if I granted him my blood.
"Do you and Baphomet have so much faith in me?" I asked
Asmodeus burst into laughter, "Boy, you are ignorant in the Blood Laws, arent you. I am what many will call A Blood Lord. That Arte you love to use so much, crimson winds is a blood arte. The laws of blood revolve around bloodlines, around heritage. If there ever a power to fear, even at my level, it was a blood lord. Tell me, Arsene, how much do you even know about your blood? How much do you know about my blood? Blood Lords can call upon power from those far past The Thirty-three Heavens."
"he is right, my master," Added Freya grimly. "I too am a Blood Lord, as well. I don't use it much due to its dangerous nature, but if you were to dive deep into the Law of Blood, which exists as both a Heavenly and Mortal Dao, you would grow far stronger. Most of my Curses are acutely done not by the Laws of Life and Death but from the Laws of Blood."
Blown away by this information, my leg began to beat up and down as I sat, "So if I were to master my blood, and become a blood lord, then I would be essentially unstoppable."
"Or you could go mad. You are not a control type Arsene." Said Asmodeus gravely, "While I am a blood lord, even I fear its power. My blood especially. I once used it in the Abyss and was almost killed, but I had managed to take down three abyssal fiends all at the peak of cultivation. But I was defenseless afterwords. I am not like my master, who could use her blood without risk."
"You had a master?" I muttered, and Asmodeus nodded gravely.
"Yes, her name is not important, as not even I can remember, but it was she who showed me the Art of blood. That is why I now fear the thought of Iluthath being open. I had always thought our Hells had grown stronger, but the closer I get to the end, the more foolish I feel like those past thoughts were. Boy, we are weak. We have grown weak compared to what we once were, and I have no idea how or why."