Returning to my room to recuperate my lost spirit, I found myself sleeping for weeks at a time, sometimes even years. The only good thing about this was that I found myself in Asgard, of all places.
It had seemed Mephisto loved the scenery here. And since it was relatively silent, people rarely bothered him. Those that did tend to be mortals who got lost.
The Nine Realms of the Norse Pantheon were all a part of my territory: Even with the revival of many of the gods that died. None of them thought to rebel. They were silent.
I'm sure they're licking their wounds. It would be simple to kill them all, but they'll care for this land better than me. So they can rule it as long as they understand who owns it.
However, I still didn't understand why Mephisto brought me here, but it was a good semi-vacation as I dealt with the aftermath of my transformation with my Holocube.
Freya was hesitant to return to the Nine Realm, especially Asgard. But after a bit of coaxing, she appeared, working as my secretary. I couldn't fight or train, so this was the second-best alternative.
More than ninety percent of my Shadowfell died with my latest stunt. And the results weren't getting better. No matter the resources I put into them, many were dying. And, of all things, they were dying under their power. It was so great their bodies and minds could not keep up. Freya and Mimir were in the same boat. Despite doing better than most, they were abnormally weak. Right now, we, the Shadowfell, were at our weakest.
Thankfully we had…, and I can't believe I'm saying this. We had loyal subjects to watch over the kingdom. We had a structure that protected me. Powerful monsters in Noctem that, despite their race, held enough power to combat others.
"It's odd relying on people weaker than me," I muttered, glancing at Freya, flicking her finger through the hologram. She looked at me, smiling.
"Really? You rely on me, and I'm weaker than you. I think you mean it's odd to rely on people you haven't recognized. Believe it or not, Master. You are quite beloved."
"Bull."
"It's true!" She said a little desperately. "Sure, some of the dukes in Noctem hate your guts, but that's just one family. You got entire worlds worshiping you."
"She's quite right," Mimir added, his lazy ass popping his head up from on top of my bed. " If you want… I could create an entire world and fill it with a harem of women. Not whores but actual women who adore you for some reason."
Chucking my Holocube at his head, which struck with a deafening pow, I sneered. " What do you mean 'for some reason'? I'm Arsene Snow."
"The narcissistic, murderous, child killer, eater of man, lust fiend—"
'Who the hell is giving me all these names?" I shouted with a jaw-dropping expression.
"Me!" Mephisto said, stepping into my room with a smile. "I get bored. So I end up fucking around with people. Ever heard about Lucifer and the Jackle? Well, there is a reason why a lot of satanic shit has a goat or jackal. Fun fact. He hates goats. Can't even eat it now."
"Really!" Freya asked, smiling.
"Yep. One night I tricked him. I found a jackal. A beautiful little thing, and cast a spell that gives it a mind and a human body.
"Nooo~ you didn't! " Said Mimir, catching on almost immediately.
Laughing away, Mephisto continued: "Offering it to him. My dear brother accepted my gift. And that night, when they were getting down in the dirt, I canceled the incantation. Lucifer exploded once he realized he was fucking a jackal. Lol.! HAHAHA, Shit got so bad, Lord Hellmaster and Tenebrae had to appear to calm him down. He didn't talk to me for an entire Hell Cycle. But to tease him, I spread the story of the jackal and the Antichrist. Lucifer once again exploded!"
"You're a goddamn bastard! I wonder if I should do something similar to Zariel."
"Don't," Mephisto warned, immediately shaking his head. ' The only one who can prank Zariel is Aurelia. I tried once, and she went wild trying to kill me. She is quite territorial when it comes to pranking her husband."
"Lucifer… he's got to hate you." I mustered the courage to say… finding myself holding onto my cock, unable to imagine what Mephisto had done. That was diabolical.
"He got over it. Although, that is a trigger for him. Then again, Azazel is another story. The Angel of Death, who granted mortals the first weapon."
'It was Cultivation, right?" I replied.
"Yeah. Azazel was harder to trick. Although… I think he benefited the most from it. No idea how things took such a turn, but he ended up marrying the Goddess of Light, Mithra. Those two used to hate each other. So… being the most honest newly fallen angel. I attempted to mend such a relationship. Remember Pandora's Box?" he soon asked me, and I couldn't help but nod. "Well, blueprints to that box started there. At the time, I didn't understand why Father helped me out with this prank, but… I get it now."
They had a kid. And that very box helped me out in the past.
"Mytria was always a loose cannon. She loved to travel loved to explore. At the same time, Azazel was a couch potato. He was always in his lab, and rarely did he go out. But one day, they both received a letter about a divine object the father had created. I gave them each a map but with two different clues that would lead to the same area. Later on, I began to spread the word that there was another looking for the box. Years continued to pass as their desperation began to weigh heavily on their minds. They were going mad. Until one day, they met on the Coast of Eden. A battle instantly erupted. Evenly matched at the time, I snuck into the cave and took the treasure. Flaunting it. As their expression twisted. My god, just the look on their faces was so hilarious I died of laughter once they figured out I was the one fucking with them. Especially so when they attacked me.
"... You didn't," I said, recalling the main use of the box.
"Yup, to escape, I sealed both of them in Pandora's Box. I had made it so death was impossible in the box. So I didn't have to worry about them killing each other, but when I released them a few cycles later… the next scene was one I'd like to forget. And that was the first instance of opposites-attract. They've been together ever since. My guess is they bonded over hating me."