Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 49: Ashen Prince

"Shall we?" I asked with a deep bloodlust in my heart.

With a calm gaze, the young man shook his head, "No, this will end," He said lightly, hiding his heartache.

With an arch smile, I drew closer before stopping. Turning to a squad of knights behind me, gripping their weapons, a look of courage radiating from their stance.

With a sharp whistle, I turned to the young knight, "Will you really abandon them. I will kill them, you know." I kindly warned with a cunning smirk.

Clenching his chest, tears fell as he stabbed his sword into the ground, "I Rolan Griff will no forget this sacrifice." He bellowed with a broken heart.

Lightly smiling, a fellow knight stepped forward, "We will defeat this demon. Flee Sir Rolan, inform Alister of this thing."

Feeling a little embarrassed, I smiled, giving a slight bow, "Please call me Arsene Snow or the Ashen Prince," I elegantly said, raising the blood-stained Dragonsbane.

Glaring in my direction, I watched as the young man shot away. His soft wails still echoing deep inside my heart. With a slight lick of Dragonsbane, I beamed with delight. Killing was so much better than sex...well, not really, but it's a close comparison.

"Shall we gentlemen," I cruelly commanded with a bloodthirsty grin.

Not waiting for them to answer, I charged with Dragonsbane twisting and weaving through the sea of knights. Screams and wails filled my ears, yet my spear never stopped. With each slash and stab of my blade, a profound resonance would occur as my Spearmanship slowly began to evolve.

Slowly being lost in the feeling. I continued as a crimson tempest filled the ground. None of them begged, which had greatly surprised, but that was merely it.

Looking a the last man standing, I gave him a slight nod of acknowledgment before stabbing my blade through his chest. As the light slowly withered from his eyes, he began to fade away. I had not truly murdered the knights; that would be a little much...at least for now.

Licking my bloody lips, I looked towards the heavens, knowing that Grimlor and the others were watching my performance. With a wink, I shot forward, continuing my massacre.

It did not matter who it was. All would fall to my blade. It was not long before I could hear a small whisper of my name being mentioned by those I hunted. I did not know how they were communicating, but it would seem like they were wary of me.

However, it didn't truly help, as I had eliminated over a few hundred men and women within five hours. Looking at the yellow miasma that had long lost its effect against me, I beamed before heading towards the center of the forest.

Staring at Rolan, who was quivering, I chuckled as I approached, "Well, that was quick. I believe that Principle Grimlor had wanted at least twenty to survive, but I think both of us know that isn't going to happen." I commented, toying with the little lion before me.

Sweat covered Rolan's brow as he gritted his teeth. Drawing his longsword from his waist, he readied his stance, "You will pay for what you have done," he hatefully shouted.

Rather amused, I played along, "Really? and who will be doing that." I asked sarcastically.

With a bloody smile from clenching his teeth, he laughed, "he will sever that head of yours." Roland wildly shouted as he charged forward.

With a sneer, I parried his blade as sparks flew like fireflies across Dragonsblane. Growing bored of the mindless slaughter, I no longer toyed with Roland. As his blade skied across the pole, my fist swiftly shot towards his chest.

"Wh."

Before he could finish his words, a burst of a black inferno shot into his chest as he squeals like that of a pig heading to the slaughter. Wails filled the centre forests as he rolled around, trying to extinguish the flames but to no avail.

Like seas of vines, my flames began drilling into his chest as he begged. A look of disgust slowly shone on my face as I kicked him across the face, "Your fellow Knights had not begged. Show some decorum, be a fucking knight and die with honour. "

Bones and ash began to fall from his chest region as he howled, "STOP PLEASE, THESE FLAMES AAAAAAAH!!!" like maggots striking into his flesh, black flames consumed him.

However, to my surprise, aside from burning, Rolan began to wither like that of an elderly person. The longer he withstood the flames, the more aged he became.

"Enough! Arsene" A powerful voice sounded as the voice distorted around me.

Looking at Grimlor's icy expression, I eyed him innocently," Principle Grimlor, how great to see you. Have I completed this little battle royal" I asked, my eyes glimmering like those of a child?

With a twitch of his lips, he quickly nodded before qi bust from his body, removing my flames from Rolan. Unfortunately, Rolan was not the same anymore. His eyes, hair, teeth, skin were either missing or turned to ash. His body was not even twitching as his entire brain seem to have stop functioning.

"Braindead...damn, I am good," I absentmindedly murmured.

A rather crestfallen expression manifested on Grimlor as he waved his hand, teleporting Rolon and me back to the ocean of people.

"ASHEN PRINCE"

"ASHEN PRINCE"

"ASHEN PRINCE"

"ASHEN PRINCE"

With a scream of cheers, I waved, giving some of the cute girls a wink. Yet, just as I was about to walk off, a powerful killing intent shot forwards as a katana stabbed towards my neck with wicked intent.

Appearing like phantoms stood my three guards along with the soldiers the king assigned. Eyeing the School of Knights instructor, I indifferently greeted, "You are very brave attacking me, or maybe you are just that foolish. Kill him!" I coldly commanded.

Watching the middle age instructor's eyes grow wide, a burst of energy from the three heavenly masters shot into the peak Spirit realm instructor turning him into a mist of gore. Stepping over the bits and pieces of the foolish Instructor, I looked towards Grimlor. Awaiting his response. A deep silence had permeated the area as everyone fell a chill ran through their bodies. With a slight cough, Grimlor raised my arm high,

"Winner of Zone 7 THE ASHEN PRINCE, ARSENE SNOW!!!!" Suddenly a wave of cheers filled my ears as everyone seem to forget what just happened.

Grinning from ear to ear, I sent a lovely smirk towards the instructors at the School of Knights. Enjoying their ugly expressions.