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Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 1160 Sylvorlum
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By the time Mephisto and I was done, days had passed before he finally convinced me to create a memory fragment of what had happened, which didn't come cheap. I had no idea what the currency of Hell was, but I wanted a shit load of it. And souls, prime souls, not some bitch made ones.

"This might be the most expensive soul fragment in recorded history." Mephisto moaned, moping on his throne as he raised his head to me, a little disheartened. "You're a dick."

"Said the man who just threatened to kill me."

"Touché."

"I'm out," I said, turning my back. I left without another word. I'm sure Mephisto won't share any of his findings. However, the moment the door to Mephisto's chamber opened, the lovely Ishar stood waiting.

She glanced at the Fallen Guard on my left, and the chamber door closed. " Would you like a tour of Sylvorlum? I'm sure this is your first time in this realm." i????????????????????d. c????????

" Only if you tell me what happened after I fainted," I replied. " I'm tired of talking to that trickster."

There was an icy sweet smile on Ishar's bloodstained lips as she touched her chin, her gaze filled with a preponderance that only seemed to amplify her hourglass figure. "You are Master's only disciple. That does mean something. Not to mention Zariel is here quite a bit."

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"Really?"

"Yep. Zariel is always trying to one-up Master. There is a bit of a friendly rivalry between them. It usually ends up with them trying to kill one another." She told me, rolling her eyes in the process. Ishar turned, running her hands through stormy blood-red hair. "Come, you can stay in his room."

"His room? Mephisto actually gave him a room?" I questioned, hurrying after Ishar.

"Indeed. Those two have what you Mortal call a Bromance. It's odd. No matter how much they interact, despite all the madness that transpired, it seems silly to me. But they are friends. Odd friends. "

Rich laughter sprang from my lips as I couldn't help but imagine Mephisto's silly expression and Zariel's stoicism. Although, my little brother is a closeted idiot. So who knows? Maybe it works.

"Will I be seeing Amara?"

"Nope, she's on Iluthath with Lucifer." Said Ishar as we entered the outside onto an ice bridge showcasing a blazing winter storm of pain and despair. Snow glossed over my vision in a vibrant cascading frost that seemed unfathomable to describe. It was so breathtaking I felt my soul expand at the view.

"Do not be fooled by its beauty Sylvorlum is as cruel as any other hell. It's known as the Isle of Dispair for a reason," she added, pausing as I took everything in. Unable to help myself despite the overwhelming sense of melancholy dancing through the Hells, it felt like home. "We should head inside soon. You might have an adaptive body, but the moment the torment of Hell begins… You'll wish your adaptation died. Come, let's carry on."

Allowing the Maiden of Blood to lead, I couldn't help but marvel for the next few hours as she gave me a tour around Mephisto's castle, the size of a continent on earth. It was massive, taking dozens of days to address many things. But the most interesting thing here wasn't the dozen of Fallens chilling or the rare demons and devil types, but rather Ishar herself.

She was escaping.

I didn't catch it before, but this tour was her break. This young woman, while respected by everyone, was sleepwalking as she gave me a tour. No idea how that is possible, but she was pointing, talking, and more, with a sliver of drool hanging from her lips. She was totally knocked out: This was some next-level sleepwalking.

"God, I miss Lily. Where the Hell are you?"

Shaking my head, I gave Ishar one last glance and shadowed step out of her perception if that was possible and allowed her to sleep. I entered the Libary to help get a handle on the events that took place before and after my birth.

However, just as I emerged, my eyes shot open as I saw a familiar being pouting as he flipped through a book.

"Flama?" I shouted.

'Oh? Sup." He said, flipping his gaze back down to his book.

"Don't just sup me! Aren't you supposed to be with my sister?" I shouted, unable to get around the uncanny resemblance to King Yama. It was almost the spitting image.

"Shoo-Shoo!" He moaned, shooing me away with his hands.

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My eyes twitched as I approached; looking at the book he was glossing through, they twitched once more.

"Is that… a romance ?" I said, catching sight of a few paragraphs." Trial of the Infamous Lawyer—"

"What do you want!" He snapped, slamming the book close with a noticeable blush. My jaw dropped for another time today as I could only stare at him.

"You work in a courtroom if I remember." He nodded. "You got some type of Lawyer fetish or something?" I couldn't help but ask a little concern for my little sis. "You aren't reading this stuff to my sister, are you?"

Flama pulled the to his chest, his eyes seemingly redder than usual. 'I would never! Wait! I don't have to explain myself to a cannibal like yourself. What do you want?"

Staring at the embarrassing expression of Flame, pure judgment filled my eyes as my gaze traveled from his eyes to his multiple times. "Are you lying to me?"

Flama glanced away.

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"There isn't any smut in it!' He promised. "WAIT!!! STOP! WHAT DO YOU WANT!"

Laughing my ass off from my teasing, I held my stomach as he glared with misty eyes. "Ok-Ok-Ok. I just came over to see you. I haven't seen you in a long time. How's your Father doing?"

"Father is fine!" he shouted, rising from his chair. He looked around as if to search for witnesses. " You better not tell anyone about this. Sylvorlum is the only place I can have privacy."

"How the Hell are you the one who judges soul? You seem so innocent!" I pointed out, only to receive a cold snort.

"For your infomation! It's because of my innocents. I see things better as black and white. The Law is the Law. There isn't room for grey in my judgment."