Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Due to the effects of the sealing of Mio\'s \'Breath,\' it was a simple task of placing my seal upon her soul, sealing her faith as one of my son\'s slaves or maids. I wonder what he\'ll pick. Both are fine. I just hope he isn\'t stupid and releases her.

She is quite fiery.

Staring at the lifeless eyes of little Mio, I tilted my head, wondering what was going through her mind. Was it despair? Or was it shame for what was bound to happen in the future? I wonder.

"... You\'ll pay for this…" she said emptily. \'I swear you\'ll pay for this."

"Did you just refer to this king as \'you\'" I coldly asked her, bearing down at the little thing too weak to even defend herself: "Call me Master."

Fiendish light slowly filled her dead eyes as she seethed the words, "Master."

"Now congratulate yourself, trash."

Cheeks a rainbow of shame, Mio spoke, unable to stop herself: "This trash congratulates Master on taming a new slave."

"Good!" I sang. "Keep going."

"I am scum. Useless. Nothing more than a whore for Master to use as he please," she paused. " please… Please don\'t make me say—"

"Shhhh~ Don\'t ruin this moment. Keep going."

Sensing the Slave Seal bending her will, Mio continued, her wretched expression slowly turning to that of a smile: "Please serve me with your cock, master! Mio is nothing—NOOOOOO~~~."

Crackling as blood bled from a single eye, I smirked. " See? I didn\'t even have to do anything. And it seems you want it!"

"YES!!!!!! NOOOOO!!!"

Amused, as Mio went back and forth between subservience and rebellion, I couldn\'t help but stop the cruel effects of my slave seal. This was perfect. Right here.

Observing the single drop of bloody tears alongside the smile and frown on each end of her lips, I slammed her head into the stand, bloodying my palm, as blood bled from her skull.

"This is your new life, Mio. This is it. And there will be no escape." I told her, feeling Mio\'s despair sinking so deep blood trickled down her lovely nose as her desperation for freedom grew. "The only one who can free you is… our youngest. So, for now. You\'ll better be nice because I like you in this state. You\'ll never betray, but you\'ll never listen unless you want to. It\'s perfect. You will be my Youngest test. Let\'s see how he breaks you."

Crackling like a demon, I called upon my second wife.

"Tenebrae!!!! Heed my call!!!"

The darkness of this cave within Mount Olympus grew darker as the Night Mother appeared, like a ghastly figure. Her body molded itself from the darkness.

"You rang hubby?" She asked, glancing around, and her gaze landed on the smiling/frowning woman. "Your… Mio. Right?"

Of course, she knows. Guess it\'s my fault for not asking around.

"She will be our youngest Slave/Sword Maid," I told her, opening my palm as another seal appeared within my palm. The Master Seal that connects Mio to me. "I\'m sure you know what to do."

"Hmmm.\' She nodded with a curious hum. "Don\'t worry, Mio. I\'m not as cruel as Arsene. Not yet, at least."

—Unless it pertains to your son. I\'m sure Tene sees the benefit of having Mio beside little Altair. I\'m sure if Mio doesn\'t fit Tenebrae standards. She\'ll break her till she does.

"I\'ll take her. I\'ll train her well for the Youngest."

"Ves will be surely happy," Tiamat said, hooking her arm around my neck. " Such a beauty. Man, I\'m jealous."

"I\'m sure he\'ll be happy with it. A little training is all she needs. Isn\'t that right, Slave?" Tenebrae asked, bearing down at the life eyes of Mio. Only to frown as she bent down, squatting over the lifeless Mio. She spoke: "Darling, that look in your eyes. I don\'t like it. If you think this is the worst torment imaginable, you are naive. I\'ll give you a week to make your peace; if you don\'t… I\'ll wipe away your personality and show you true hell. Our youngest doesn\'t need a lifeless pig."

Damn… She is scary!

Mio shuddered, and without hesitation, I released my hold over her \'breath\' finally allowing her to breathe—

Breathe?

Startled, I froze as the Spirit Zone opened to me. Feeling my subconscious swell with knowledge about \'Breathing.\' Hundreds of billions of compress nodes consumed with a dense influx of knowledge touched upon my soul. Filling them with life as I began to understand the mechanics of \'Breathing.\'

We, as sentient beings, never stopped breathing when we began to learn Qi. We just did it a different way.

And each time I sealed someone\'s \'Breath,\' I wasn\'t just sealing their QI or soul… I was sealing their existence.

Within the debts of everyone exist a formation that represents their soul. But it\'s the Breath that grants power to this Formation. No… that\'s not right. It\'s the Breath that creates the Formation in the first place.

Breath… it\'s the Power of the Father. It\'s his living will within all of us.

"Easy, Arsene!" The voice of Tenebrae said, drawing me back to the darkness of Mount Olympus: To her ghostly pale appearance that appeared as though she was about to drop from the mere gust of wind. She smiled faintly. " I swear you\'re going to kill me one day. Didn\'t I tell you the Spirit Zone isn\'t for you? You need to be careful."

Sensing the similar weakness within my bones, bringing me down to my knees with Tene. I glanced at my withered muscles and figure.

\'Sene… Altair will—\'

Sensing the budding life within her weakening at a rapid rate, splintering waves of coldness coil around my heart as bells of alarm sprang through the core of my being, and without hesitation, I pressed my lips against Tene\'s lips and transferred her half of my Breath without hesitation.

Darkness threatened to consume my mind to such a degree I felt my soul wither to a point I knew death was near.

"Shit…" I muttered faintly, drawing back once I was done, unable to even glimpse at her beautiful appearance. But I could tell both she and Altair were stronger than ever. "Damn… I\'m tired.

"S–sene talking. I\'ll get help! Se—sene—"

"I\'m… really tired… Tia…Kiss…Now…comma—"