Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

"Master," Mimir calmly called, bowing like a gentlemanly young man, albeit a naked one. He no longer looked to be an old and wise man. Out of everyone, he was the one to change the most.

I have to give some respect. Mimir was handsome, holding a few of my features for some reason. If I didn\'t know better, I would have assumed we were related somehow. Of course, I was still sexier, but I admit Mimir had something going on, no homo, but he looked like me.

Freya was just about the same, but there was something pure about her. The stare she held, the facial innocence, it was like she was a different person. It was as if she had been reborn in my eyes, same for Mimir, but it was Freya who was broken in many ways.

Tormented by Odin for years, she was a walking devil heart craving nothing but vengeance, but now. Now it felt different; I could still feel a lingering hatred, but it wasn\'t like before when her anger took her heart and soul.

"How does it feel," I asked, slipping my hand around Freya, who shuttered at my touch as they wrapped around her waist.

"Whole once more." She claimed, flashing me a smile, revealing two sharp fangs that stirred my heart. I don\'t know why but fangs were appetizing on such a woman.

"So the wicked bitch is awake," Thor, for all his gall, proclaimed without shame. "Mind telling us what this is regarding? That pillar of power, what the hell is it?"

Holding only me in her eyes, Freya giggled, "Master, I\'m hungry."

"Same, I have a special meal just for you." I insisted, licking my lips.

"NO! NO! NO!!!" Idun shouted, tearing Freya from off of me, "Hell no! Something is wrong, and I will not allow you to take advantage of her."

"You can join too," I joyfully added, sending the God of Innocence a wink.

"Arsene!" Idun shyly muttered, only to shake her head. Glaring at me like a child filled with blame, she pulled Freya another few feet away and pointed towards the large tent rising from my robes.

"You guys can leave. I am sure we will talk later. Now that Freya and Mimir had a race change, I am sure you all will bend a knee before me. It\'s just a matter of when. I am a patient man, but I cannot say for those that follow me." I coldly affirmed, flying towards my castle.

Knowing Freya and Mimir would follow, I pushed through the doors to my throne room and took a seat on my blackened throne. Resting lazily, four gods laid before my sight.

"Mimir, for goodness sake, put on some pants." Tyr shamefully said.

"I don\'t have any," Mimir replied with a giddy smile, with his hands wrapped firmly around his cock. "Man, I have missed you. How long has it been, my friend."

"Ok. First off, go shower, and make sure to wash your hands. Yours dismiss," I said, directed towards Mimir, who lifted his head to me and nodded without care. Happy as any would be, he rushed off cock in hand, wagging it around. "I\'m back, baby!"

"Wow,\' Said Tyr and Idun.

"Master, can I sit on your lap?" Freya suddenly asked, raising her hand.

"NO!" Idun screamed, "What did you do to her?"

"My God, she is acting kinda like before she met Odin." Said Tyr, but I could hear the relief in his tone.

"You guys are buzzkills. Do you know that? Freya is to be my Knight. She must perform her knightly duties." I defended, reciting every Lord\'s defense when trying to sleep with one of his followers. "Can you do that, Sir Freya?"

"Yes!" Jumping in joy, Freya nodded as I crossed my arms in victory.

"You\'re a sick bastard." Said Tyr, and I could all but see Idun\'s agreement.

Truthfully I don\'t see the issue. If Freya wishes for Arsene, who am I to deny such a request? I would be a bitch if I didn\'t. Shit, even a gay man would want a taste of Freya. No one is that gay.

Pursing her plump cherry lips, Freya\'s eyes saddened, lowering her head, she pouted, "But I am masters Knight."

Hearing her soft murmur, I chuckled, "Lift your head," I commanded as she complied, "Do you have all your memories."

"yes," She claimed without hesitation.

"What are your divinities?" I asked cozily.

"Life, Death, Fertility," She answered, tilting her head, noticing a mischievous glint flicker by. Little Arsene rushed over my robes once more. Crossing my legs to hide the dragon, I could feel a predatorial pressure on my neck; Fertility, my ass, that is just another way of saying sex.

Taken in by the devilish scarlet eyes of the demoness of my eye, I chuckled, unsure what her real goal was. Sure she was sired to me, but is this innocent act a game, to play me? Not that I mind, but I find it hard to believe that the ice goddess Freya was gone.

"What do you think of fusing with my kingdom," I asked, testing the grounds.

"But Vanahiem is mine."

"And I want it." I coldly said.

"Give me a baby, and it\'s yours."

The hell is with all these women and babies! Is baby fever going around?

"Lilith would kill you if she finds you are pregnant, then me. Keep your kingdom." I bitterly said, although I was quite open to the idea.

"What are you thinking?" Idun coldly inquired, holding onto Freya as if she were a child. But based on that hourglass figure cutting close against her scarlet dress, I would beg to differ.

"I think it\'s time I go out and try to find Lilith. It\'s been so long since I came to Midgard to train, I think she may have cooled off." I softy said, "We have a few months till the wedding. I think it\'s time we made up.

"Oh and Tyr, is there any way to figure out what I may need to sacrifice as a price when I do wish to make other Shadowfell\'s like Freya and Mimir?"

"I know!" Freya vibrantly shouted, raising her hand, "You simply need to use a valuable treasure as a catalyst. It will then be destroyed, and the price will be lowered. If it isn\'t completely destroyed, then the entirety of the price is paid. "

Creasing my brow, a cold chill ran down my spine as I frowned, "Then can we use souls of mortals and gods?"