Finding ourselves within a small secluded VIP room, I took the time to process all this information the best I could.

  "Tell me, Eroma. How has Arsene been?" Drar patiently inquired, with an aged scholarly appearance. "It has been what? Thirty years? Maybe forty? What of Lilith?"

  Drar'ethiul, Prince of Schemes and Lies, Lord of Heresy. To think I would be at the same table with him.

  "Uncle, tell me where Arsene is." Richter, with his left arm wrapped around Larisa, questioned. "It seems everywhere I turn. He seems to be coming up. Even my Master seems to know of him."

  "You are going to kill your brother?" I calmly asked, not in the least surprised when I saw Drar at this idiot's side. I truly hope he did not make a deal.

  "He killed my friends, my kingdom, even my King is now dead. I was their knight!" The Mad fool cried, unaware of who his brother was.

  "Arsene will be here tomorrow, although I think your Master will be against the idea of you seeing him. Isn't that right, Drar?"

  "This Arsene," Larisa, Richters fiancee, added, "Why does it feel like you think my husband will lose?"

  Sending a stare that could peer to the truth, I did not respond to this woman. She was not worth my time. No matter her background, once a prince was involved, she had lost my attention.

  "So Lord Drar'ethiul, this was your plan. Truly it was quite good, even I did not think you would stoop so low, but it always surprises me that you, a Prince, would be on such a long leash, despite your history. Is it the same for the other princes and kings?"

  "The King cares not, and this is only an Avatar, built with the help of Nox. I help them with a few things, and I gain a bit of freedom. The King cannot do everything you know. "

  "Sene would beg to differ." I indifferently said, already catching a few lies mixed in.

  Drar smiled, and Richter narrowed his gaze, "Uncle, where is he."

  Releasing a weary sigh, knowing what was about to transpire, I passed my hands through my hair, "Richter, I will say this now, and it will be the cold truth. Should you face Arsene, and should you remain by Drar's side, you will face the same punishment as the other Princes of Hell Arsene killed."

  "I am not afraid of my little brother. He will pay for what he has done. How many died, how many paid just so that he could kill some small-time organization!Trillions Eroma Trillions!" Richter screamed, slapping his hands firmly against the table. " He killed everyone. That demon cannot be allowed to live!"

  Rising from my seat, I shook my head in dismay," Richter, no matter what you say, do and see. You are a Snow. We are demons. Remember that!" I declared, ready to leave. "Good day, my dear nephew."

  "Unfortunately, you cannot leave," Larisa coldly uttered, rising from under the arms of Richter, "you Eroma Snow are under arrest under suspicion of colluding with Arsene Snow."

  Glancing at the few dozen or so gods rushing up through the walls, I did not move but remained still, "What was your name again?"

  Creasing her brow, Richters woman frowned, "Larisa Sultan. My uncle is Duke Sultan."

  "So you are related to that family, huh. I should have suspected, but I also find it strange that you did not recognize me. It seems you have not spoken to Sultan in a while."

  Barging into our room, a squad of knights clad in plate armor enchanted with various runes stood overflowing with a powerful divinity oozing from every fiber of their being.

  "Lady Sultan! Did you call? Is he the criminal?" A head knight with a chest of a star on his chest shouted sharply.

  "Indeed," Larisa claimed.

  Exhaling a breath of air, the Eyes of Truth began to thunder with a foreboding power that pressured the air. Chilling the hearts of everyone here, the Power of a Star-Lord started to leak from my body.

  "Stand down," The head knight uttered, but my gaze did not leave Larisa, who stared with a triumphant smile.

  Dropping my aura, I chuckled. Waving my hand, a small sigil appeared of a dragon. However, as this medallion appeared, everyone except Drar, Richter, and I fell to their knees before the power of the Elder Celestrial King clapping over the city of Casia. Storming the skies with untamed power, the realm grew silent.

  Richter, with his ashen complexion, quivered as he turned to his Fiancee bleeding from the knee and to the knights hanging their heads low.

  "I wonder who's power is greater? Duke Sultan or my Master, Tang Feng? You will do well, Larisa, to never forget it is by my will you still live. Where you not with my nephew, I would have taken your head. It has been a while since I slaughtered someone. "

  "I-I-its you! You were the one! How? How!" Larisa stuttered about, "We thought it was just Greyson."

  Finding a smile upon my face, I nodded, "That was the plan, but plans change. Next time we meet, my blade will be running through your neck. We Snows cares not for the rules of gods. We fight dirty. Disdainful as you might find it, I have no problem killing a woman, not even a god yet."

  "Eroma!" my nephew spat in warning.

  "Watch how you speak to me, Richter. I am the only family you have here. So I will give you one final piece of advice. Should you challenge Arsene Snow, he will kill you and everyone you love." I said before I suddenly laughed.

  "Oh, I see." Turning to drar, smiling greedily, "You wanted this to happen. You wish him to make a deal with you! Good Good." I uttered fiendishly, narrowing my scarlet eyes, "Arsene will be dealing with you, Drar."

  "Back off, Eroma!' Richter roared with his false god cultivation. "You will not insult my master."

  Scuffing at the fool before my eyes, I spat upon the ground just a little distance from his woman, "You are a fool, my boy. Your mother and father will surely be disgusted by this entire ordeal. You have disappointed me, Richter, and if I'm saying that, the fuck up of the family. You must understand how severe what you are doing is."

  Snorting, I left with none daring to stop me, heading towards that bendable Half-Dragon. Licking my lips with anticipation, I chuckled, "Let's christen Arsene's estate with Snow."