Marquess Wayee was, without a doubt an amazing woman within Asterion. She really pushed her family to transform it into what it was today. While her husband was only an earl, Marquess Wayee was really intelligent and kind according to what was written. However, she was marked for death when she tried to kill me within the meeting with the king.
Yet, it was her husband that the problem: Earl Tray Wayee, the recruiter of the Light of Ashna. There were many reports that it was this man that ordered me dead. He was the one that had the Light of Ashna attack me during my infancy years.
Stepping over the flaming rubble, I watched as Tray Wayee was forced to his knees. Blood pooling from his mouth as they trashed over the floor, trying to rise. Unfortunately, for him, my men were there to pressing him down.
Sneering Dragonsbane pierced into his spine, taking away his legs. A scream filled with venom and tears echoed, but my heart remained cold as ice.
"I heard your wife gave birth recently. How unfortunate that they will have to die." I whispered as Tray went still. The tears that pooled stopped as he stared deep into my crimson eyes.
"Arsene?" he suddenly said, as if not comprehending what I was saying, or maybe he couldn't face the reality of what he was about to see.
"It's too late, Tray. It's sad. It truly is." I lightheartedly said as my men carried out some children. Tears had stained their cheeks as they called out for their father.
Earl Wayee had helped produced three children, two girls and a little baby boy. None of them older than nine. With a half-smile, I looked at his eldest, "I think she is a little older than I was when you sent the Light of Ashna after me. What do you think?"
"Arsene, please don't, please don't -I-I-I-I didn't have a choice. I am soul-bound. Please let them go," Tray yelled as tears showered his face. What man didn't care for his children, much less their daughters?
"It really depends, Tray," I said with a chuckle, "Asterion is full of hundreds of sick bastards. I could have your two little girls sent to them to live out the rest of their days being nothing more than cattle, and whatever they produce in the process will also help alongside their mother, whether they be boy or girl. But as loving as I am, think of the bright side. At least they will be together, one big happy family. That his how your kids and their kids will live out their days."
Growing pale, I could see the young man's heart crack as he broke. Blood could practically be seen flowing from his eyes as Tray tried to push up in a fury, but without the help of his legs, he was merely was forced to his face by my men, "It was merely a consequence, Tray, relax. Just tell me what I need to know, and I will free them, I Promise. "
"I'll tell you everything. Just let my family go, please, please just let them go." He lifelessly whispered, bring joy to my ears.
Kneeling down, Tray whispered something into my ears. Looking towards Yura, she nodded, "He did not lie," Yura weakly said, seemly not ok with what I said with regards to Trays children.
"You know, should you lie. Your children will pay the price?" I suddenly questioned. With a nodded he looked at his children, "Daddy is sorry. Take care of your little sister and brother Anna. Daddy is going..."
Tray had not even finished before my spear pierced deep through his skull. "Take his kids away before Marquess Wayee appears. They will be useful pawns later."
Nodding, I watched the three kids vanished. Turning to Yura, I shook my head, "Are you mad?"
Biting her lips, she nodded, "Yes and No, If you had just killed them, I would not have cared but Arsene. Would you really have sentenced them to that tragic fate?"
"I am not a good person Yura. I was a demon before I truly became a demon. You saw all the fucked up things in Drar'ethiul Realm. You may have been disturbed, but I could not have cared less. Tell me, Yura, do you truly care? or are you just trying to justify what I did?" I asked, stepping closer. Lifting her chin to meet my gaze, as I smiled, "You yourself did not really care because you would have stopped me through while I was interrogating him. So tell me what it is that you want to know."
With a grin that didn't meet her eyes, Yura suddenly giggled, "I just wanted to know if it was the Mark of Sacerlage or you talking. Although I didn't know you had such an imagination. "
Pausing in surprise, I laughed, releasing her, "That mark has no effect on me anymore. Come, let's go." I said, walking out of the flaming rubble.
"ARSENE" A furious voice bellowed out as a gorgeous woman followed by Selma and various leaders of Pendragon appeared.
Looking at Dragonsbane, Marquess Wayee froze, her face growing pale as tears ran from her eyes, "T-T-Tray?" She weakly called out, waiting to hear his voice.
"Yep, I just plunged my spear through his skull? You can have his body, but you better hurry. I think my men may have already taken his head." I jokingly responded.
Covering her mouth, I suddenly exploded with laughter, "Sorry, lol, I'm just kidding; he still alive."
"What?" she yelled as heavenly qi powered the void.
"Jk, he is dead,"
"ARSENE!!!" Marquess Wayee as she charged at me. Nevertheless, her assault failed as two Heavenly ranked mercenaries appeared, blocking her charge.
With a powerful shockwave, I pushed the dust off my shoulders as Yura suddenly looked up towards the heavens shaking her head.
"Jane Wayee, stop this, or I will send you your baby boy's head in a basket," I yelled as Marquess Wayee froze high up in the azure sky. With a tremor running through her body, I turned towards Jane once she had realized what had happened.
"They are safe, but that is really up to you," I said, turning to Selma. "Don't you have something for Yura?"
With a shameful groan, Selma threw Yura a bloody head, bringing a magical gleam to her face, "Good job, I am sure Oswin, with praise you." She sarcastically mentioned.
Rolling my eyes, I smirked, "Now, if you will excuse me, Marquess Wayee, Grandmaster Selma, I have other families to destroy."
"STOP!!! Explain this, Arsene." Selma roared, "Thousands are already dead. Your men are butchering thousands within the streets of Pendragon. Some are Kids, the Elderly, even disable soldiers... explain this at once. Why?"
"I answer to the King, Selma. You know that. You have no authority to question me." I said, turning around only to stop as a man draped in a golden crown appeared.
"Then do you mind telling me what the hell you are doing?" Oswin suddenly said, his entire body overflowing with anger. Yet, there was a heavy sense of sadness emanating out.
"Your majesty, it's an honor. I heard you were grieving," I said, "You have my condolences."
Trembling, I could see Owsin quiver. Laughing inwardly at plowing his wife, I bowed, "I am only taking care of the traitors of this nation." I said, pointing at the severed head of Tray held within the hands of my men, "I was sure I sent someone to inform you of what was happening."
"TRAY!!" Marquess Wayee screamed as she rushed towards one of my men. Sneering, I roared, "If you touch him, I will paint pendragon with your children's fucking blood. Back off!!!"
Stopping, I watched as one of my men turned to me. Giving him a nodded he stepped towards the frozen Jane handing her husband's head, "You have my condolence...we kept the body...the boss wanted it for some reason. "
At this point, Yura had broken out in laughter, abruptly covering her mouth at her mistake, "I'm going to just leave now...take care ." she hurriedly said before walking away without a care in the world.
Oswin frowned but didn't say anything, "I got your report, but Arsene, where is the Proof?"
Flapping my arms, I summon some paper about who Tray Wayee really was. Watching as Oswin's face slowly grew paler, I smiled, "If you will excuse me, I will send you along with the leader of The Order of Shadows a report of all that needs to be taken care of."
Walking away, I quickly caught up with Yura as we headed towards another estate filled with the men of Light of Ashna. With the sun bearing down with us, I laughed, "The Day is still young, Yura. Want to have a little competition to see who kills more?"