One Wing Angel Returns

Sending me a vicious stare, I ignored the little blood elf as I stared at the vibrant flame before me. "So, what made you come back?" I lightly inquired.

"Hmmm, it had to do with a command from headquarters. Apparently, the Vanir Gods descended within this realm along with the Æsir Gods. Lord Torgeir was ordered to head there and learn what transpired. From the reports, the source of what transpired here is in this general location.

Not letting anything come to my face, I simply frowned, controlling Orions face not to make any expression. I didn't need to do anything with Zanris as she didn't know anything.

Nodding with a knowing look, I gazed at the battle that made zero sense to me. As far as I could see were flashes of light as Lord Torgeir and the Lich battled with one another.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH" The Lich roared in anger "Torgeir, why are you here. Should a World King not be busy falling the bidding of the gods?"

"damn, my hearing is quite remarkable." I bragged, turning to the confused Silvia, simply smiling as I listen in.

"What do you know of what happened a few weeks ago. Tell me everything, and I promise to let you live." Torgeir spat with disgust as I felt the very realm around me begin to shake.

Suddenly with a flick of his wrist, the lich pulled out a skull filled with hundreds of inscriptions pulsing with an unholy aura. "Do not make me release it here. The Vanir's would..."

"This is the Æsir God's lands. We just happen to be invading, and they don't care to intervene with our activities. It's a verbal state agreement we follow to help train our younger generations here. So spread it or not, you will only anger the Æsir Gods. My clan can always move."

Frowning at their discussion, I studied the Skull within the lich's palm. Thinking for a moment, I hopped back onto Loris, stretching out my palm, "We should make some distance. I'm sure Lord Torgeir will not mind. That skull is giving me a bad feeling."

Snorting, Silvia leaped onto loris without my help. Not minding her actions, I merely smiled, "Feel better?"

Glancing at the little blush, Silvia nodded, "Of course I'm..."

"oh, I know, but good luck finding a man with that attitude."

"HEY!!!!" Both Silvia and Zanris roared as I chuckled to myself.

"Since Merith is not with you, let's go!" I lightly said before Loris shot into the distance at a breathtaking speed. Feeling the winds pressing against me, my mind began to fall into a trance as I began studying the Dao of Wind.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Coughing a mouthful of blood, I turned back at the dark skies of Midgard. Feeling the monstrous clashes of those monsters in the distance. With the moon hanging over my head, I sighed, "I was out for so long, and I can still feel their battle from here."

"while that Lich is only a peak Dao Serving, he is still a lich. they are more than capable of battling World Kings. " Silvia explained, opening her eyes from behind me. "How was your state of enlightenment. I have never seen one before."

Snickering, I bragged, "Please, I have them all the time. This one was not anything special."

Rolling her eyes, believing I was lying Silvia snorted, before hugging Loris, "Can I have her?"

"Hell no! Get your own." I spat in contempt, arching my head high. I would definitely not give up such a prize possession.

Sticking her tongue out, Silvia pouted, "Fine fine, I'm sure Lord Torgeir will give me one."

"oh really, do you think you can actually raise them? Unless there is a powerful beast tamer, it's impossible to raise one properly. Even this wone is no more than trash compared to those in the middle and inner region of Midgard. "

Hearing the words from the void, I frowned as Torgeir appeared in a burr of light. Narrowing my gaze, I could feel his cold stare as he landed upon my wyvern.

"Tell me more about this sephiroth?" He coldly asked to my surprise?

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"Arsene?" Torgeir called out, breaking me from my stupor. Nodding my head, I summoned paper from my spiral bracelet. Watching as his eyes widen, Torgeir gasped as I continued to draw, making a note of his surprise at spiral technology.

I was definitely no artist, but I was talented in almost anything. So within a few minutes, I gave Torgeir an image of the man with one wing. Making sure to include his long-ass katana.

Hiding my amusement in, I handed Torgeir the sketch, "this is what he looks like, but why did you ask again?"

"He is quite handsome." Silvia exclaimed, snatching the paper from my hands. "his eyes look so sharp, and that wing is magnificent."

Nodding in agreement, I observed Lord Torgeir's expression as he took the image; studying the image for a while, he nodded, "I originally thought you were lying, but this image is too descriptive to be a form of deception."

"But what if I just picked some random personally I saw in my lifetime?' I curiously asked.

"Hmph, then you would not have drawn without any hesitation. I can see kindness within your gaze. Your heart is pure, young man. While it's not the brightest, I believe you are telling the truth. You are definily no demonic culitvator."

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Controlling both Zanris and Orion's expresses, tears ran from my eyes as I beamed in joy, agreeing, "It's hard to be perfect, yet I always seem to do it. I Arsene Snow swears by the heavens he is not lying. This man Sepheriot truly did it." I blatantly lied, not caring about the punishment of the Heavens. Aside from the heavenly tribulations, I did not fear heaven's wrath. I was a devil from the NInes. Such things had no effect on us as we answered the Hells themselves.

Opening his eyes wide, Torgeir smiled, "I didn't expect you to make a vow to the heavens. Good, GOOD!!"

Releasing a hearty laugh Torgeir, patted my shoulder, "I am leaving Silvia with you. I am heading to the City of Kings, Aasveig. Protect Silvia until I return." Torgeir commanded as his body faded before I could voice my complaints.

"HUH!!!!!!!! Why the Hell do I need a babysitter, especially one weaker than I?" Silvia roared as I laughed in the background as a cold light filled my gaze.

"No... it's not worth it." I muttered before falling back on Loris's back. Feeling her cool back scales, I felt a sense of comfort as I closed my eyes, Ignoring the angered Silvia.

Suddenly my eyes shot open as I felt something vibrate within my pocket. Staring at my phone, I grinned, flashing my pearly teeth.,

Yura: I'm heading back to Midgard. Are you still in chains?

Me: Nope, they couldn't handle the sweetness.

Yura: (^///^) We will see when I return.

Me: Bet... Ummm, do you still have the mountain of water?

Yura: I never parted with it. I am ready!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Smiling, I looked up at everyone staring at me with a curious expression, smirking with a hint of annoyance; I ignored the trio before returning to chatting with my long-lost wife.

Growing closer Silvia stared at my screen, tilting her head as she tried to read what was written?" What language is this?"

"Huh?"

"That's not Elder Furthark nor Younger Furthark." She lightly expressed, trying to take my phone from me. Dodging her attack, I snorted,

"I'm talking with my wife. Stop being nosy!" I yelled as everyone gasped.

"You...YOU have a wife?" Orion shouted in confusion as Zanris nodded in agreement, "How is that possible?"

"My own thrall doesn't even believe in me. Wow, I feel like I'm at an all-time low." I bitterly said. Staring at Orion, who nodded, not giving me any face, obviously forgetting his place.

But I couldn't really fault him for that. I have been a real bastard recently. Hmmm, should I work on my image more? Naw, it's fine; I Arsene cannot get any more perfect.

"Arsene, give me!!!" Silvia roared, lunging at me with a mischievous smile.

Dodging the little girl, I began easily weiving through her palms as I continued texting my wife.

Yura: When will you arrive?

Me: a week, maybe shorter.

Yura: Ok, when you arrive call me. Many things have happened, and I need your help with some.

Narrowing my gaze, killing intent began to rise as Silvia froze, calling out my name. However, everything was met with silence as my fingers continued to dance.

Me: How bad

Yura: Its War