Eroma Snow - Prince of Hell

"You think Richter will listen to me?" I besieged Grey from within his room. "I don't wish to have to tell my elder brother that Arsene killed his son. That's just wrong."

Resting in the lotus position, with Yin, upon his lap emitting a deadly still aura, Greyson lifted his gaze towards me slowly, "It's a delicate area, but it seems like Arsene will not waste much time on Richter. Killing him may not happen, but knowing my nephew, he will torment him till he breaks."

Sighing, I glanced around at Greyson Empty room, which seemed a bit like his old one in the Celestrial Outreach, "I'm going to head out, and brother. You need to stop with this basic bullshit living habit. It makes you look like an empty man. Before you bring 'her' back, get your head right. A woman like a man with personality."

Sharing a bit of wisdom with my brother, who was growing darker for some reason, I walked away, not bothering to see if he would take my advice.

Arsene and Lilith had vanished a few hours after dropping us off at the mansion, and I figured they were probably gathering the others. Meanwhile, I was going to visit the tavern Richter would be asked to visit.

It was a bit of a stretch, but I think that Richter would visit if he stilled recalled his training as a knight of Pendragon. He should be there inspecting the Tavern, ensuring all the strategic spots to flee, kill, and protect.

Casting a thick heavy black cloak around my body, I hid beneath its shadow, leaving without Valis. The Sun was still at its Zenith, and Yu Lan seemed like a competent woman. Richter, the King's disciple, should have already been found and informed.

Stepping through the water city, echoes and whispers of tension could be heard within the ears of everyone. No one had seemed to know the source of such tension, but every day it would seem more and more soldiers were beginning to gather in Casia.

Making my way towards Silversparrow Tavern, through the canal via a small bout that could fit a few people, my lips began to rise more and more at the female swords out here. Fine to the bone, they could be seen walking about with shimmering sword intent, enchanting their beauty.

"I need to come here. The Swords Coast is where it's at! All the fine bitches live out here. The Celestial Outreach has too many stuck-up bitches. All they care about is cultivation and power. Hope it's not the same here."

Not meeting my gaze with any of them, I waited. This mission was too critical to mess up. That bastard Val really owes me. Not only am I helping his firstborn, but I am doing it for free.

Asking around, I found myself in the northern district, far from the Eastern district where our estate resided. Noticing a larger number of men, who seemed on guard, I removed my cloak, knowing it would gather more attention than needed.

Silversparrow Tavern, quite a well-known tavern for those of the younger nobility to visit. A place of kids, if you will. Also, making it a place I would not visit. Who the hell wants to deal with kids? I want a Woman! not a teen!

Stepping into the towering building that spanned over five stories, the first thing to touch upon my body was the scent of the amber in the air, followed by warm, comforting music that made one wish to stay.

"Welcome," a half-dragon woman with shining crimson scales uttered with deafening allure. "Please find yourself a table."

"Afraid, I am on business. Do you seem to recall a man by the name of Richter?"

The Draconic Half-Breed smiled, biting her cheery lips, while her scarlet eyes grew a bit wet, with a pang of predatory desire."Are you sure you don't want to play with Silan?"

Damn you, Richter! I never had a fucking dragon before! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

"Another time," I mournfully cried. Pulling out a midgrade Celeste, Silan grinned, licking her lips," Well, if you are interested, I can be quite... bendable." She whispered seductively as my heart began to bleed, "The man you are looking for just went to the fifth level. He should still be there."

Clearing my throat, I smiled, completely changing my mind about this place. Rushing up the stairs, before my baser instincts took over, I shot up to the fifth level on foot.

"Drar. Do you think he will show?" the mature voice of Richter echoed.

Drar? Like the prince of hell? Is he with him?

"Hehe," That fiendish bastard giggled with an aged tone, "Have I ever stirred you wrong? My dear disciple?'

Narrowing my gaze, I did not step away. Drar could probably sense me, but it seems like things have gotten even more complicated. So Richter has two Masters, and one is a fucking prince of hell. That bloody idiot.

"RICHTER!!! I roared, shaking the fifth level with my booming voice," Where the hell are you, you, little dick bastard! Don't make me start spilling secrets about you from Pendragon!"

"Uncle?' My little nephew shouted back as I saw a tall, handsome man with long dark hair and silver eyes appear. He had a large grin on his face, but it was all but a mask. He was scared, terrified that I was here instead of someone else.

Matching his grin, I wrapped my arms around my blood, but my gaze fell upon not one but two people that were beside him. A woman with emerald hair and eyes. She was a bit short, but she was without a doubt. There was just something about her that seemed to whisper peace.

The elderly man, however, was far from different. All I saw was a shadow of death etched around his body. My very soul shuddered before this thing's gaze, that hell only darkness.

"Drar'ethiul, I presume?" I solemnly claimed.

He smiled, "So you know who I am, boy. Truly, the House of Snows is the most talented bastards I have ever seen. Should Illuthat open, you all will truly find your way to the top. You may even rival us, devils."

"You know my Master?" Richter that fool warmly uttered, baffling me.

"Do you know who he is?"

"He is training from the bottom of his heart. Why do I need to know?"

And they say I am retarded. If Arsene finds out, which he will, even I could feel the devilish intent upon Richter. He will kill him without hesitation. This is all kinds of fucked up!

"It matters not of Master Drar; let me show you, my fiancee. Mother and Father just met her before I left. Her name is Larisa, the flower of my eye.