Freya - My Knight

" I say you will be a monster amongst the many devils." He expressed, trailing around with his usual grin that scared the hearts of many.

I did not. No. I could not trust Arsene. I wanted to; there was like a whisper of a calling in my heart. I resisted knowing it was his doing, but before Arsene, there was always this invisible hold over me, making decisions I wished for but would not usually make without careful thought.

"It's not just you; I am turning, Freya. I genuinely wish to have Mimir on my side. To have a mind such as his on my side makes my life easy." He carefully whispered, hovering off the floor; he approached me on the same eye level. "So, what do you say?"

"I will not be your slave? Can you promise that?" I asked as I was unwilling to be under someone's will, like with Odin. I wanted to make my own decisions. I wanted to be at least able to be free.

"I have no interest in making you my slave but rather my knight. I have too many enemies far above my level. I need a protector." He solemnly said, glancing up to the skies; Arsene shook his head half-heartedly, "and you are my first choice."

Covering my hands to hide my smile, I giggled, "Oh please, I am sure I am not your first choice, but I do like the complement. I agree since I do not have any other choice. I am a slave to my legacy, and it needs to be broken."

He smirked and nodded, "Good, then take me to my kingdom so that I may also change Mimir as well as you."

Placing my hands upon Arsene's shoulder, he suddenly scrunched his nose. "Do I need to cover all of Midgard in my Qi to make it my territory? I don't think my Qi is that large. I may bet at most half."

"I guess a false god like you would not know, but when making a realm or planet your domain that you haven't fully explored or built, you need to have enough fate. So most gods usually start with a city, and from there, the domain of divinity will spread on its own via karma or belief."

Widening his eyes, he smiled, "That's why my inherent knowledge didn't say anything about it. Now that's badass. This makes things on Alos so much easier."

Taking a bit of liberal action, Arsene wrapped his arms around my waist, "Let's go!"

Snorting a bit of air from my nose, my eyes couldn't stop themselves from rolling, "Whatever,' I muttered beneath my breath, whisking Arsene from the Forest of Tyr into the city of flames Ezra had created with Arsene's help, known as Aze.

Spewing towering black flames that scorched the skies black, endless ash fluttered through the breeze, surrounding the airspace where we stood.

"Ezra really did do a good job." Removing his hands from my waist, he flew through the skies and to the castle situated within the city's center. "Those hell pits are frightening; even a false god would die if they entered those flames."

"Where are the faceless?" He suddenly asked, glancing around.

"Gone, Mimir thought it would be a good I dear for the devils to follow the faceless lead. They would act as acolytes on the various planets. When you reach godhood, you can have your people claim land and planets in your name, and you will receive the benefit," I answered, growing a bit annoyed by the endless questions.

Chuckling, he flew down, landing on the patio to his room, "I missed this place, but I guess me and Lilith will be staying here instead of Alos. It will be safer with Grey growing a bit unstable."

Rushing into his room and into the halls, Arsene held a childish smile as he made his way towards Mimir's courters in the residential area. Ignoring the maids who bowed with a pure reverence, Arsene's smile couldn't have grown more.

"MIMIR!!!! I'M BACK!!!" He roared, kicking down his door, "What up!!!"

Stepping through, my gaze skimmed over that rat bastard's bitter eyes. "My god, your really back. Why?"

"Now that's a bit rude." He said, lifting the head into his hand like it were a ball. "No greetings for your king? Come on; I'm about to give you a body, you know."

"Aye, m'boy, I am happy to see you, but every time I do, someone seems to die, or chaos follows. So forgive me when I say I am not happy."

Arsene shrugged like that had nothing to do with him, "It's the sweetness; the bitches simply cannot get enough. How has my kingdom been?"

Raising Mimir to his eye level, Arsene grew slightly solemn while Mimir spoke," Good. There has been a brief time of rest between the four great powers. You here to finally claim Midgard as your land?"

"Damn right. Think there will be enough people who worship me to propel me off into godhood?" HE excitingly inquired, unable to hide his joy.

"Definitely. Remember, you have a mortal Dao; once it mixes into your territory, every action people perform based around your Mortal Dao will grant you a little divinity. In some cases, you can read your subject's mind, brant them power on different planes, or downright kill them with a thought."

"Killing with a thought, huh. That does sound like something Arsene would do." I mocked, recalling the Scarlet Blood Lake he made. To this day, no mortal within Midgard dares to travel to that battlefield as some claim to still hear the crazed crackles of demonic laughter.

"My Dao Heart was formed with the seven sins and is known as devil hearts. So simple lie, a fit of rage, or a passing glance could grant me divinity?" He muttered, shocking the heart of both myself and Mimir.

It had to be understood. I gain divinity by death and life. Since my passive domain of divinity stretches over all the realms, if a single person was to die, I would gain a bit of divinity, same for if they live long lives.

But with my death domain, I would only get a single burst of divinity from a single person, while with life, I would gain one shot of divinity each passing day.

My Dao was monstrous, but I was lacking compared to Arsene, who could get multiple boons of divinity from a single person. No, we all were lacking.