Revenge is best served cold.

'Because it has a goal, the arrow can overcome any obstacle'

-A sad young man.

This must be the place'. After a long tiring walk to the monster lords castle, he has finally arrived. He opens the gates, with a vulgar creek they open giving way for light to enter.

He steps forward with his hands in his pockets, it's chilly. There's an ominous aura lurking around. As he continues through the hallway he sees paintings on the wall, they tell a story.

A man, who sought revenge, sold his soul to a devil pretending to be a god and the devil gave this man a crown with fantastic powers to hunt his enemies and satisfy his thirst for vengeance. He achieved his goal, but then the devil visited him... the rest of the paintings are broken, shattered and scorched by flames.

Reno stops at the last painting, trying to make out what was there before, but his efforts are in vain. The only part he can make out is a scene where a man kneels before the devil.

'Siren failed, I see...

Reno, immediately alarmed by the voice speaking looks around him, but he can't see anyone. 'Skull?' he asks whatever's speaking. A cold breeze swirls inside the castle making it even colder. The door at the end creeks opens, without a choice, he follows the voice inside.

Inside lies the monster lord Slater, seated on his high throne. His throne, made of skulls and bones of men and monster alike, towers above Reno. Upon it he sits, looking down on Reno as a man to an insect, in utter hatred.

'Today, I gain my freedom, do not think highly of yourself human. You shall merely be my stepping stone' he said in a strict threatening voice.

'I was just about to say the same' Reno said as he giggled. Slater giggled too, their laughter filled the room dying down slowly. Slater took off his crown and held it before him, holding it with both arms.

Outside, the infernos that raged cooled until they were no more, this happened all over the monster lords realm in a circle with his castle in the centre and the ice drew closer.

'Is he gathering the flames?' Reno thought to himself, gradually getting more and more uneasy with Slater's strength growing by the minute.

'I sense vengeance in your heart, but your mind doesn't even begin to comprehend the word!'

Slater descended from his throne, wearing his crown. Reno learned from his previous mistake with Damian and immediately went into a defensive stance, keeping his hands in his coat pockets and his right foot ahead of his left, lax as it may seem it is a powerful stance even Slater is wary of.

'Impressive...but you are still insolent. Only unlocking a quarter of your crown's powers'

'Ho? Well what other abilities does it have' he asked mockingly.

Frost began to cover Slater's bones, starting from his crown. It covered his body like skin forming muscle. 'This is just one of them'.

Slater's transformation into his ice form 'Loki's warlord' was finally complete. Reno kept to his stance, unaware of what he might do next. He resisted to make a move, his first mistake.

Like the wind, Slater vanished from his sight. 'From above?' he said as he looked up expecting slater. 'No' he hears from a voice behind him. Reno could feel something cold digging into his back. Using his smoke vanishing technique he disappears and reappears closer to Slater's throne, leaning on it

'If I hadn't teleported at the last minute, that spike would have pierced my heart!..ugh'

Slater threw the icicle aside and rushed at him leaving no time for Reno to recover. Slater punches him in the gut sending him flying a few meters, but Reno manages to land on his feet. Now he launches spikes at Reno from his hands, one manages to slightly scratch his cheek but he avoids the rest. Through the hole in his coat, it can be seen as his wound closes.

'If I don't go all out...!' He says to himself hitting the spikes away with his hands. His second mistake.

Slater stops his attacks, to laugh? 'You fool, I didn't think it would be so easy but, you've fallen right into my trap!'

Reno looked confused at the monster's words, not taking them so seriously. 'That's enough playing around. Summon sabre: Acadia!!' by his command, with an escort of flames a finely crafted sabre came forth.

'A named weapon?'

'That's right, so it's much stronger than a regular one'. He grabbed the sword and ran to Slater, launching himself from a wall, Slater dodged, Reno twists and lands managing to crack the ice covering Slater's hand.

Reno swings his sword with considerable force, getting faster and closer to striking slater. 'Just a few more moves and-.

'-ughh..'

He felt something, he couldn't control his breathing and he began to shiver intensely. He shivered so fervently his sword fell out of his hand. Reno was confused by the situation, and his skin slowly turned blue.

Reno had already entered the first stage of, hypothermia.

'By now your enter body should be experiencing a cold hell. Did you think I control the flames? No, they are my prison. And now my frost shall be yours. Welcome, to my purgatory of ice'.

Reno held himself tightly trying to warm himself. Slowly, the cold brought him to his knees. 'You touched my ice, now you are doomed to this curse of cold'.

Reno got up, his skin now almost totally blue. Slater was a little impressed by Reno's stamina and the fact that Reno still had the guts to smile.

'Ever since I got these powers, I've had an unordinary understanding of them. I realized that by exploring and studying my abilities they could get stronger and I could unlock new summons'

'Right now, there is only one summon in my arsenal that can save me, I was almost certain I could win without it...but here I am' he said to himself.

He removed his crown, with his shaking right hand and left it to float in the air.

'O flames of vengeance, bringing warmth to my heart and agony to my enemies', the flame that consumes all in its path...

Runic writings form a circle around him as he recites his chant.

'...A flame beyond comprehension grant me your power. Great flame of gluttony!!!!'

The air in the atmosphere heated and thinned out, Reno's eyes shone with power and his skin warmed. His powerful flames began to melt the ice protecting Slater but he wasn't done.

'Summon great sword: Titan!'

From his crown, a large gold sword began to float out. His glowing aura made him look like an angel, but then, his aura started to darken taking its sinister true form.

'Now, I will show you the power of a summon king!!'

Slater began to sweat, or maybe it was because of the heat melting his ice, but he was worried.

Reno marched forward, slowly. But in a flash, he cut the distance. He landed a huge attack on Slater, breaking him out of his ice armour. Slater made a sword out of his ice.

With both of them at full power! Their swords clashed. Destroying the castle and everything in their path. Slater bashed Reno away, quite a distance.

'AAAhhhh!!!!'

With one final powerful clash, the result was decided

-Leon Castle-

Time: 5:55 PM

Hade just returned from calling Damian out for dinner. She looked at her phone desperately, still hoping that her master would return.

As she walked down the stairs, she still held the phone tightly. Then she joined Killin to set the table. She didn't say a word to her. The two went to the kitchen to grab the remaining silverware and glasses from the pantry.

'Neon, I advise you to lose hope in him. Humans are incapable of anything. It is to be expected' Killin told her as they headed to the dining room.

'Achoo'

Hade could hear someone sneeze from the dining room, she looked inside. And at the end of the long table, there he was, Her master returned.

Her eyes began to water and she dropped the silverware she was holding.

'Ma-master!!' she called out in a childish voice.

Reno had bandages all over him, it seemed he caught a cold.

She rushed over to him questioning him on what happened and why he stayed so long, she cried as though she hadn't seen him in forever. And from the doorway, Killin watched in disgust