Warlock of War: My Ares System

My status was still stuck in place, practically unable to move from where it was set. I was beginning to wonder if I had made the wrong decision of coming with Cy as Beezlebub was no more than a teacher who liked to torture his students. He had barely taught me anything and had only granted me a place of training that ate away at my mind. 

Of course, at the start, I recognized what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to meditate and learn more about the mana and most likely the system in general, but there was something else that came with the mana swirling around me. 

It was painfully dark and ate away at my sanity with each drop that I fused into my own mana veins. It was like the incarnation of evil that I had flowing through my body and with each passing second, I could feel its dark claws rip away at my mind. 

My mind was in tatters and it wasn’t going to be long before I fell into the pits of insanity. Meditation was something that couldn’t even help me at this point since I would be absorbing the very thing making me feel this way. 

“You fucking demon lord… at least give me some pointers,” I groaned, my saliva drooling onto the dirt and seeping into its arid dryness. 

…𝒪𝑣𝓵xt.𝕔𝒪𝚖

I got everything. Anything I ever wanted, I got it. You could definitely call me spoiled and I wouldn’t disagree with you. This led to my arrogance later on, permeating through the people I loved and the people I once called friends. So, in the end, I was alone. 

I had progressed too far. I was too far ahead of most of my family members, so the responsibilities began to stack up. At first, it was fun and exciting having the head be proud of me, but his corruption was obvious. Sure, he was a nice person, but the things he did and the things he made me do to other families for the sake of our own… left a bad taste in my mouth.

Then, I met these kids. They were nice. They were fun to be around. But what attracted me to them the most was how free they were. Sure, most of it came from their lack of parental guardians, allowing me to find a new sense of love in my own father, but I still yearned to be like them. 

I hung out with them more and more while our surroundings went to shit. The city had turned to chaos and we had been essentially locked into a battlefield created by the continental government. Little was known about them but their power was widespread. It was obvious this was their doing, but we still couldn’t do anything about it. 

For the first time, I had taken somebody’s life. It was definitely under the guidance of Orion and my father since this battlefield was so brutal that you were bound to take one. Thankfully, I got the short end of the stick as I had already seen so much death up close, so I didn’t have as much of an extreme reaction as Aisa or the others. And Orion… well, he was calm and collected as usual, but he did seem a bit off during that time. 

I don’t know if it was just me, but he seemed strange. Obviously, he was doing all of this, but at times he would have a strange burst of sympathy. I remember one time we were training in my mansion for an extended period of time in between battles, and he just seemed weird. 

Aisa eventually went up to him and when they both came back, she looked troubled. In just a one-on-one conversation, she told me everything. Somehow, he was worried about us despite putting us through so much just to get us to grow. I mean, he even killed my father yet now he was worried about me? About us? That emotionless monster?

For a while, I chalked it up as him just being bipolar. I wouldn’t be surprised if this sicko had a few more screws loose and it made a lot of sense most of the time. Strange bursts of anger, kindness, and then anger again. Extreme highs of excitement and extreme lows with even more anger… but now, what was now a countless amount of years later, after falling into hell, after conversing with the devil and making a deal with it, after so many hardships… one single piece of information came up to me, settling everything I needed to know. 

It was during the time we had all met in the capital of Leviathan’s territory. We had finished making that deal where we would all meet up again after training for fifty years, give or take. Orion was passed out, somewhat in a meditative state after his evolution and Aisa had also recently finished her evolution as well, filling the rest of us with a new sense of determination.

Everything was lit up once again with the flames of hardship. We needed to overcome another challenge even though most of us only knew vaguely what it was. And after everything was over and we began to split ways, Luna came up to me, delivering a piece of information separate from the rest of the group. 

He had reincarnated. Orion had fucking been reborn and Luna saw this through her throne world. Those things you had only seen in novels, movies, and shows… had living proof right in front of us. And the hardships he had experienced in that past life lined up with this life and those sudden bursts of emotions… and I mean, if you suffered through so much disease, death, and war in your past life before dying miserably on the battlefield, wouldn’t you obtain some kind of post-traumatic experiences? I’m sure he tried to suppress them and brush them off, using another tool to push them down even further… but there was still no denying that I had misunderstood him. I wanted to say sorry. 

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