Warlock of War: My Ares System

Chapter 464 Wielder Of The Demonic Flame (2)

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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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"Kekekeke… is the dark energy already eating away at your emotions?" A voice caused me to snap my eyes open, forcing me upwards and causing me to grab my face. From the front to the back my entire head ached. It felt like it was going to be split open at any moment. 

"Get me the fuck out of here," I turned towards Beezlebub, his body floating in the insanely heavy and pressurized abyssal water. At first glance it was no more than a polluted mess of liquid but once you saw how there was absolutely no light down here besides the grass somehow shimmering in the abyss with color, did you realize how far deep we were. "GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! I'M GONNA FUCKING LOSE MY MIND! TAKE ME TO CY! I WANT TO SEE CY RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" 

"No," The man sadistically smiled, his hand gripping my chin and pulling me close to him. I was too exhausted to do anything but glare at him with as much pent-up anger and emotion as I could muster. "I need you to suffer a bit more… that demonic flame of yours is quite beautiful but it hasn't reached its full potential." 

"You piece of shit… I'm gonna kill you one day. Just know you'll die by my own fucking hands," I grit my teeth, collapsing into the green grass below me, easing the pressurized water that attempted to snap my spine in half. 

"Psh… I'd like to see you try Princess," The demon lord smirked, disappearing into the darkness once more. 

It was more than obvious what he was doing. He was trying to break my pride. He was trying to break my mind and force me to submit to him. He clearly wanted something from me and Cy and this was just another means to that end, so I had to resist. 

"But I won't last much longer… I have to escape… I have to get out of this body of water," I muttered, looking up. Darkness. Straight darkness. It was abysmally demoralizing yet I had no choice but to suck it up and lay on the grass patch. 

A day passed. Two days passed. Three days passed. Slowly, I was gathering my stamina. I needed just enough to be able to spread my senses thin, allowing me to form an almost string-like tool made of my own skills that can hopefully reach the surface. 

On the tenth day, I sat in the middle of the grass patch and closed my eyes. My body almost instinctively went into a meditative state and began to circulate mana, but just before that could happen I snapped myself out of it. I then gripped my hands into two tight fists, balled them up, and set them easy in my lap. 

In and out, in and out, in and out, was the proper circulation. I honed my senses to the max. I made sure I could feel each individual water molecule slide against my skin, moistening my hair, and wetting my nails. It was an almost surreal feeling that only the most skilled of individuals would be able to comprehend. 

With another series of deep breaths, I compressed my senses into a tight ball, holding it deep inside my chest. At that point, I couldn't feel anything. If something snuck up on me, I was bound to be killed yet thankfully it seems nothing was down here. And after rolling out that ball of senses that I had condensed, I targeted it upwards until I found it. The surface. 

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