Warlock of War: My Ares System

[You have re-claimed the Title: Sangria-Eyed King]

[Fate has been spun]

[Your future will be affected]

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The world around me shattered, unspinning the thread of reality but quickly absorbing back into the atmosphere of this demonic battle.

The man in front of me saw my instant shift in power and took a step back while I took a step forward, raising my hands into the air and conjuring a myriad of spinning weapons made from my bloodlust.

"[Bullet]," I muttered using the influence of my ancient tongue, causing the weapons to shoot at the man as if they were bullets unaffected by the raging atmosphere.

But, just as they were about to collide and as I coughed up heaps of blood from using the ancient tongue, the demon lord smiled maliciously.

VWOOM… CRASH

The sound of glass shattering into thousands of pieces echoed throughout the air, and my attacks were suddenly absorbed into the kaleidoscopic sky and reflected back at me with double the power and speed.

As they whistled past me, I ducked down to dodge the remaining ones, but it seemed that was just a warm-up as the demon lord in front of me unfurled a pair of leathery black wings.

"[King of The Kaleidoscopic Domain: Absolute Uneven]," The man muttered, and suddenly, it felt as if my body had been put on a scale, weighing the weight of my sins.

The scale even appeared around me, quickly dropping into the void below as if to sentence my judgment.

VWOOM

I suddenly hit the ground below, reappearing in my own throne world, but I felt completely exhausted, and as the man before jumped around with excitement, I could barely claw my way up to a standing position.

My muscles ached with my bones feeling as if they would break any second, and as if the gods still continued to curse me all the way in hell, my body split open.

It started at my arm, where my skin and flesh completely opened up, spurting a blast of blood that coated my own face.

My shoulder followed up, and then both of my calves were ripped open, only to be sewn back together by the black goo that seeped out of my skin.

[Vessel cannot contain the power of the Sangria-Eyed King]

As I read the panel in front of me, I clicked my tongue with anger, disappointment, and, most of all, rage.

"That power of yours is strong… but your control over it is pitiful," The man muttered, and as my body continued to split open, a series of thorny black vines spread across my body.

The man's eyes widened as he saw this and then suddenly dashed towards me, his throne world seemingly concentrating behind his fist and stretching into that of a gauntlet.

"[King of The Kaleidoscopic Domain: Severing Soul]," The man muttered before punching me in the gut, going straight through my stomach and leaving a gaping hole in my abdomen.

I attempted to gasp for air, but with only half a lung left, no oxygen could be flown through my bloodstream.

VWOOM

But, just as my throne world around me began to crumble, a streak of icy wind burst past me, and the demon lord whose fist was stuck in my abdomen was conked straight in the forehead, flying backward.

"Insane bastard… even that couldn't pierce his skin," I heard a voice mutter as I grabbed my stomach and attempted to focus all of the black goo into the center of my body.

[Miasma Infused Presence] was the key behind this black goo, so each time I poured mana into it, the more spewed from the hole.

But, it seemed as if there was a thin film of this reflective material that prevented me from closing the wound up.

It also prevented more blood from spilling out, but the massive gaping hole definitely didn't help my case in the slightest.

"Aisa… Run… Take the others and run," I muttered as the demon lord suddenly entered an enraged state from being shot in the head by Aisa.

"Don't worry… My sniper shot causes paralysis for a bit, so we can still finish him off-"

"NO! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" I shouted, causing Aisa to shift her eyes towards me to see if I was actually serious.

Her eyes widened upon seeing the enraged expression that was suppressed by me biting down on my lip as hard as I could.

Blood drew from my lip, dripping into my lap and leaving me completely powerless at the thought of running away.

Shit… Shit… I'll kill you… I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! YOUR HEAD WILL BE MINE! I'LL MAKE SURE YOU DIE THE WORST DEATH IN EXISTENCE! I'LL FEED YOU TO THE GODS AFTER I TORTURE YOU UNTIL YOUR MIND BREAKS! I SWEAR YOUR HEAD WILL BE MINE!

As I cursed internally, all of my friends ran away from the massive palace, being chased by the demon lord, who was blinded by rage, Aisa carrying me with her.

Anybody who got in his way, whether that was a loyal servant or one of his hundreds of loving prostitutes, was blown to fleshy bits that scattered across the pure white stairs leading up to his palace that overlooked the city.

"Allow us to assist you," A man cloaked in black said as he ran beside us, and all of a sudden, three more cloaked men stepped in between the enraged demon lord and us.

A pink aura surrounded them entirely, blocking the flurry of attacks that came from the enraged man.

"Who are you?" Cy asked, his eyes just barely open due to his exhaustion.

"People who want to kill that guy… We'll talk more later, but for now, we have to get you away from here before it's too late… Just stick by me," The man cloaked in black robes muttered lightly before the people defending us were blown to bits.

Even more, people cloaked in black stepped in between us, also getting blown to bits upon coming into contact with the demon's fists.

"Huff… huff… huff… huff…."

We ran through the streets of the city of lust, eventually losing the demon lord, who let out an air-shattering cry that ran through the streets.

Nobody really seemed to care as they continued about their business while we entered a prostitution center and ran past all of the private rooms.

We soon entered the very last room where a tall and muscular incubus, the man version of a succubus, guarded heavily.

"We're back," The man right beside us suddenly uncloaked himself, revealing a beautiful incubus that the guard immediately recognized.

He had long teal-blue hair, bright blue eyes, flawless light-grayish skin, and a pair of pure black horns about as long as my forearms.

He's strong…

"Who are the tagalongs? Foreigners?"

"Just a few people who could help us out when the time comes to kill the demon lord," The incubus smirked before the guard swiftly let us in.

As we walked through the door, we found ourselves in some kind of hangout spot that was decently large, most likely bigger than the rooms we had passed by.

There had to be at least twenty demons present, just hanging around playing cards or eating and talking to each other.

Though, they were all incubus and succubus who were most likely part of this prostitution center… and as we foreigners entered, we stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Jack! What are you doing!?" One of the succubi cried out as she stormed toward us and began to inspect us from head to toe.

"I brought some friends who could help us out," The incubus who had brought us here shrugged before taking a shot glass and pouring some whisky in it.

He offered us some, but after seeing how I needed medical attention immediately, he sighed and gestured for me to lay down on the couch.

"Hold on, hold on, he might bleed into this perfectly good couch," The succubus interfered, but it seemed Findir was getting quite annoyed with her as he suddenly wrapped around her neck weightlessly, two daggers of darkness threatening to stick into her head.

"Alright… settle down," Jack, the incubus, announced as all of the other present succubi and incubi had directed their sharp tails at weak points in Findir's body.

They were quick to react and were obviously highly trained demons who could hold their own in a fight… but Findir was on a different level.

Behind the succubi and incubi were blades of wind that threatened to crush their throat if they moved even an inch in any direction.

"Slow…" Findir muttered before climbing off the succubus, who started sweating profusely.

As Cy set me down on the couch and the present demons gave way to my body, I pushed all of the medical attention back.

None of them could do anything for this wound, whether they liked it or not, so I was forced to pour as much of my mana into forming more bloodlust that I used as some sort of hook.

"All of you step the fuck back and don't interfere with my concentration," I demanded before pressing against the sturdy film covering my abdomen.