Warlock of War: My Ares System



Simultaneously, the second portal, the malevolent rift, undergoes a transformation of its own. The nightmarish entities and the hellscape landscape begin to dissolve as if being absorbed back into the depths of the abyss. The darkness and chaos recede, and the maw of the portal shrinks until it, too, merges into the man's being.

As these opposing realms swell and converge within him, the calm and collected man's aura undergoes a profound transformation. It surges with an intensity that borders on the brink of lashing out at everything around him. The celestial light and the abyssal darkness merge within his very essence, creating a mesmerizing dance of duality. His aura becomes a tempestuous maelstrom of divine radiance and infernal fury, a dichotomy of opposing forces on the verge of crashing.

The energy within him ripples and crackles with untamed power, straining against the confines of his being. It is as if the equilibrium he embodies, the balance between light and darkness, is a taut thread that could snap at any moment. The air around him vibrates with a pulsating tension, and those who witness this transformation can feel the monumental forces at play.

The calm and collected man stands at the precipice of a cataclysmic release of power, and the world around him seems to hold its breath, anticipating the imminent eruption of his aura. In this pivotal moment, he becomes a living embodiment of the cosmos's delicate equilibrium, a being on the cusp of transcending the boundaries of mortal existence and ascending to a realm of unimaginable power and significance.

"I accept my ascendance." 

…

I didn't really choose to be born. If I could have chosen though… eh, I probably would have still wanted to be born. My life has been full of ups and downs with me getting trampled on at every step of the road. At any moment in my life, I could tell you just what people had done to put me down. 

"Mother, I don't want to train anymore…" I nervously stood before her. That woman who ruined my life. The woman who had created me and the woman who somehow couldn't love me. 

No response, so I asked yet another question.

"... Why do I have to keep on training?" 

"To prepare yourself," She replied in the most monotone and robotic voice ever articulated. And at the same time, it was androgynous to the point where you could almost believe she was a man dressed up as a woman. 

Each one of her animalistic eyes disseminated amongst her exalted pale skin, writhed and wriggled in their sockets, looking at everything but me. Yet, even with so many eyes, she still couldn't bear to look at me. Was I a failure or was I just not strong enough yet to even have my existence recognized? It hurt knowing that it was probably both… even though I was the only creation. I was the first creation. Yet somehow I had already failed. 

Amongst the six primordial beings, I was the only one who was not a part of their group. Clearly, they were working on something, but for some reason, my mother went ahead and created me. The Angel of Existence Itself had turned a blind eye to the rest of its colleagues and created me. 

"Mom, I do not understand." 

"Understand what?" 

"Why you created me. Why did you create me?" And at that time, I had wished I had not been born. My life was full of solitude and continuous suffering for the sake of what? Well, at that time, I had no clue what it was for, so I was nothing but a stinky brat. "I didn't ask for you to create me, so why? Why? Why-" 

A tear trickled down my face while my expression could hold nothing but a smile of utter peace. In her presence, I wasn't allowed to display anything else, so that single tear was more than enough for her to tell me to-

"Leave," She commanded and without even a choice, I was banished from her section of space and back to my training room. 

They do not have mortal emotion and even though I wasn't really mortal, being the first creation of a primordial existence, I still had these emotions. I wish I didn't though. It made my training much more miserable than before, but eventually, I grew up. And the time that my mother had spoken of, the time that I had been training so long for… finally arrived.

At its inception, this being appeared as an ethereal, featureless silhouette, devoid of substance or form. Its existence was defined by an unsettling void that seemed to ripple and churn, hinting at the swirling turmoil beneath the surface. As an ugly aura ensnared it, this entity's malleable silhouette became an ever-morphing nightmare, an abhorrent amalgamation of contorted limbs, writhing appendages, and disjointed shapes. Its essence pulsed with eldritch energies that clashed and clashed, giving birth to unsettling and dissonant colors that defied the known spectrum of light.

With each passing moment, the entity's torment deepened. Its form fragmented into an array of grotesque appendages, each one a grotesque mutation of limbs and tendrils. These appendages wriggled and twisted independently, as though seeking to escape the madness of their host. The entity's core pulsed erratically, an irregular heartbeat of cosmic discord that sent shockwaves through the void around it.

The same ugly power continued to devour the entity from within, causing its form to warp and distort further. It seemed as though the very fabric of its being was unraveling, tendrils of chaos extending outward in every direction, like tendrils of an otherworldly plant hungry for sustenance. The entity's screams, if such a thing could emit sound, would have reverberated through the cosmos as a cacophonous symphony of madness.

As the transformation reached its zenith, the entity became an epitome of cosmic horror, a grotesque being torn asunder by the relentless onslaught of chaos. Its form was an ever-shifting mass of contorted limbs, amorphous flesh, and pulsating voids. Its presence was a vortex of unrestrained discord, radiating an aura of malevolence that threatened to consume all in its proximity.

No words could describe how horrified I was… but at the same time, no words could describe how fascinated I was. My eyes practically sparkled with ill intent as I saw this being meant for me to destroy within its fantastical transformation… as no more than a tool. A tool I could use to get back at my creator. A tool I could use to get back at my mother. The one who had made my existence so miserable. 

In the blank world of distance stars, the only thing that could be heard was… 

Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup 

I ran towards it. My hand stretched out while my body lunged forward. And in one instance, I was engulfed in a flame of chaos. It rampaged through my system, scraping the inner walls of my veins and pulsating through each chamber of my heart. It was like a foreign substance reacting to something it could not even begin to process… the inner workings of the first mortal. 

"Ugh… ugh… ugh…" 

Moans and groans of pleasure and pain continued to worm their way through me. For a moment, I felt so convoluted in ecstasy and despair that my brain shut down. For a moment, I felt like I could announce the position of every single particle within the universe. For a moment, I felt like I could do anything, will anything, create anything… but that was just for a split second as I was suddenly yanked out by a pale white hand. 

I was still in the moment, and the lingering thought of using this power to destroy that very same pale white hand flooded my brain. The only thing I thought of was killing her and so, I did just that. 

My hand, wrapped in the chaotic energy easily slipped through her chest. She displayed no emotion, but for some reason, it felt as though she was covering my vision. I was a fool at that time to not see further as I was so lost in the continuous power… but four other enigmatic figures were in the back, carefully watching me with intense malice. 

"Do not kill him… I beg of you." 

Those were the words that I could lipread from my mother. After delving back into memories, I was able to uncover that, but at that time, I thought she had something different. I mean, her face was so uninterested and almost bored that it looked like she could have yawned at any moment, so of course I would have thought of her as an evil person. 

Soon I was banished down to the depths of hell where I was forced to fight my way through hordes of eldtric monstrosities. And at that time, hell was no more than a breeding ground for failed projects created by the primordial beings. So, I fought… and fought… and fought… and fought… and fought… until I could no longer. 

Two Eons later, I woke up.