Warlock of War: My Ares System



"What is it?" I asked, glaring at the man who was only supposed to come here upon receiving bad news. But, I wasn't so oblivious to the state of the battlefield right now. 

Morale was dropping to its lowest point and that was with my skill: [Demonic Ally Army Morale Raiser]. This long-ass name meant nothing when the enemy was so overwhelming and the weather was so shit as it rained ever so lightly. It muddied the ground and darkened the skies, lowering the already hell-level difficulty amount of light. 

Monsters bit and slashed randomly as soon as they sensed the presence of one of these demon soldiers. Whether it was the stench of fear or a scream so loud that it shook the surrounding walls, they slashed and bit until there was nothing but a puddle of blood left. 

Soldiers did nothing but scream and cry with fear. Even the toughest, buffest, and most terrifying soldier on the battlefield was nothing before these monsters. And even with the buffs that I had gathered on all of them, they could hardly keep the front lines secure. 

"Commander, morale has dropped, but I have more importantly come to request something of you," The man announced, drawing the pitying gazes of the surrounding soldiers who saw me clench my teeth and fists. "P-Please hear me out… can you ride beside the soldiers? If the commander is on the battlefield then morale will rise. You don't even have to fight. Just please give some clear and concise instructions that could not only raise the morale but possibly shift the battle in our favor. PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU! MY PEOPLE ARE DYING AND I CAN'T STAND TO SEE IT ANY LONGER!" 

The crawling eyes of these lent soldiers crossed over each other and landed on me. I was frozen in place, torn between this dilemma, yet… I knew just which way I wanted to go. All it took was for my eyes to grow cold and stare down at the man whose face paled, already understanding this look of mine. 

"Are you questioning my planning? Aren't you supposed to sacrifice yourselves for the greater good?" 

"Luna…" Findir muttered, gritting his teeth as he saw those words visibly shake the surrounding soldiers. And I was right. They knew I was right, meaning they could do nothing but swallow the sickening feeling of seeing their comrades die. 

"C-Commander, if I follow your orders, will more of my brethren survive?" The soldier looked down at his feet, helpless before my authority. 

The screams of soldiers visibly tore through the air and up to the very top of this wall, accentuating my demonic appearance. My horns had grown twice their size from my initial evolution into a demon, stretching across the sky and displaying my rank to the lowers below… it was perfect. 

With this, everything was in place. From my influence to just the way I appeared, I was influential. Everything was in my control now and I feel every ounce of my body surging with this iron will to surpass Orion-

"Luna, don't be so cold… Lemme help you all out," Findir suddenly spoke up, turning towards the soldier whose tears rung amock. They painted his face with salty expressions of sadness, influencing and demoralizing the already rock-bottom archers surrounding me. Yet, when Findir spoke those words, their expressions brightened with hope and a new sense of willpower. 

"Findir, don't be fucking stupid. Sit there and don't get involved until I say so…" I snarled, yet the young man whose horns expanded equivalent to my size, faced me unwaveringly. The small additional crown of white keratin protruding from the top of his head, serving as some kind of jewelry or representation of status glimmered in an addendum to his uncaring expression. 

"Hey… I followed your orders because I have nothing else to do… you don't control me, Luna," Findir hopped off of the castle ridge and stood up to me face to face. 

At that moment, the entire wall. The entire battlefield. The entire city. They felt it. The presence of two beings meant to conquer. Face to face, their auras clashed in the sky like two demonic gods, suppressing the fighting will of both beast and demonkind. 

For but a moment, both sides froze in place, staring up at that single spot on the castle wall. With mana and miasma converging together, these two forces crackled with exploding black lightning tearing and ripping through the surrounding atmosphere. 

"Findir, I swear on everything that if you go down and ruin my plan, I will do everything in my power to stop you. If I have to kill you, I will follow through… I don't care. So, if you know better, sit still and shut your fucking lips." 

"You really think you can beat me?" The dark elf ascended into something much higher smiled, his eyes so creased and astonished that you could hardly see his pupils. 

"I'll pack you the fuck up."

"Bitch, if we fight it will end up with me smoking your ashes." 

"AHAHAAHAHAAHA! HOW AMUSING! THE ENEMY SIDE IS FIGHTING AMONGST EACH OTHER!" A booming voice ripped through the tension, causing the ascended demonic figures floating in the sky to turn towards a man swiftly approaching the wall. He rode atop a black snake with a set of wings so massive that they crossed the entire battlefield. 

The appearance of their general, invigorated the grotesque beasts of hell below, causing them to roar at the top of their lungs. This staggered the demon soldiers, freezing them in place and stun-locking them to the ground, serving their fleshy bodies on a silver platter fit purely for the tastes of these wild monsters.

His spiky black armor, dark red skin, and pure untainted white eyes all poured a bloodlust so concentrated and thick into the two that they had no choice but to give up their hostility and direct it onto their enemy. They were obviously reluctant but upon seeing the general gather a ball of fire as big as the battlefield below, aiming straight for the wall, they reconciled with a quick nod.