Warlock of War: My Ares System

Chapter 379 Intermission: Child Aisa



『Status』

[Name: Aisa Hayha]

[Race: Demon] 

[Class: Ghost Hunter]

[Level: 55/55] (200/200) XP Needed

[HP: 100/100 MP: 50/50 SP: 80/80] – Above Human 

[Strength: 55] – Above Human 

[Defense: 25] – Above Human 

[Magic: 55] – Above Human 

[Speed: 205] – Above Human 

[Skills: [Dagger Coating] [Dagger Enhancement] [Ghost Presence] [Presence Deletion] 

[Bullet Enhancement] [Gun Enhancement] [Haste] [Empower] 

[Ghost of Ice Skills: [Twin Invisible Slash] [Eyes of A Ghost] [Body of A Ghost (Partial)] 

[Breath of The Undead World] [Terrorizing Pressure]

[Passive Skills: [Breath of the Snowy Underworld] [Emotion Suppresor] 

[Focus of A Trained Sniper] [Lineage of a Trained Sniper] [Constitution of a Tarturling] [Prisoner of Tartarus] [Iron Speech] [Demon’s Gluttonous Stomach] [Potion Organs] 

[Blessing of A Demon God (Humiliation)]

[Rune Path: [Destroying Twin Slash] [Throne World: Concentrated Capsule of Ice] [Locked] [Locked] [Locked] [Locked] 

[Equipment: [Magic Ring] [Storage Ring] [Daggers of The Black Ice] [Flesh Sniper]

…  𝒪𝑣𝐋xt.𝔠𝑜𝐦

As the woman walked and grabbed the handle to my door, she saw me holding my neck, which leaked with trickles of blood. It wasn’t a life-threatening amount, but it was pretty painful. It didn’t even feel like I had been bit now that the anesthetic had worn off as now, it just felt like I had been shot in the side of my neck. 

“*sigh*… Come here,” She muttered, but instead of waiting for me to come to her, she stepped forward and gently clasped my chin with her hand. As she touched me, I felt a strange connection with a warm glowing ball that held itself tightly within the center of her chest. Was that her soul? Why was it so warm? Why was it so comforting?

“Why’d you bless me?” I asked, feeling her free hand clasp around the injury. A warmth spread from her cold palms and to my neck, healing the injury almost instantly. My flesh rewound itself into a solid blockage for the artery that had been nipped. But for some strange reason, I didn’t bleed out… so maybe she was already applying some kind of healing magic as she withdrew from my neck? 

I was full of questions as the woman sat on the side of my bed, her eyes gently gracing my face as she inched towards me. Her hand then finished with the healing process, but upon seeing my troubled look that waited in anticipation for an answer, she let out yet another long sigh. 

“I apologize, I didn’t quite catch your question. Can you say that again?” 

Her kindness was almost uncanny, and as she continued to get closer and closer to me, I felt more and more uncomfortable. So, I inched away, just a few wiggles from her, before asking my question once again, the woman staring intently at me with a warm smile. 

“W-Why did you bless me?” I now stuttered under her intense gaze. She was kind, sure, but when thinking of her title and the fact that she might be even more powerful than a demon lord made me nervous. 

“Because I felt like you were a good candidate for my power. Unlike that boy you were traveling with and the girl you just met,” The woman smiled, her slick black pupils almost vibrating as she suddenly closed the distance between us. No, it wasn’t sudden, I had just been so entranced by her presence that I didn’t realize she had been inching closer and closer to me. 

“How did you know that?” 

“I experienced your life in a mere second. My main power is the mind. I can read memories, alter memories, and manipulate the emotions of as many people as I can sense. And when I granted you my blessing to better understand you, I took in all your knowledge. Everything you’ve learned, every little detail, every little embarrassing moment, every time you’ve discovered something new… I experienced it.”

“That’s… creepy as fuck,” I nervously chuckled, backing away from her, only to realize I had reached the edge of my bed and was now pressed against the wall. The woman only got closer and closer to me, but the thought of using a skill to push her away or escape was something that was suppressed immediately. It was like a flame of ideas, only to be extinguished as soon as it had been lit. 

“I’m sorry you think that,” She whispered into my ear, and as her hand reached towards my head, her long slender fingers stretching to grasp my face, I closed my eyes. I waited for her hand to touch me, but the only thing I felt was a warm grace cup on the side of my head. Slowly, my head fell to a warm and soft lap that made me feel comfortable. I was bubbling on the inside with an almost artificial amount of content. “I’m sorry about your mother.” 

“Please don’t try and be a mother figure to me if that’s what you’re after.” 

“I never wanted such a thing in the first place…” She smiled, her hand slowly stroking my hair, making it harder and harder to keep my eyes open. My body felt totally relaxed, and staying awake felt like a pipe dream as I was lullabied to sleep by a light hum from the demon god. 

… 

I had a sister. Well, she wasn’t blood-related, but I definitely considered her a sister. And a brother. I had always wanted a brother, and he was the perfect boy for that job. They were twins, born on the same day and nearly identical if it wasn’t for their genders. 

As I exited the house resounding with the wails of women and the grunts of men, I saw them across the street. They were kicking a simple rubber ball around, back and forth, back and forth. It looked fun, so I joined in, running down the shoddy wooden steps that led up to my disgusting abode, reeking of the stench of perfume and caked makeup.

“C-Can I join?” I hesitantly asked, looking at the girl who gently smiled back at me. They looked to be a few years older than me, but at that time, they seemed like fully-fledged adults. Just from the way they carried themselves and presented themselves were mature. I wanted to be like them. From that very instance, I wanted to be just like them. Mature and uncaring of their disturbing surroundings. 

“Of course,” the brother smiled, his soft golden eyes and twitching light brown pointy ears welcoming me into their secluded bubble of happiness. They were in an open space with plenty of passersby, ready to spend their weekly paycheck on a night of fun and pleasure, but somehow this little corner on the open street felt tight and secure. It felt as if nobody could enter unless invited. 

We played until the sun had set and the moon had risen into the night sky. The warmth and soft lighting of lamps illuminated the dusty streets. The stench of perfume now permeated through the thin walls, announcing the moans of various items to be purchased for that night. The night had been set. The mood had been set, and so even more customers came flowing into the street. 

“I-I should go back before m-mommy hits me again… b-bye,” I nervously smiled before weaving through the crowd effortlessly. The light brown skin and golden eyes of my newly made friends soon blended into the crowd, and I was happy. I couldn’t help but smile for the first time since… well, forever. 

SLAP 

But that happiness didn’t last long as I came into my mother’s room, the smell of her smoking that rancid white powder covering the stench of her humiliation. Cash had been scattered across the room, and the disgusting liquid was dried into the thick mats below. 

She noticed me as soon as I stepped foot into the room. She then proceeded to storm through her work of cash and bodily fluids and grabbed me by the hair. Her pale and effortlessly soft hand came down on my chest, smacking me into the ground as she tossed her pipe to the side.

Her breath blew the stench of opium into my lungs as I attempted to inhale as much air as possible. With the wind knocked out of me, what choice did I have? 

“You little shit… where the hell were you?” She growled, her condescending tone making me shrink back. I failed to say anything, causing her hand to come down on my face, making a smacking noise so loud that it could be heard from outside the building. Yet, nobody cared to intrude on her personal matters. Even the owner of this brothel didn’t care as my mother racked in the most money out of all the prostitutes in a one-hundred-meter vicinity. 

She was beautiful. Her long light blue hair and pale white skin were messy with smeared makeup. Her revealing robe was across the room, leaving her in just a skimpy pair of underwear and bandages that wrapped around her voluptuous chest. And finally, those pale gray eyes of hers, which could switch between all emotions within a fraction of a second, continued to look down on me. 

It hurt. I hated it here. I wanted to be free from this place. 


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