Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System

"*sigh*..." I looked at my hand, seeing it shaking. The trauma was deeply rooted within this body, and now I was forced to deal with it because the previous owner of this body was useless. "I remember the look on my father's face as he saw me use that skill for the first time. I didn't even try to hone it, but by the time I was able to gain full consciousness, I used [Tidal Strike], destroying half of our garden. His face… my father's face, was horrified, angry, and almost disgusted. And before I knew it, I was on the ground, two thumbs pressed into my trachea, cutting off any ounce of breathing I could attempt muster."

"I-I'm sorry. Maybe we shouldn't have talked about this."

"No, it's fine. It's all in the past, and I could care less for certain reasons. But my hatred still hasn't disappeared. From that day, I wasn't even fed. I had to feed myself, and as my older siblings watched my father and mother, they realized I was almost below them. That they could do whatever they wanted… so, I was essentially tortured every day of the week. It sucked, and eventually, I had placed a subconscious limit on myself, as if wanting to gain back the recognition of my father and mother. I wanted them to see I was now talentless so they could love me again now that I wasn't going to grow past my eldest brother. They had already poured so much time, money, and health into this boy that they didn't want me, another sprout, to grow up only to prove that everything they did was for nothing."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

There was an awkward silence between us as the general began to process everything I had just explained.

"So, now that you know the reason… I'm sure you know what my goal is… to fucking crush that family if it is the last thing I get to do with this puny life of mine."

"You say that, but you don't seem that angry. I only feel a slight malcontent towards that family of yours. Do you really hate them as much as you make it out to be, or is it some kind of obligation you need to fill? Because from what I can feel from you, you're just a boy who wants a purpose in life."

She was right. It's not like I wanted this to be my purpose in life, but I had to do it. Otherwise, I was going to die. I needed to complete it no matter if these feelings of conflict injected deep into me were affecting me or not.

"But, I never liked them anyway. You're lucky your family isn't just an asshole to you, but also to everybody in this goddamn city. They're more of a nuisance than a problem since their family isn't very strong, just rich. The real problem here is their allies and the people they have behind them. Do you have any other insider information you could give about the family, or is that it?"

"Yeah, that's pretty much everything I can give. Just trauma, and I guess I can tell you the layout of our estate, but any weaknesses… yeah, I don't have anything."

"That's fine. Now, how about we settle why this woman here is stalking us," Azzaroth smiled, leaning back across the top of her chair and grinning at the woman in all black.

Clad in a long black trench coat and a brimmed black hat, she looked like an investigator of some sort. She had been listening in to our entire conversation this entire time. I mean, it was apparent not only as to why she was listening in but also who she was.

"Do I not get any privacy now that I've sold my life to your corps?" I asked, just as the woman with pitch-black eyes, swirling with an endless void, walked up to us. Her black heels clicked across the marble floor, resounding through the glass planes, vibrating them ever so slightly.

Everybody in the coffee shop could tell just how powerful she was just by looking in her direction. And this boss of mine was quite the sucker for powerful images.

"We have a meeting soon. I hope you can attend it in between your other meetings," The woman coldly glanced down at me, sending a string of shivers down my spine. It was as if the icy grip of death was currently placing its scythe around my neck.

Even the general in front of me was frozen with fear. She could hardly even move a muscle as this passing giver of death landed her pupils on her. And she smirked slightly at Azzaroth, as if laughing internally at something.

"Seven zero zero post meridiem. I expect to see you there as you five will be having your first mission."

"I understand, now, leave me alone. You're scaring somebody I'm currently working with," I glared back at the woman, trying to cover up the reigning fear that began to linger across the cafe. Everybody was frozen in place, unable to move under the suffocating breath of the underworld.

And as soon as she disappeared in an instant, I found myself collapsing in my chair, ultimately going limp as I sucked in as much air as possible. Everybody was doing the same, all while the general in front of me looked at my face with a confused expression.

"What the hell are you doing with an apostle of death?" She huffed, now starting to realize just how little oxygen was left in her lungs.

"An apostle of death? Is that her class or something?"

"I-I mean, it could be, but another name for an apostle of death is an apostle of darkness. She's part of the dark temple. The demonic temple. The temple of death. Our reigning enemy for thousands of years. A-Are you a spy?"

"Of course not. She's a teacher at my school, and I'm part of a team from our school that specializes in assasination… wait, are you saying-"

"Dude, your school is a base of operations for The Temple of Darkness. Th-This is good information," The woman in front of me stuttered, but all of this went through one ear and out the other as something inside of me quivered.

"What the hell… I can't… breathe. Why is my chest being crushed?" I wheezed, the woman in front of me quickly getting out of her seat and sitting me back up straight.