Warlock of War: My Ares System

"Indeed I was… before I was banished to this creation of molding souls and disgusting perverts. I have to live amongst these vermin for the rest of eternity… or that\'s at least what my creator wanted me to do… and it\'s not the gods you\'re thinking of. Beings that control everything. Beings that are all-powerful. Everything dances in the palms of their hands." 

"I know what you mean. I\'ve met two of them before." 

"I know you have. I smell them on you. I was an angel, a servant of them, but they banished me under the guise of balance. They needed to make sure the gods living up there in peace and harmony had something to balance them out… how thoughtful of them… right?" 

"I guess-" 

"WRONG! I WAS CREATED BEFORE THOSE FUCKING GODS! BEFORE THOSE FUCKING GODS WERE SENT TO THE OVERWORLDS TO TRAIN AND GROW THEIR POWER! WHILE I WAS FORCED TO DO SUCH A THING DOWN IN HELL!" 

I stayed silent as the black mass finished, contorting and growing. It had reached its limit as the entire room had been filled except for the space next to the door where I had pressed against it. It didn\'t open, and it didn\'t even budge at the fact that I was using all of my strength. 

Suddenly, Satan began to shake and quiver before suddenly condensing down into his normal humanoid form. Long black hair with pitch black eyes. His pupils were that of a pair of white demonic wings, slightly showing his connection to the realm of the gods. And then, as a neat black suit wrapped around his entire body, his horns began to sprout. 

They were massive appendages stretching across the entire room. They were so long and massive that he had to use a mixture of miasma and mana to condense them down into what looked to be his usual size… yet somehow, they were still bigger than mine. 

His normal pale white skin was a fiery red, that angered expression of his displaying just how much anger had been built up. At the same time, my hatred towards the gods was brewed over a couple of thousand years due to my training with Cerberus, while his had been fermenting for over an eternity. 

"Are you done throwing a tantrum?" I asked, wiping off the saliva that had drooled from his various mouths onto me. 

"Shut up…" He huffed, his bright red skin toning down into his normal white shade. 

"May I ask something? It\'s about the gods that you hate." 

"What…" 

"You hate the gods that were sent to the overworld, but you don\'t hate the all-powerful beings that sent you to hell? That doesn\'t make sense… it\'s almost as if you\'re redirecting your anger to the gods instead of, y\'know… them." 

"You\'re too smart for your own good. If the time ever comes, don\'t try and be a smart ass… and yes, I am redirecting my anger, but only because it\'s the only thing I can do. Do you want to take them on? Those things? Those beings?"

I could sense a hint of fear in the demon lord\'s voice as he talked about the primordial beings. His eyes intensely shifted around as if watching out for any spying beings… not that they would give a shit about him. I doubt they even remember him, and I\'m sure Satan knows that… making this the perfect and easiest revenge. 

"No, I understand where you\'re coming from," I shivered under the gazes I had witnessed during my apotheosis.

"Let me teach you something, boy," Satan gestured for me to come closer. And as if reacting to his non-hostility, I walked towards him until we were in arms reach. "Let me teach you about the history of existence. Not just your world or mine, but the history of everything and how it came to be." 

Slowly, his index finger grazed my forehead, and I felt the air in my lungs immediately get sucked out. But I wasn\'t choking or even dying at that matter as the throne world around us began to contort and shift. 

The scent of fresh baked goods infiltrated my nostrils, filling me up with a warm feeling that spread throughout my entire body. I clasped my mind around it, holding on until the shifting world around me finally set in place. 

Tuck tuck tuck tuck 

Rolling wooden wheels clacked against the hard stone brick floor. The scent of fresh baked goods was then overwhelmed by the tang of fresh fruits wafting through the air. The chirping of seagulls bellowed in my ears, and the slight flavor of salt spread across my tongue. 

"This is the first Eon—the Eon of Nobility," Satan spoke next to me, his suit changing into a tattered cloak with my clothes changing in tandem with his. We both donned two black cloaks wisping behind us with the fluttering wind while two black top hats sat on our heads neatly, perfectly crafted to our sizes. 

Surrounding me was a polluted coastal town leading down to a beach. Everybody was in neat suits and beautiful long dresses. There wasn\'t much casual style here, and just judging from the state of the buildings, it was easy to tell we were in the past. 

They were small, made of wood and stone brick while being no bigger than a large tree. It kind of reminded me of something as not only was there a thick smog of newly built factories made completely out of metal, outshining the flimsy buildings around us, but the pollution in what looked to be the ocean was overwhelming. 

"An Eon is a billion years… this just looks like the Victorian era. Are you sure this is during an Eon?" I asked, only to see the demon take a few steps away from me and then look me dead in the eyes. And in an instant, I almost died. The people around me held so much mana in their bodies that were convoluting into what we would now call air… no, oxygen itself.