Warlock of War: My Ares System

"Where are the rest?" 

"Oh yeah. So, they\'re all together as of now… or they should be if my intel is correct. They currently just finished fighting a small battle at Belphegor\'s territory. Their assailant is the Demon God of Wrath and his army. He would rather take the first steps and attack rather than wait to be attacked and quell the danger then." 

"I guess we\'re going there then…" I muttered before taking a quick glance at the demon god once more. "Do you not care that we want to kill the demon gods? Shouldn\'t you be at least trying to argue against it?" 

"Why should I worry?" Her eyes were dead serious and she had an eerie smile that basically said everything I needed to know. "It\'s not like you six can beat me anyway." 

…

(Orion POV)

"Commander, we await your order," The five generals spoke in unison before taking a knee right at my very feet. They had all changed quite a bit in various ways. From their ability to lead to their ability to fight… everything had been refined to its sharpest edge.

From the right, we had Magnus, a towering presence, draped in blood-red garb, while this figure also bore an aura of unyielding authority. Fiery eyes, like smoldering coals, pierced the darkness with a gaze that could set the world ablaze. A jagged sword, ablaze with infernal flames, hung at their side, its blade etched with ancient runes of power. The battlefield yielded to their strategic brilliance, and their rallying cries ignited the hearts of their vampiric legions, filling them with the unshakeable resolve to conquer all that lay before them.

Next, we had Alba. From elegance to an unwavering intellect, this enigmatic leader commanded both respect and fear. Corpse-white skin, untouched by the ravages of time, contrasted with raven-black spirals of keratin that cascaded like a midnight waterfall. Eyes of cold sapphire, as sharp as shards of ice, saw through the chaos of battle with an eerie prescience. A suit of ebony armor adorned their form, each silver accent a testament to their meticulous attention to detail. 

A hypnotic voice wove spells of strategic mastery, manipulating the very fabric of reality. In addition, on offense, shadows danced at their behest, turning the battlefield into a chessboard of doom, where every move was a step closer to victory.

Next, Linus, a colossal figure, draped in scales as dark as onyx, bore wings of demonic leather, allowing them to traverse the realms with a haunting grace. Abyssal eyes concealed countless battle scars, each telling a story of triumph over insurmountable odds. Their voice, like an infernal tempest, resounded across the battlefield, a harbinger of doom to all who opposed them. 

With a mighty warhammer, crackling with the energy of the abyss, this commander led vampiric hordes into the heart of chaotic battles, shattering enemy ranks with each thunderous swing, and carving a path to victory through the very heart of darkness itself. To sum it up, he was nothing but a tank with the brain of a strategist.

Next, there was Fastina. Radiating regal authority, this figure\'s ebony tresses cascaded like a river of shadow, framing a face that seemed both ageless and timeless. Twin voids for eyes devoured all light, holding within them the depths of the abyss. A gown of midnight silk shimmered with stars of otherworldly radiance, each one a symbol of their dominion over the realms beyond. 

Their command over the abyss bent reality itself to their whim, creating rifts in the very fabric of existence. Their vampiric subjects revered them as a ruler of enigmatic courage, willing to navigate the darkest of cosmic mysteries to secure their dominion. 

Or as I like to call it… the perfect instant transportation. 

And finally, last but not least, on the very far left was Lucious. Master of both flame and shadow, this leader wore armor of fiery crimson fused with obsidian, a fusion of opposing forces that mirrored their own duality. Hands crackling with dark fire, they could unleash infernal torrents that consumed all in their path. Vampiric fangs, gleaming like polished onyx, added to their fearsome appearance. Their cursed sword, forged in the heart of a demonic force, channeled the relentless fury of Hell itself. 

Fearless and relentless, they plunged into the heart of battle, their courage burning like an eternal flame, inspiring their vampiric troops to follow them into the darkest of conflicts, where the promise of victory was worth any price.

"Alba, I\'m sure I asked you to gather information on the weakest territory… do you still need more time or do you have a concise conclusion?" I asked, but she knew it was more of a threat than anything else. 

"Yes sir. I\'m sure you already knew, as I cannot match your greatness, but Asmodeus is the weakest target. Taking everything into account, he is the easiest one to take down. Not only is his territory spread very thin across a long range of land, but his subjects are extremely weak. There is even the rebellion that we can utilize to our advantage." 

"If me and Asmodeus were to fight, who would win? Serious question… don\'t try and suck up to me. I want a real answer… and I\'ll know if you\'re lying."

The woman gulped down a large drop of saliva while the surrounding generals began to sweat under my intense gaze. Each one of my eyes dug into her soul and finally, with a small gasp for air, she eventually spoke up. 

"Asmodeus would win… sir." 

"Tsk… I guess I need to evolve," I clicked my tongue before glancing over at my status. 

[Level: 0/100] (241/250) XP Needed

Each demon provided about eight experience points. The amount has severely decreased the stronger I became, but at least there won\'t be a shortage anytime soon. I could use these incoming wars to feed myself experience points until I can evolve. Only when I can take down that bastard is when I make a move… as everything must be perfect. 

"Keeping spying on him for now. Also, incorporate your troops into the rebellious side. It would be best if you could hold complete control over them, but if that\'s out of reach, then so be it…" 

"Yes sir!"