Warlock of War: My Ares System

Her radiant smile and lunar eyes pierced my face. She was beautiful. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. The way her long purple and pink hair drifted past her waist and pooled on the crisp blades of grass below… the way her soft pale fingers ran through my hair, calming me down… the way her aura comforted me with all its might… it was all amazing. I loved it. I loved her. 

A blush flushed through my face as I couldn\'t bare to look at her anymore. She was too beautiful for me to even be in her presence. I didn\'t deserve to even like her. I didn\'t deserve to fall in love with her, but… somehow, I still wanted to try and be with her. 

"Hm? What\'s wrong? Am I too pretty for you to even look at me?" The goddess smiled teasingly but clearly didn\'t expect my next words.

"Y-Yes… you\'re too pretty." 

"O-Oh… okay…" The woman stuttered, taken aback once more, before moving me out of her embrace and then standing up. "Atlas, I want to tell the truth. I also want to show you something… but you can\'t be too surprised." 

All of a sudden, the world around me went dark. It wasn\'t like the night where I could still harness the comfort of the moon and stars, but an entirely pitch-black darkness. The only thing in my vision was the goddess, and as soon as she snapped her fingers, another figure appeared right beside her. 

Long, toned limbs with pale white skin like moonlight. A single dark purple eye shone brightly with a single dark-red eye in the other socket, overshadowed by the other but still threatening, as if it was a dagger peeking behind a sword. The figure had long and dark purple hair stretching all the way down to his waist. 

"Who is… that?" I asked, gulping down a large drop of saliva that built up over my observation of the young man. 

"It\'s you." 

"Huh? That\'s not me. We don\'t have the same hair color, eye color, or even facial structure. He\'s like seven feet tall, and I\'m only mid-five-foot… there\'s no way that man is me," I responded, but the woman\'s genuine look made me feel a bit uneasy. "You\'re being serious?" 

"That\'s exactly why I\'m so confused… but I feel if I got a bit further, I\'ll find out the truth," she muttered, causing me to panic. 

What did she mean to go a bit further? Was she going to leave me? How was I going to protect myself? When the others find out those guys were slaughtered, I\'ll have a target on my back. I\'m going to die. I\'m guaranteed to die the second I return to the camp… 

"A-Are you going to leave me? Please don\'t leave me!" I shouted, rushing towards the woman and clinging onto her for dear life. 

"Don\'t worry," she smiled, bending down to my level and tearing my hands off of her. "I\'m sure you\'ll be great. You just need to be a bit confident in yourself."

"Th-That\'s not how it works! I\'m going to die! They\'re going to kill me! Please!" 

"It\'s okay… just calm down. Nobody is going to kill you…" 

"T-Take me with you! Please! I\'m begging you! I love you! I want to stay with you! I\'ve never felt so comfortable around somebody!" 

The goddess only gave me a light smile as she stood up, leaving me to collapse on the floor. I reached out towards her as she took a step back, but she was just a few inches out of reach. So, once more, I attempted to stand up, but for some reason, my legs weren\'t working. And then my arms. And then my head. And then my neck.

"No… please…" 

…

(Luna POV) 

Once again, cycling through all of the key memories, I took a look back at the young man who had lost all of his senses. He was utterly pitiful as he stayed sprawled on the ground, most likely choking on his own saliva without even being aware of it. 

"Geez… was that key moment really that important?" I asked before seeing a key moment in the whirling sky of dreams. There. It was right there. "What? How is this possible?"

As I stood on a battlefield moist with rain, mud, and blood, I looked down at a single man. His arm had been cut off, but he still held a spear in the other hand. His fingers had seized around them, or possibly he just wanted to live that much longer. 

The clashing of a battlefield resounded around me. One side was small, but with men so massive and strong that they could only be described as monsters. The others were like rats compared to them. Small, scared, and cowering behind their suits of armor was the only thing they could do. It was so pitiful. 

My eyes shot down toward the corpse of a young man with short brown hair and pitch-black eyes. His life was slowly fading as his chest plate had been torn open by large axes and swords, his guts spilling out onto the battlefield. 

I could only wonder to myself how Orion was going to escape this. How was he going to press forward and save himself… but then, everything around us went black. The pittering and pattering of rain quickly stopped, and the throbbing of light illuminated the darkness in front of me. 

Squinting, I saw a single woman. She was beautiful, dressed in all-white robes, and had a tiara made from silver. And with a wave of her hand, the corpse that had become Orion molded and shifted into a soft yellow light drifting across the plane of darkness. 

"Ξύπνα," She spoke in an unknown language. I had no clue what she had just said, but I could immediately tell it was a greeting. A greeting directed straight at the clueless yellow ball of light seemingly struggling to move and speak. "My bad, force of habit." 

What the fuck… did she just say \'my bad\' or am I… whatever… what the hell is this place?