Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System

TW - Viewers may find scenes in the following chapter disturbing. Viewer discretion is advised.

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"*sigh*... my name isn't Azzaroth. I'm sure you've already deduced that it was some kind of code name, but my real name is Leilah Wixx. I come from the same family as your two sisters and the same as the boss that you work for. If you couldn't tell already, the Wixx family is a massive part of the Academy of Blades."

"I could assume that from your hair and eyes. Nobody in this city has such deep black hair and eyes unless they're from the Wixx family."

"I see… then please keep this a secret."

"If you're going to ask me to keep this a secret, then why even tell me? What do you want from me, really?"

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."

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(Leilah Wixx POV)

It was a long night. Kidnapped in the middle of the day and then brought to a stone chamber where every single kid had been given two daggers. Everybody understood what they were supposed to do.

Everybody was scared. I was scared. I was so scared that I pissed my pants immediately. A dark room surrounded me with the tense eyes of many looking at each other. The watching eyes of somebody in the distance surveying and spectating this gruesome challenge.

SHING

The first death was sudden. A boy right next dropped down, blood spurting from his neck while the assailant threw up all over the dying boy's body. It wasn't long before the light faded from his eyes, and the assailant looked down at his hands, bloody and quivering with fear.

SHING SHING SHING SHING SHING

That first death signified the beginning of the worst night of my life. I quivered with fear in the corner of the room, a few kids joining me. We all huddled together as each passing second, another child was slaughtered.

A thick stench of blood filled the room, mixing with the smell of puke and gaseous insides. It was hell. I was in hell. I could hardly breathe as I suppressed the feeling of puking up my own insides.

Minute by minute, second by second, I dreaded the time myself, and this little group around me were the last ones remaining. I was scared. I was so scared that I couldn't stop shaking. I closed my eyes, trying to escape from reality, but soon… it came.

SHING

A girl next to me had her throat slit. I screamed. Everybody screamed. Everything around me went red as blood splattered across the darkness… and then I opened my eyes. Blood coated my hands as I dropped two daggers onto the floor. Bodies… dying bodies wriggled beneath me, their small gasps for help echoing in my ears. Experience exclusive tales on empire

"Congratulations. You are the remaining survivor."

As I finished reading the journal of my past life, from which I jotted down as much as I could from my past life, I looked up at the ceiling. I reminded myself yet again as to why I was here, what I had been through, and that my feelings weren't invalidated, even by this new world.

"And you had the worst of it…" I muttered, stroking the boy's hair as he was fast asleep. I debated having him face his past once again with my [Dream Manipulation], but he had already experienced these past few days enough.

So, as I walked back into my kitchen, closing the bedroom door behind me, I watched over the city, my eyes glowing a dim dark red. My bloodlust slowly slipped out as the thought of something like what happened in my past life was most definitely happening in this city. I was so close. So fucking close to reaching it… but I couldn't pinpoint the exact location.

Walking over to the island in the middle of my kitchen, my eyes grazed against the map I had made of the city. Strings and needles pinpointed every single location that had signs of the Evangelists, but I couldn't pinpoint their exact location.

"If only the dark temple wasn't so fucking useless… all they're focused on is resurrecting Satan… but even they failed at that. What a bunch of… urgh… *sigh*..." I breathed out my frustrations before pouring myself a glass of water. The stream of water shooting from my fridge swirled it again and again and again and again until it reached the very top. But even as I pulled away from the stream, the water in my cup only began to swirl even more.

Suspicious, I dipped my finger inside of it. It was cold, as expected, but it didn't break the swirling whirlpool. So, I shook the glass once, causing the water to erupt from its chamber and shoot straight up into the ceiling.

"What the fuck…" I muttered as the water that had sprayed against the ceiling dripped perfectly back down into my glass. It didn't spill another single drop of liquid.

A bad feeling shot down my spine. And in reaction to this bad feeling, my body was instinctively drawn to my bedroom. Slamming open the door, I soon saw what this bad feeling was about as Cyrus was gone, and the rain, which was supposed to stay outside, poured through an open window.

"Fuck…"

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(Mari POV)

"You asshole… know your place… know your fucking place!"

A foot came down on my stomach, knocking the wind out of me. Petra was cowering in the corner, and Asger had been knocked out as soon as these assholes barged into our dorm room.

"You little shits… you're just confident now that Cyrus isn't here… YOU'RE STILL WEAK AS FUCK!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, but I couldn't get up. Evelyn, the mastermind behind this entire thing, had been released, and now she stood in front of the door, blocking it from me ever leaving.

Her lackeys did everything, and as I was still recovering from my previous injuries, mostly just the deep tissue injuries, I couldn't fight back. Everything hurt so bad, and as they pressed into my guts, I screamed out the rest of the remaining oxygen in my lungs.

Cyrus couldn't protect us forever… but now, I needed him. I wanted to at least protect Petra… at least Petra. She was my everything. If they did something to her, I would never be able to forgive myself.

"Hey, get the other girl and tie her up. I want to see the look on this fuckers face as we torture her sister," Evelyn smiled maniacally, her foot pressed my head into the ground.

Tears flowed from my eyes, but I no longer had the stamina to do anything. I couldn't even cry out for help as they had soundproofed this place with magic… I was so miserable that I could only cry to myself while my sister was tied up in front of me.

Tears flowed from her eyes, her scratchy voice calling out to me for help while I could only look up from my collapsed position. My hands were tied behind my back, and both of my ankles had been broken.

Evelyn, sweating bullets, took a dagger from one of her little assistants and licked it. The blade moistened with her saliva and then was soon placed on her face. Petra screamed for help, and I attempted to use one last push of the remaining bits of my mana, yet… nothing came out.

I dropped into utter despair as Evelyn cackled maniacally. She had lost it. She had completely lost it.

SHING

Suddenly, the sound of a gust of wind came through the window. Three heads fell and rolled right next to me, their bodies unable to even comprehend just what had happened as blood failed to spurt out. But as the lower half of these assistants dropped to the ground, Evelyn's face turned into utter despair.

"No… no… how… how are you here… I heard you were taken away… how… what… how are you here?" She stuttered, staring at a menacing presence exploding with bloodlust from behind me. There was so much bloodlust and killing intent that it created a darkened silhouette of a monster… a deep sea monster that glared right at the now child crippled with fear.

SHING

All of a sudden, the girl dropped as both of her legs were cut off. She cried out with pain, but was unable to fall forward as the silhouette caught her by her cheeks and squeezed her face so hard that her eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of her skull.

"Please… have mercy-"

SHING

Her arms flew off of her body, leaving her to scream and scream and scream and scream and scream until her head popped like a balloon. Blood sprayed everywhere, and just as I began to fall backward, the door to this dorm flung open.

"ARREST HIM! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR THE MURDER OF EVELYN CRESTSPLITTER!" A voice yelled while government workers poured into the room, arresting the silhouette who finally revealed itself.

Cyrus.