Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System

"Alright, so are you gonna keep blue-balling me, or are you gonna tell me?" The woman asked, leaning forward intently.

"Can you create a space where people can't hear us?"

"Already did, little boy. Now tell me," She leaned in even further, this time her nose about to scrape mine.

I quickly backed my head away before opening my mouth yet again. I felt like I could gain something more out of this conversation, so I first opened up with a deal.

"Give me something, and in return, I'll tell you every single detail, not just what I want to do."

"Okay, you want a chocolate croissant or something?" She smirked, while leaning back in her chair. Clearly, she was just joking, but I knew she wasn't going to give me anything else besides that, so I responded with a quick,n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Yes, please."

She deadpanned at my two words before lightly chuckling to herself. She was almost in disbelief as she handed a few copper coins away and watched the waiter bring over a chocolate croissant just for me.

It was light, fluffy, buttery, and sweet. It almost seemed to melt in my mouth, and when paired with the coffee that I had, I could hardly keep my cold face together. I just wanted to melt back into my seat and enjoy this deadly duo of deliciousness.

"I-Is that really all you want?" Azzaroth attempted to confirm, and with a slight nod, she let out a long burst of laughter.

As she held her stomach, laughing away, I couldn't help but deadpan at the embarrassment she was bringing to our table. Practically everybody was looking at us, and here she was, still laughing as I attempted to enjoy my snack.

"Goddammit! You're so adorable!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. One of the waiters was forced to step over and tell her to quiet down; otherwise, we would get kicked out. And what do you know, she now shuts up.

"Okay… now, should we start talking about the details?" I asked, wiping my mouth from a bit of the residual chocolate, and after taking another sip of coffee, I was ready… to essentially just trauma dump, but it is what it is.

"Sure," She wiped away a few tears before leaning forward intently.

"I guess… we can start at my childhood when I essentially first gained consciousness. Well, to start off, I was born with tons of talent in the Claydol household. A prestigious house I'm sure you're aware of," I muttered, causing the woman's eyes to widen.

"R-Really? You mean the house that owns half of the city's assets? They're rich as fuck, and… actually, you do kind of resemble them, especially the head of the household… you're almost a spitting image of him, in fact," Azzaroth leaned closer before it was too close, so I just pushed her face away with my hand.

"Yeah, anyways, you could say I wasn't loved. My father and mother always neglected me whilst my other siblings essentially abused me. I was abandoned and unloved by my family, so I decided to leave. Just up and leave one day after I couldn't take it anymore."

"So, they just didn't love you for no reason? You didn't do anything? They just didn't like you?"

"I was more talented than the eldest since my brother since birth. My eldest sister wasn't really around, so we considered my eldest brother to be the eldest of the family. He was more talented than my elder sister, my father, and my mother combined… yet I somehow still managed to outclass him in talent. A few of the maids told me that by the time I was born, I was already able to use magic that shocked my parents: [Tidal Strike]."

"That still doesn't make sense. Shouldn't they have given you some support so you could also match up to your eldest brother? That just doesn't make sense… you're not telling me something."

For some reason, I felt a bit emotional deep down, as if the original Cyrus was wailing his sad and angry emotions through my body. His cries of mental and physical abuse were dying to get out, but through my peak ability to suppress emotions, I kept them down.

"*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."

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."