Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 118. Prodigies

Evelyn stifled a laugh, her hand covering her mouth as she glanced between the two men. Damian crossed his arms, his expression a mix of embarrassment and indignation.

"Whatever," Damian said, trying to brush it off. But as his thoughts drifted, something surfaced in his mind—a name. A memory. His expression turned serious, and he sat up straighter. "Wait. What about Aria?"

Both Cassius and Evelyn turned toward him.

"I saw her," Damian continued, his voice quieter now. "In my visions. We were fighting… and she looked furious with me. She was like a sister to me back then. But now… in the vision, she looked like she wanted to kill me."

Aria Brightlight was like a sister to Kaelan. Their parents had been close—war comrades, magical prodigies, and, ultimately, casualties of a war they couldn't win. When both sets of parents were gone, leaving Kaelan and Aria as orphans at just nine years old, it was only natural that they clung to each other. Together, they dreamed of following in their parents' footsteps, of mastering magic and making their mark on the world.

But life didn't go as planned.

When Aria was accepted into the prestigious magic academy, Kaelan was left standing outside the gates, rejected. They told him his magic didn't align with the disciplined structure of magecraft. It wasn't refined, they said—it was chaotic, raw, leaning into the shadows where mages feared to tread. It wasn't the path of a mage but of a warlock.

While Aria thrived in the academy, Kaelan went searching for answers. That's when he met Zyric Nightflame--a sharp-eyed warlock who didn't coddle or sugarcoat. Zyric taught him what it meant to embrace his abilities together with his other apprentice, Cassius. Under Zyric's tutelage, Kaelan flourished.

Still, no matter how different their paths became, Kaelan and Aria remained close. Even as Kaelan's name rose among the ranks of warlocks and Aria became celebrated as one of the strongest sorcerers of her generation, they never let the growing distance of their disciplines drive them apart.

But the world had its own expectations. Whispers grew louder—Kaelan and Aria were perfect together. Both prodigies, both powerful, both single. It seemed inevitable. Marriage, they said, was the logical next step. Their union, people claimed, would produce the most gifted mages the world had ever seen.

Kaelan had laughed it off, brushing aside the talk with his usual irreverence. To him, Aria wasn't a potential bride—she was his sister in all but blood. But now, sitting in this room, fifty years removed from that life and staring down accusations he didn't fully understand.

Cassius stood by the window, his arms crossed as he stared out. His tone was sharp when he finally spoke. "Do you think Aria's going to let a self-proclaimed Demon King like you wander around? Or do you think she'll just leave you alone because you're like a brother to her?"

Damian pressed his lips together. He hated to admit it, but Cassius had a point. "Makes sense," he muttered reluctantly.

"Yup," Cassius replied, turning back to face him with a dry smirk. "You, the famous warlock, suddenly pissed off everyone. What did you expect?"

Damian threw his hands up in frustration. "I had my own reasons, you know?"

Cassius raised an eyebrow. "Right. Then why don't you enlighten us? Tell me the reason you killed Victoria's husband."

The room went deathly silent.

Damian froze, his brain scrambling to process what he'd just heard. "Wait? What?" he stammered, his voice rising in pitch. "I killed her husband?!"

Cassius nodded, his expression unchanging. "Yeah. And you made everyone think you were going to proclaim yourself the Vampire King right after."

Damian's jaw dropped, his mind reeling. "Wait, wait, wait!" he said, waving his hands as if trying to physically push the accusation away. "I have no reason to kill her husband! Demon King, sure! I had reasons for that. He was throwing the magical world into chaos, blaming everything on the demon race when it wasn't their fault—it was him. He disturbed the balance. But this? Victoria's husband? That doesn't make any sense!"

Cassius shrugged, his tone maddeningly casual. "Don't ask me why. You never said anything about it. You just did it. Then you disappeared. Poof. Gone. And the whole world started calling for your head."

Damian groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Great. So now I'm the most wanted man in the magical world."

"Yep," Cassius said with a smirk. "Congratulations."

Damian dropped his hands, glaring at him. "You're enjoying this way too much."

Cassius shrugged again, the smirk never leaving his face. "Maybe."

Damian turned to Evelyn, desperate for a lifeline. "And I left you?" he asked quietly, his voice tinged with guilt.

Evelyn nodded, her smile faint but understanding. "You did," she said softly. "But don't worry. I know you were going through something. You didn't want to involve me because of your reputation. I never blamed you."

Her words cut deeper than any blade. Damian felt his throat tighten, his chest aching—not from his injuries, but from her unwavering faith in him. "Evelyn…" he began, his voice breaking slightly. "I—I don't even remember why. Why I did any of it. Why I left. Why I—" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"It doesn't matter," Evelyn interrupted, her tone firm but kind. "What matters is that you're here now. We'll figure this out together."

Damian leaned back against the headboard, exhaling heavily. "This is a mess," he muttered. "I don't even know where to start."

"How about you start by remembering why you killed Victoria's husband?" Cassius suggested dryly. "That might clear a few things up."

Damian shot him a glare but didn't respond. Instead, he closed his eyes, trying to dig through the murky fragments of his memories. Images flashed through his mind—blood, fire, a throne room—but nothing concrete. Just vague impressions of chaos and regret.

"I can't," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't remember."

Cassius sighed, rubbing his temples. "Of course, you can't."