My Demonic System

Chapter 3 : Demonic System

Shawn slowly opened his eyes but saw only darkness. He was wrapped in a black zipped body bag which was preventing him from seeing the light. After some initial struggle, he managed to come out of the zip-locking bag.

As he came out, he found himself in the middle of a dump yard. There were trash and useless things as far as his eyes could see. There was a rotten odour everywhere, which made him want to puke as he stood up.

“I'm... I'm still alive?” he muttered in confusion as he looked at his hands and legs to check if everything was fine. There was no problem that he could see with the naked eye. He tried to move and then tried to walk. He faced no problem. Everything seemed normal.

“Did they throw me here because they thought that I was dead?” he guessed as he chose a random direction and started walking. Hundreds of questions gathered inside his head as he moved forward.

There was an old wooden table along the way that had a nail sticking out of it. As Shawn wasn't paying attention to it, the nail managed to graze his hand, making the wounded place bleed instantly.

“Urgh!”

«Minor injury detected. Advanced Healing serum deployed.» a metallic voice of a young man sounded in his head.

A gasp left Shawn's throat as he looked at the wound that had started bleeding, but his eyes opened wide in shock as he saw the wound healing by itself in an instant. There was not even a scar left. It seemed like he never got scratched. But how? His confusion only increased.

«Greetings Host. It seems you are still in shock.» the male robotic voice sounded in his head.

Shawn became even more dumbfounded, was someone mind controlling him right now? No, it couldn't be, he just saw his wound heal in less than a second, if he had blinked he wouldn't even have seen it.

“Who are you?” Shawn asked.

«My name is Azazel. I am known as the Demonic System. The host has been found worthy and thus awakened me.» the voice responded.

Shawn didn't get any other thing as his mind hovered on the word 'awakened' which the voice uttered.

“This?” he looked back at his flawlessly healed hand.

“Did I awaken the power my father talked about? Healing!?” he exclaimed in surprise.

This time he intentionally picked up an old knife that was lying nearby and slightly pressed it against his hand. The knife cut his skin just as expected, the wound healed in the blink of an eye.

“It's the Physical Healing Magic Father used to talk about. I have a Physical power. I'm I a warrior now!?” a smile bloomed on his face, only to fade away the next second as gloominess replaced his smile.

“Hero? For what? To save them? Those so-called humans tortured me to death. Should I help them? No! My parents helped the world so much, but still, I had to go through all this. Why should I help them? Just so the future generations can suffer and die by their hands? I won't be that naive anymore. I won't use my powers for anyone but myself.” he muttered and glanced at his hands.

«Tsk! If you are done with your self-praise and delusions, then listen to me.» the voice came again, but this time it sounded a bit annoyed.

“Oh, I'm sorry, but who are you again?” Shawn asked in surprise. He had not paid attention to the earlier introduction of the voice as all his focus was on his newfound power.

«Ugh! My name is Azazel. I am known as the Demonic System. The host has been found worthy and thus awakened me.» the voice responded.

«I can help you with anything that relates to world domination.» the voice replied, its tone laced with pride.

“How will you do that?” Shawn asked a bit sceptical, he wasn't going to believe anything from anyone ever again.

«I believe the best way for you to know of the truth in my words is for me to show you.» the voice said.

«Ding!

Passing virtual information of the Vengeance god Black Heart's past to the host in three seconds. Note that the host will be in a comatose state as his soul will be transported to the alternate world to witness the past of the Vengeance god Black Heart. The host should not worry as a year there is equivalent to only an hour in the real world.» the system said, and before Shawn could say anything, his body suddenly went limp and a bright white light flashed before him.

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[WELCOME HOST TO THE VENGEANCE GOD BLACK HEART'S PAST]

Shawn appeared in a dark place and front of him was a huge screen that showed words, more like an introduction to a movie. The system now reads out the words on the screen to Shawn.

On the screen was a young man no less than twenty-four years old. He was dressed in over flowing black coat and black gloves which complimented his curly black hair. He was breathtakingly handsome.

This man was standing in a courtyard that seemed to have witnessed a terrible battle. Blood flowed like little streams all around the ground, disembodied body parts could be seen littered around and a few men in black uniforms were kneeling in surrender.

The man looked at them, not with pity or remorse, but with ruthlessness. He opened his mouth after surveying everything.

“To everyone out there who feels this world is unfair. To those who have been cheated and betrayed by those they trust most. To you my fellow soldiers who have served this country but got a dishonorable discharge as a reward. I extend a hand to you right now, it's time to make things right. Once upon a time, someone or a group of people decided we were not worthy, someone denied us our Happily Ever After simply because they felt they were more powerful, rich and more influential than us. They slept with your wife, and your girlfriend because they termed you a loser and inferior to them. They slept with your husband, your boyfriend because they felt you were weak. They took your position even after years of service simply because they're afraid you will surpass them. You have all been gritting your teeth in anguish but helpless to exact revenge. My fellow Black Hearts, it's time we show them they're wrong. They think that just because they're affluent, they can do whatever they want. That just because they're professors, they could sleep with your girlfriend. It's time for revenge. Join me and let us take back our Happily Ever After. No one has the right to trample on our happiness... NO ONE!!!”

His speech made Shawn's blood boil with excitement. This is the kind of person he needs to be. Someone that everyone will look up to and tremble, someone that won't be called useless. He needs to be just as ruthless as this Vengeance god Black Heart.

«If you desire to be just like him. I can aid you.» the voice said.

“I accept!”