Axel found himself worrying about everything Ares had just told him. It sat heavy in his mind, refusing to settle. He wondered why, out of all the things that could have happened to him, out of all the possible systems he could have gotten, fate had decided to grant him the one that turned him into a demon. And somehow, demons just happened to be one of the most hated races in the entire universe.
It felt unfair. No, it was unfair.
"Why?" Axel asked quietly. His voice cracked before he could stop it. "Why is there so much hate against… what I am?"
Ares stepped closer, his expression serious now. "You need to understand something, Axel," Ares said. "Demons aren't exactly known for doing good. They're beings of chaos, Inferno, destruction, manipulation, and so many other bad things that I'd rather not get into."
Axel turned sharply. "Is that how you see me?" he asked, and that question made Ares pause for a second.
