Chapter 5: Prologue Part 5

Without warning, the first wolf pounced at him right away, but Aizen was able to dodge. Come to think of it, this is his chance to test the combat skills that he has nurtured for 4 years. With boldness and bravery, Aizen stood gallantly amidst the danger that befell him. Then, with the flame he invoked in his palm, he shot a ball of fire towards the wolf.

"Yes! This is my power!" he cheered. It was one wolf down and just 29 to go-

Except it wasn't. To his surprise, the wolf evaded his ball of fire. He was gonna cast another one but his vision started to get blurry, his head started to feel dizzy. He forgot something important, his body, which is that of a child, has little energy. He isn't all-powerful and with infinite amounts of energy like he was before.

Communicating with concepts takes a lot of vigor, especially when it comes to strong concepts such as Space. However, Aizen was oblivious of this. The book he's read was but a beginner's book. It was just meant to introduce a person to the world of magic, not to teach them complicated techniques such as fireball and teleportation. He refused to believe it, but...

He messed up.

And for the first time in a long time, he felt that feeling.

Fear.

He never expected anyone to come to his aid, but then he came. His father, Jonathan Frost.

With a single sweep of his sword, he killed 10 wolves and scared the whole pack away.

"That was close... Now back to you, WHAT DID YOU-"

His father stopped speaking any further. He was mad, but his wrath was washed away by what he saw. It was his son, Aizen, cowering behind a tree. It wasn't because he was very frightened of the wolves, Aizen is much tougher than that. All he felt for the wolves was a sense of death, but he already experienced death once. So, why would he be afraid of those wolves?

He is afraid of his own father.

But then, how exactly is the great Mammon afraid, and of the parent who raised him with the utmost care, no less?

First, we must go back all the way, before his reincarnation, before he was crowned, even before his birth.

To the world that he consumed, the world of Marks.