No More Pain For This Villain.

Chapter 351: Aron's Dorm



[Second Year Dorm, Imperial Academy]

[Solstice - **Year: 1738

Date: 26thNôv(el)B\\jnn

Month: Shadowmoon

Time: 8:00 PM

Location: Solstice**]

Aron sat on the edge of his bed frame, breathing roughly. It was the same thing over and over, like a rabid beast...he was in heat.

"I just had it yesterday! Why's this happening!"

He cursed over and over while his nails dug into his forearm, trying to calm himself. Currently, there was no one in his room or in his dorm. The maids were given a day off too.

"Haa, haa," It was hard for him to contain himself.

He turned and pulled the sheets over his head, squirming under the bed. If it were possible, he would have satisfied himself using his hand or something, but that never worked. It was just like adding fuel to the fire. He needed a human touch.

"Fuck!" He threw the sheets off of himself, and then there was a knock on the door.

**SILENCE**

Aron went silent, his eyes glowing like an animal. Gulping the saliva down his parched throat, The walked towards the door menacingly.

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Creaking of the door, and Aron bit the inside of his cheeks to contain himself from pouncing forward when he saw who it was.

"Prince, this is the Simurgh's new location," said the only person that he could never willingly hurt, Cecelia Noctern.

Aron heard nothing. His focus was mainly on his now spinning head and Cecelia's nape, which was somewhat revealed outside of her knight armor.

He stood there frozen.

Aron struggled to maintain his composure, the primal urges clawing at his sanity. He clenched his fists, forcing his breathing to slow down, trying to regain a semblance of control. "Thank you, Cecelia," he managed to say through gritted teeth, his voice strained.

Cecelia noticed his struggle but chose to ignore it, focusing instead on her duty. "The Simurgh is reported to be near the Elishia Forest. The scouts confirmed its presence just this morning."

Aron barely heard her, his eyes fixed on the curve of her neck. He bit down harder on the inside of his cheek, the pain momentarily distracting him from his overpowering instincts. "Is... there anything else?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Cecelia shook her head. "No, Prince. That is all for now. I will take my leave." She turned to go, but paused at the doorway, sensing something was off. "Is there anything you need, Your Highness?"

Aron shook his head violently, taking a step back to avoid reaching out for her. "No, you may go," he said, his voice laced with desperation.

Cecelia gave him a curt nod and left, closing the door behind her. The moment she was gone, Aron collapsed onto his bed, his body trembling. He buried his face in his pillow, letting out a muffled scream of frustration. The intensity of his need was unbearable, and he knew he couldn't endure it much longer without doing something drastic.

As the hours passed, Aron remained in his room, battling his inner demons. The sheets were torn from his restless movements, and his skin was raw from where he'd clawed at himself. Every sound, every slight movement outside his door made him jump, hoping and dreading that someone would come to him, to provide the relief he so desperately craved.

Laying on the floor.

In that moment, the air around him swirled and settled in a spherical shape, glowing. [Looks like you sure are in pain, my dear.]

The voice was familiar-it was Hera.

After the last time, it had been a while since she contacted Aron.

But for now, Aron felt like it was a dream.

The room was filled with a cool wind that circled around Aron, and with each breeze that went past his face, he felt himself calming down. The heat between him extinguished temporarily. [That should be fine for now.]

Hera said as she moved around Aron, who was now gasping, feeling like the weight of tons being lifted off of him.

"If you could have done that from the beginning, why not do it! Why not release me from this curse!" Aron lay like a lifeless body, eyes watering.

He hated what he had become, a monster.

[This gives me no pleasure to see you suffering like this. It's just that I need to make sure that you do what I want you to do.]

Hera settled into Aron's chest. [It looks like you have bonded with a creature, strong by the terms of the mortal realm, just like I said.]

"Yeah, I did. Now what?" Aron was waiting for this moment.

For Hera to show up again and tell him what he'd have to do to completely get rid of this

curse.

[I'll give you the power to become my chosen one, a power that I can take back whenever I want in exchange for something.]

"What do you want? A god wants something that a god can't have?" Aron asked.

[I want you to support Adam Stales.]

Hera's sphere was thrown off of Aron's chest when he pushed himself off the floor.

"What!?" He yelled.

Aron's frustration boiled over as he glared at the ethereal sphere. "You want me to support Adam Stales? Are you insane? I hate that motherfucker!"

Hera's voice remained calm, almost soothing. [I understand your anger, but Adam is crucial

to my plans. You, with your strength and influence, can help guide him. In return, I will lift

your curse.]

Aron clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. "And if I refuse?"

[Then you will remain as you are, battling this torment day after day. You might eventually lose control and hurt those you care about.]

The weight of Hera's words sank into Aron, and he realized she was right. He couldn't go on like this. His own pride and anger had to be set aside if he wanted to find peace. "Fine," he said through gritted teeth. "I'll do it. But I want your assurance that once this is over, my curse will be lifted."

[You have my word,] Hera replied. [Now rest, Aron. You will need your strength for the days

ahead.]

The cool wind swirled around him once more, easing the tension in his muscles. Exhaustion overtook him, and he collapsed onto his bed, slipping into a dreamless sleep.

And Aron gained the powers that Hera wanted him to have, Chosen One of Hera, the Goddess

of Wind.

After a hour or two Aron woke up and looked around the room, "The hell...."

Still not noticing the changes in his body he walked up to the window of his room, opening it

to let some fresh air in.

His eyes then settle on the silhouette that walked by the compound wall of the academy that

was near Aron's dorm.

He strengthened his vision with mana.

"This guy...."

He saw Ren Hilton alongside someone else with robes draped over their heads.

Here is what Hera didn't take into consideration.... is that unlike gods, humans were greedy

and hateful.

Both of these desires doom any plan, even if it's planned by the gods themselves.