Chapter 352: Anger (2)

Perseus POV

I could feel the sweat dripping down my brow as I staggered to my feet, the taste of dust and rubble still lingering on my lips. My heart pounded in my chest like a relentless drum as the voice in my head got louder, it's the same voice I heard when I became Satan.

I asked Vince about it, but he said he never had it before, and this voice...it never manifested before, it felt more like those messages you convey with your best friends through the eyes and you can verbalize the messages.

But for me to actually hear it. The rubble and debris crumbled away as I clawed my way out of the wreckage. My heart raced, and my mind felt like it was slowly unraveling as I struggled to maintain my focus.

"You're fucking weak! HAHAHAHA." The voice laughed, "Your girlfriend's fighting alone and you're here holding your head in agony. No wonder everyone died protecting you, Briana's alive, and yet all you could do was watch over her. Bring her to the safe house, why don't cha?!"

"Man, you're fucking annoying."

"What? Is it cuz she's now Amnesiac? You scared that stress may make it worse? Where's the kidnapping them without their consent? You've gotten weak."

Gritting my teeth, I clenched my fists and took a deep breath. I had to keep my wits about me, but the god's aura was suffocating, like a weight pressing down on my chest. Every step I took was a battle against the overwhelming rage that threatened to consume me.

I charged in and I seized the opportunity of him being distracted by Ruka, I darted forward and delivered a series of lightning-fast punches to the god's chest. Ruka's whip danced around us, striking at the god's limbs whenever he tried to retaliate.

Wrath seems pissed that we are actually doing damage to him as his aura intensified even further, He gave off this towering presence and exuded an aura of malevolent power that just makes me think of all the things I find frustrating and boil me up from the inside.

His roars were thunderous, shaking the shattered buildings, and his anger was projected onto me as well, this guy was just as furious as I was. My head just started to feel worse.

"I'm starting to feel it and it's definitely worse for you." Ruka commented as she whipped the air and the whip came to life with a crackling surge of energy, thorny tendrils writhing like serpents, "How are you holding up?"

"Massive headache and there's also a voice speaking in my head."

"Chances of you going wild like an animal and losing your sanity completely?"

"70%."

"Fun, let's call for help, I can delay this guy, you go and-"

Wrath just charged in and interrupted our conversation, Ruka snapped the whip again through the air, creating a protective barrier of swirling thorns. It sizzled with magical energy as it deflected the god's wrathful attacks, buying us precious moments to counter and retaliate.

The thorns on the whip left deep gashes in the god's body, causing him to howl in pain. For now, I rather not turn to that demon form and just back up far away, concentrate mana on my right fist, and with all the strength and mana I could muster, I swung my right fist like a meteor.

Time seemed to slow as my fist connected with his jaw. The impact was thunderous, a shockwave of energy rippling outward, shattering the ground beneath us. For the first time in this battle, it was the god who was sent flying, hurtling backward through the air.

He definitely let his guard down there as he knows that we can't beat him.

"That was awesome." That moment of joy did relieve me for a couple of seconds, but the frustration came back a moment later and it hurt more than before.

Wrath rose from the rubble, his form battered and bloodied, and his anger seemed worse than before. His injuries then healed within a couple of seconds. With a ferocious roar, the god lunged at me, his wrathful energy radiating super-hot flames and burning through my clothes and skin within seconds.

I met his charge with a flurry of punches and kicks, each strike executed with the best precision that I can counter him with. He defended my attacks with immense strength and power and my bones cracked as I made powerful contact with his body.

Ruka's thorn whip darted forward, wrapping around Wrath's limbs, restricting his movements whenever he attempted to strike me. It was a delicate balance of offense and defense, and we executed it flawlessly. It's executed flawlessly and it's even more effective as he barely knows how to fight.

He seemed to have just relied on his powers as a god to get by all this time, so we had an easy time overwhelming him with techniques, okay, that sounds a bit wrong. But it's just that any injury that he sustains, he heals back up too quickly, and this guy was just purposefully tiring us out instead of fighting back with all his might.

But after a while, as we backed off, he was laughing once again, and this time, including the rage in my head that was slowly pushing me off the cliff that is my sanity. Now my head started to feel all tingly and weird...it felt good? Oh no.

I sensed another powerful presence coming out of nowhere...she never left...but she's supposed to.

"Fuck." Ruka cursed

"My my." a seductive voice said, "Oh, what do I sense on you...? Hmmm, an experienced man...and those looks...those aren't real, I like your scent."

"I can't believe that 2 of my least compatible counterparts are here, I may have miscalculated."

"Hmm, would you rather I spend a night with you and your...hmm, I don't know what disguise you put on that woman, but that armor is definitely too tight for her chest and behind."

"Jack," Ruka called, "Or whatever your name is, let's retreat, I'm feeling extremely aroused and it's not a good thing."