Pure rage started to fill my body.
These bastards killed my best friend, how dare they.
'Good, this rage you feel, it fuels your power, it will give you the strength to exact your revenge, for both our servants.'
Revenge, thats right, I need to get revenge.
[Skill requirements met: Skill, Wrath, has been activated.
Race has been updated to, Demon.]
I drag myself to my feet and look towards My target.
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John's power is increasing, at this rate it might even rival mine.
He stared me down before uppercutting me in the chin.
The hit launched me into the air where I use my wings to stabilise myself.
That actually hurt. Just how much stronger is he now.
I have to block him as he launches himself at me from the ground, wings sprouting from his back.
What the hell happened to him? Why can I sense another for more powerful presence coming from his body?
John opened his mouth and spoke to me, his voice deeper than normal.
"How dare you. How dare you kill my friend! What gives you the right to kill him? He was a good person!"
This bastard. What the fuck is he saying?
How dare I? How dare he kill my family.
"Shut the fuck up. Just shut the fuck up! You attacked us! What the hell did we do to deserve any of this? All of this is because of you! You attacked and we fought back, now your friend is dead! How dare you get upset over your loss when you brought it on yourselves! Now my family is dead! My home is gone! Mine! Not yours!"
I make a finger gun and fire a stone bullet towards him only for it to get deflected.
This fight might be harder than I thought.
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I stand up and stretch.
Looks like Satans going to make an appearance.
I didn't plan for this but it can't be helped.
I should go get Amon out of there.
Might as well take care of Arthur while I'm down there as well. If he dies fighting Amon will probably just revive him.
I bounce up and down.
I need to warm up first, can't go to fight someone as dangerous as Satan without doing so.
I can barely contain my smile and excitement.
This is going to be fun, time to head into battle.
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Keep fighting Johnny boy. Let your rage consume you so that I can take control.
Amon Britannia. The boy who carries the name of my fallen brother.
A weak little wank stain like him is just tarnishing his good name.
Amon was a kind demon, he wanted to kill that bastard before he could destroy everything again.
At the very least he aimed to get the rest of us outside the Omniverse in order to keep us safe.
That was the youngest brother. Amon Morningstar, the lost sin of Blasphemy.
The boys rage has consumed him completely.
I can finally be free.
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A huge level of power starts to surge through the battlefield at levels I cannot possibly hope to match.
What the hell is going on with John?
Why is he so powerful all of a sudden?
Why is my body instinctively giving up and accepting its fate?
He extends an arm towards me and something sharp flies into it.
It looks like a sword, it seems rather familiar.
Wait, thats Leon's sword.
"Ah finally. Good to have this back after that bitch stole it from me."
His voice. It sounds different than normal.
Is this really John?
He dissapears and I feel a powerful shockwave behind me.
I turn around to see his sword has been blocked by a pale body with black hair.
"Hey Satan, it's been a while."
The pale man turns to face me.
"I'll handle this guy, you just have to take care of the other one."
As he said that something slammed into my side sending me flying.