Ezekiel's strides were swift and purposeful as he navigated the maze of alleys in the mortal realm, the relentless pursuit of the harpy spurring him forward. His insatiable desire to kill monsters burned within him, a craving that had always driven him to seek out and confront the creatures that dared to cross his path.
"Damn, that blasted Hypnos!" Ezekiel's curses echoed through the narrow streets, each word dripping with venom as he sent a string of foul expletives toward the god responsible for thrusting him into this perilous chase.
With a surge of adrenaline, Ezekiel veered off the main thoroughfare and into a dimly lit alleyway, the sound of the harpy's screeches echoing behind him. The alley provided ample cover for their impending confrontation, shielding innocent mortals from the chaos that was about to unfold.
As he turned to face the harpy, Ezekiel felt the familiar rush of anticipation coursing through his veins. Sensing his resolve, the creature bared its talons in a menacing snarl, its primal instincts urging it to attack.
With a primal roar, Ezekiel charged forward, his movements fueled by an uncontrollable bloodlust that burned within him. The harpy met his onslaught with equal ferocity, its wings beating furiously as it swooped down to strike.
Despite the creature's speed and agility, Ezekiel remained one step ahead, his reflexes honed by countless battles in the shadowed realm of the Underworld. With each blow, he savored the pain he inflicted upon the harpy, reveling in the agonizing cries that echoed through the alley.
As the battle raged on, Ezekiel's bloodlust reached a fever pitch, his senses heightened by the thrill of combat. With a final, decisive strike, he delivered a crushing blow to the harpy, sending it sprawling to the ground in defeat.
Breathing heavily, Ezekiel stood victorious amidst the wreckage of the alley, his chest heaving with exertion. With a cruel grin of satisfaction, he lingered over the fallen creature, relishing its suffering before delivering the final blow that would send it to his father's realm, where it would endure eternal torment.
As the harpy's body turned to dust, Ezekiel heard a strange sound—a ding—and a feminine voice announcing, "Level 1 harpy has been killed." His heart skipped a beat as he glanced around, bewildered by the unexpected voice in his head and the translucent screen that appeared before him.
Yes, this was the secret Ezekiel hid from everyone, including his father. He possessed a growth system, at least that's what he believed it to be. Only he could see the translucent screen hovering in the air and hear the mysterious voice that announced his kills. If he had told anyone, he would have been renounced as a madman, deemed more mentally depraved than even a demigod could get. All the protection his father's presence offered would be for naught.
Ezekiel, his sword stained with the blood of the fallen harpy, simply turned away from the battle site. With a practiced motion, he wiped his blade clean on the fabric of his tattered cloak and continued on his journey. There was no need for lingering or reveling in the aftermath of the confrontation. The adrenaline that had fueled his movements began to ebb, replaced by a sense of calm. His mind was no longer clouded by the frenzy of battle.
Everyone who had seen Ezekiel fight had always thought the difference between the battle-driven Ezekiel and the normal Ezekiel was abhorrently strange. Ezekiel was always a calm although slightly gloomy young demigod but once he was in battle he was frightening while his enemies grew distraught while he fought them his smile only grew wider, when he fought he looked like he was in ecstasy in sheer utter bliss. The only way to describe his face would be to use the word 'wargasm'.
Battle was his intercourse, he got off on it with every swing of his sword, every moan of his enemy as they bled, the panting as they slowly reached exhaustion, and the look they gave him when they saw they had just delayed the inevitable, as the drops of blood hit the floor it brought him one step closer. Most people would take him as a son of Ares the God of war when they saw him but the long white hair that he shared with his father Hades made it pretty obvious.