Eros stood over Pan's weakened body, the Blades of Chaos dripping with black blood. The blade lodged in the forest god's chest trembled slightly, as if feeding on his agony. Pan lay on the ground, breathing shallowly, his torso heaving in fits, a dark pool of blood spreading beneath him. His satyr eyes, once wild, were clouded with pain and disbelief. "How… how did you get this strong?" he rasped, his voice broken.
Eros, panting but unshaken, locked eyes with him. "There's shit in this world you don't know about, goat," he replied, his voice cold and sharp. The Blades of Chaos vibrated in his hands, their energy pulsing in sync with his deadly presence. The chamber, littered with debris and blood, seemed to hold its breath, the warrior frescoes bearing witness to the carnage.
Pan let out a weak, mocking chuckle, blood dribbling from his lips. "Heh… you might've beaten me, fallen one, but you really think you can take down Olympus?" His eyes gleamed with a dying defiance, as if trying to plant one last seed of doubt.
Eros stayed silent for a moment, blades still in hand. Then a sly grin spread across his lips. "I'll admit, taking out Zeus is beyond me right now," he said, his voice calm but edged. "But in three years… no, two years will do just fine."
Pan's eyes widened, his labored breathing quickening despite the pain. "What?" he croaked, stunned by the audacity. A fallen god, claiming he'd topple Olympus in so little time? It was madness, even Hades, one of the three great gods, wouldn't dare say such things.
Eros crouched beside him, his gaze icy. "Tell me, Pan, where's Ares right now?" he asked, his voice low, almost threatening.
Pan chuckled again, a gurgling sound choked with blood. "Heh… why would I tell you? If you want my master, find him yourself, fallen."
Eros raised an eyebrow, a sinister smile curling his lips. "Figured you wouldn't talk. Guess we're done here." With a swift motion, he yanked the blade from Pan's chest, spinning it before bringing it down. Pan's head rolled across the floor, his black blood splattering the stone. The god's body slumped, lifeless, his massive mace clattering to the ground with a dull thud.
[DING]
The holographic interface flickered, projecting glowing lines into the blood-soaked air.
[Quest Completed: Defeat Pan, Ares' Lieutenant]
Reward: +150 charisma points, Blades of Chaos enhancement (Amplified Fury), new divine skill (Absorption).
Description of Absorption: Allows you to siphon a portion of a defeated enemy's life force to restore your strength or empower your attacks.
Eros smirked, wiping blood from his blade onto his black Spartan toga, now stained with red and black. "Absorption, huh? Not bad, system," he muttered, feeling a surge of new energy course through him. The fatigue from the Blades of Chaos' drain eased slightly, as if Pan's death had restored some of his vigor. He spun the blades, their black gleam flashing under the flickering torches, and felt their power intensify with Amplified Fury, making each strike even more devastating.
The interface flickered again, displaying a new quest:
[New Quest: Destroy Ares' Bases]
Note: One of Ares' bases has been destroyed (1/5).
Objective: Locate and destroy the four remaining bases to weaken Ares' influence.
Reward: +500 charisma points, new divine skill, access to Ares' sanctuary.
Penalty: Capture or death.
Eros grinned, a wild glint in his eyes. "Well, damn… looks like I've got work to do," he murmured, sheathing the blades at his belt. He freed the second blade from Pan's chest, blood dripping one last time, and turned to leave the chamber. The fortress was silent, the carnage he'd wrought silencing the guards.
He strode through the corridors, his steps echoing on the stone. The bodies of guards still lay scattered, their broken armor a testament to the Blades of Chaos' fury. Eros felt his divine body thrum, fueled by adrenaline and the new Absorption skill. He tested it on a dying guard he found, barely conscious. Placing his hand on the guard, he felt a dark warmth flow from the man's body into his own, restoring some of his energy. "Fuck, that's handy," he chuckled, letting the guard collapse, drained of life.
The Blades of Chaos seemed to respond to Absorption, their runes pulsing brighter, as if they, too, fed on the stolen energy. Eros paused, examining the blades. Their black metal gleamed, and he felt their bond with him deepen. "You're some bloodthirsty bastards, aren't you?" he muttered, smirking.
He left the main chamber, no longer wanting to linger in the fortress he'd already decided his next destination.
The interface flickered again, updating his status:
[Status]
Rank: Fallen God (Level 4)
Divine Status: 60
Powers: Divine Charm (20%), Seductive Aura (40%), Erotic Strike (enhanced), Divine Touch (enhanced), Absorption (new).
Weapon: Blades of Chaos (Amplified Fury).
Charisma Points: 750/1000.
Note: Your divine status is rising. Keep destroying Ares' bases to fully reclaim your godhood.
Eros chuckled, feeling power surge through his veins. "Two years, Zeus," he murmured, his eyes blazing with fierce determination. "In two years, I'm coming for you." He advanced, Blades of Chaos ready, his divine body primed to sow chaos. The fortress was just the first step, and he intended to reduce Ares' bases to ashes, one by one.