Lingering Anger

Fighting against the giant hellspawn creature put all Eros' combat experience to the test. Unlike sentient beings, the angel had to consider the beast's seemingly counterintuitive decisions if he didn't want to get slapped by a tongue. At the same time, it was a constant battle against the creature's mind seeping into his own. Did all Love pack members have to deal with this? Or did Eros somehow win a questionable jackpot?

Covered in blood like a maniac, the angel found himself attacking more erratically. 

"Focus!" Pride called out amidst the chaos. 

"I'm trying," Eros retorted. Why was she giving him, of all people, tips? He wanted to say something snarky, but all the succubus tried to do was encourage him.

"You are not hellspawn. There's no need to succumb to their instinctual desires. You are an angel."

"I'm trying," he repeated, growing more annoyed. 

Pride approached him, slightly worried.