Chapter 174

My aura that was keeping him pinned down vanished suddenly. He almost hopped to his feet with an evil smirk! "Hah? I knew you couldn't keep that pressure up for long without–"

"Almighty Push." I cut him off while raising my palm towards Ares. The purple rings of the Rinnegan had replaced my normal violet eyes.

WHAM!

An invincible force tore through the air and slammed into him. The snapping of bones could be heard as Ares flew backward at high speed. Before he could fly too far away, a dark portal materialized behind him, and he flew through it. The other side of the portal manifested directly in front of me. 

Ares's broken body flew towards me, and I caught him by the neck violently! I then slammed him into the dirt with all of my strength, causing the ground to crater. 

My black dress fluttered around me as all the air kicked up from the force I'd just used. I took a deep breath. 

That was very cathartic. 

Ares was also correct. I couldn't keep my aura out indefinitely. Keeping two high class beings pinned down, with seemingly no effort, did drain my MP quite a bit.

But it was worth it because it looked really cool… 

"Holy shit…" Percy mumbled nearby. "She just instantly took out Ares!"

"Language." Steve instinctively responded.

If he was a sad sight to look at before, now the God of War looked downright pathetic. He was curled up inside the crater feebly whimpering in pain. I had broken so many of his bones there that he probably couldn't even move. 

"That's twice now that you've threatened my niece in front of me. There will not be a third time." I said domineeringly.

"I shhry…" Ares did his best to apologize with his broken jaw. Even with divine healing, it would take him hours to heal from all the damage I just inflicted upon him.

With Ares sorted for the time being, my gaze turned towards Artemis next. The beautiful Silver Goddess of the Moon who had supposedly sworn off all relationships until the end of time. I scoffed at that. That was a mindset I could not understand. What was even the point of living?

[Believe it or not, most people are not deviants like you.]

'You're the one who stuck me with the Sin of Lust in the first place!' I retorted in my head before focusing back on the Moon Goddess.

…

"So, Artemis, I take it you're here to retrieve Zeus's master bolt? I'm afraid you're going to have to leave empty-handed. Since it chose to fuse with my niece, Akeno, then that's the end of that." I said.

Artemis gulped. She slowly stood up and started dusting herself off. "Zeus isn't going to be happy about that. He had that weapon crafted over a thousand years ago, and it drastically amplifies his powers over lightning. He'll do almost anything to get it back." She explained with a grimace.

"He crafted it?" I asked. From what? 

My Rinnegan was still active, and I turned towards Akeno and inspected her more closely. I could see a new type of energy swirling inside of her, but it looked and actually felt familiar. I could recognize it.

"Baraquiel…" I muttered. It was his power that I now felt fused with my niece. I must have been a hefty part of it too, because it directly jumped her from Mid class to High class. 

Akeno's eyes widened before she grimaced. "Great, now I have even more of my father's power flowing through me." She touched her chest and judging by her expression I knew that I was correct. 

"How did Zeus even get a hold of the power of heavenly lightning in the first place?" I asked Artemis.

"I'm not sure what Heavenly lightning is." Artemis responded. "What I do know is that Zeus had his master bolt crafted from a large wing from some mysterious creature he found over a thousand years ago."

I think I know what happened now. It looked like Zeus was a little rat in the past. While it was rare for angels or fallen angels to have their wings cut off mid-battle, it did happen occasionally, thankfully growing back. Zeus must have arrived at one of those battlefields long after the fight had occurred and scurried around collecting what he could. He must have just happened to have stumbled upon one of Baraqiel's severed wings before any angels or fallen angels could return to clear away the battlefield themselves.