Wrath

After speaking, Mikela calls her guards with her hand while she continues to look at my dead body.

He stands and turns his face to the usual indifference and says.

"Fix the battlefield so it looks like we are fighting them."

"Why, my lady?"

"'You're stupid, aren't you? Besides, since when do God's soldiers comment on what the Apostles do?"

"My apologies, priestess."

"Don't worry so much, but don't do that in front of Victor, he would have torn your tongue out."

"Anyway, I will explain. All 2 threats are resolved. On the one hand, Azrath is dead, which removes the immediate threat to our world. And Ezekiel is also a threat on the same level as the Elf King. The difference is that he has no loyalty to anything. Sure, he loves me, but how long can that last? How much can he love me and not go mad for power? He is an orphan without loyalty, there is nothing in this world to worry about".

Listening to her words, I didn't say anything. I wasn't really planning on becoming the new emperor or anything like that. I probably would have asked Mikela to join me in my retirement, to sleep on the wealth I had gained over the years.

"Besides, this is an opportunity. The Church's influence has grown somewhat because of my marriage to him, but it will grow exponentially if we 'show' that he was a traitor and that we defeated him."

"But how are we going to pretend to defeat both of them without casualties?"

"Who said there would be no casualties?"

Mikela's hand moved at sonic speed as it pierced the Inquisitor's chest. Squeezing his heart until it burst.

The other Inquisitors stood at the sound, drawing their swords.

They looked at Mikela, with her hand on a shattered hearth, and became fearful.

"What does that mean, Miss Mikela?"

"Nothing in particular, you just need to know that you will die for the good of the Church and the Goddess."

The Inquisitor looked at Mikela fearfully. But he did not back down as he ordered them to form with their shields up to prevent magic in the area.

"They really think they have a chance... A little sad."

With that, Mikela exploded in a golden aura. The mana around him stirred as he drew his staff.

He struck the staff on the ground, creating a wave that pushed and disarmed the Inquisitors.

"No hard feelings, it's all for the church, your souls will find peace in the embrace of the goddess".

Saying that, she raised his arm and summoned her most powerful magic. The holy fire. A gift from the Goddess of life.

A red and golden fire appeared on his body as she moved his hands.

As she pushed his hand forward, the fire expanded, melting the armor and clinging to the Inquisitors' bodies.

Inhuman screams could be heard in the background as Mikela put down her staff.

"Shit, now I have to fix the battlefield myself."

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My vision returned to the emptiness to which I had become accustomed, while the goddess beside me became a little more emaciated. Now with red eyes and sickly pale skin.

I've known Mikela for 17 years and I've never seen her like this.I thought she had a hidden darkness, but I was wrong. It seems the only thing she has is darkness.

He killed his own men in cold blood. But I don't think that. My thoughts go to the betrayal.

Why did you betray me?

Just for the Church?

Ambition?

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

Ethereal tears fall down my face while my eyes fill with hatred and bloodlust.

It doesn't matter why she betrayed me. But she did it like I was worthless to her. WORTHLESS.

She must die. She must die. She must die.

My mind was forcibly calmed and the Goddess spoke to me.

"Child, the whole Church was involved, not just Mikela.

"And the whole church must die.

"Do you really only want revenge?"

"Yes, that's all that matters now."

"Okay, I'll try to help you. But there are consequences to giving you a new body."

"I accept them, that's not important right now."