Harem Domain: I Fucked The Goddess of Lust, So What
Chapter 44: Heavens Wrath; Nothing is added up

Chapter 44: Chapter 44: Heavens Wrath; Nothing is added up

Chapter 12: The Wrath of the Heavens

Azrael gritted his teeth. They needed more firepower.

He took a deep breath, focusing all his energy into The Bond of the Fallen. This time, he pushed beyond his limits.

The air around them vibrated as a powerful golden aura engulfed his allies.

Selene’s shadows turned darker, almost liquid-like.

Naya’s sword ignited with pure white flames.

Lyra’s scythe expanded, crackling with raw energy.

With a battle cry, they struck as one.

Selene’s shadows wrapped around the monster’s limbs, holding it in place.

Naya dashed forward, her fiery blade carving deep into its chest.

Lyra spun her scythe, building momentum before delivering a devastating blow to its neck.

Azrael leaped, driving his sword directly into its skull.

The monster let out a final, earth-shaking roar before collapsing.

Silence followed.

The Aftermath

The battlefield was in ruins, but they had won.

Azrael panted, his body screaming in exhaustion. Selene wiped sweat from her brow, her hands still trembling.

Naya exhaled deeply. "That... was insane."

Lyra smirked. "We should do it again sometime."

Azrael shook his head, chuckling despite himself. "Let’s not."

But deep inside, he knew this was far from over.

This was just the beginning of something far worse.

Azrael stood at the edge of the village, his heart heavy. The battle had been fierce, and though they had won, the cost had been great. The land was scarred, and the air still reeked of blood and burnt flesh.

Selene, Lyra, and Naya stood before him, their faces set in determination. They had fought alongside him, their strength undeniable, but the fight wasn’t over yet.

Azrael took a deep breath and spoke firmly, "Stay here. Defend this village. It’s too close to the source of the attacks—we need someone to hold this ground."

Selene frowned, shaking her head. "No way. We fight together."

Lyra crossed her arms. "We didn’t come this far just to be left behind."

Naya looked at him with concern. "You can’t go alone."

Azrael sighed, gripping the hilt of Quinn. "I have to. If something stronger is behind these attacks, someone has to stop it before it reaches the next town. You three are strong—strong enough to protect these people. Trust me."

Selene clenched her fists but nodded reluctantly. "Fine. But you better come back in one piece."

Lyra sighed, rolling her eyes. "Just don’t do anything stupid."

Naya gave a small smile. "We’ll hold the fort. You go."

Azrael took one last look at them, his comrades, his friends—maybe even more. Then, without another word, he turned and sprinted toward the nearest town.

Arrival at the Burning Village

The closer he got, the more the air thickened with the stench of death. Smoke billowed in the distance, the sky glowing a deep, eerie orange.

When he finally reached the town, his breath caught in his throat.

Fires raged, consuming buildings. The streets were painted with blood, and monstrous creatures rampaged through the town, slaughtering without mercy. The men who remained fought desperately, but they were no match for the horrors surrounding them.

Azrael didn’t hesitate.

He tightened his grip on Quinn and charged forward.

The moment he stepped into the town square, ten creatures turned their glowing eyes toward him. They screeched, their elongated limbs moving unnaturally as they lunged.

Azrael’s instincts kicked in.

He jumped, flipping high into the air. The moment his feet left the ground, a surge of energy coursed through Quinn.

Lightning crackled.

A deafening boom split the air.

Thunder roared as a blinding bolt of lightning crashed down from the heavens, slamming into the earth. The shockwave was immense, shaking the very ground beneath him.

When he landed, dust and debris exploded outward, and the creatures were gone—completely vaporized.

For a moment, silence.

Then, the screams and chaos resumed.

Azrael wasted no time. He dashed forward, slicing through the nearest creature. Quinn’s blade hummed, almost as if the sword was alive, drinking in the power of battle.

The tide was turning.

With every slash, every strike, Azrael felt himself gaining the upper hand. The creatures fell before him like leaves in a storm, their unnatural bodies unable to withstand the wrath of his blade.

The Thunder That Shouldn’t Have Been

Then, without warning—

A blinding flash.

A monstrous bolt of lightning, far greater than before, split the sky.

It wasn’t Azrael who summoned it.

The thunder struck with earth-shattering force, a colossal wave of energy obliterating everything in its path.

Azrael barely managed to throw himself to the side, shielding his face as the explosion of power sent creatures flying, turning the battlefield into utter chaos.

His system chimed urgently.

[Azrael, this is not good. You have to run now!]

His eyes widened. "What?"

Quinn, the sword itself, suddenly spoke, its voice filled with something Azrael had never heard before—fear.

"Holy shit! I shouldn’t have done that!"

Azrael’s heart pounded. "What’s happening, guys?"

The answer came, not from his system, not from his sword, but from the heavens.

A voice.

A voice so deep, so powerful, that it made the very air vibrate.

"QUINN! So you survived. How dare you?"

Azrael felt his blood turn to ice.

The voice was godly, ancient, filled with a wrath beyond comprehension.

A figure began to form in the storm clouds above—a silhouette so vast that it seemed to stretch across the sky itself.

Azrael wasted no more time.

He ran.

And behind him, the heavens roared.

"Go! Bring me that bastard betrayal and al so bring me the one who gave him life again, bring them alive!" The voice said one more time.

And immediately it was as if the heavens spilt open and the clouds parted ways and two glowing creatures came through with wings at their back.

They looked like normal men but with the wings and the presence they commanded, one could tell that these were angles, heavenly beings.

They looked like normal men but with the wings and the presence they commanded, one could tell that these were angles, heavenly beings.