Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Zeus stood over Vesperin, his smirk widening as he watched the bound and broken figure before him. The scent of ozone and burnt flesh filled the air, a grim reminder of the pain he had inflicted. The Thunder Lance in his hand still crackled with energy, eager for more destruction.

"Look at you," Zeus said, his voice low, but laced with cruel amusement. "Reduced to this pitiful state, and you thought you could kill me?"

Vesperin's body twitched involuntarily, his limbs pulled taut by the ropes binding him to the surrounding trees. His breathing was ragged, his face soaked in tears, sweat, and blood. His eyes, once full of arrogance, were now wide with fear, darting around frantically, as if searching for an escape. But there was none.

"P-please," Vesperin whimpered, his voice weak, trembling with pain and terror. "I... I didn't mean it... Please... no more..."

Zeus tilted his head, his eyes gleaming as he let out a small, mocking laugh. "Didn't mean it? You tried to kill me, you sent assassins after me, and let's not forget how you destroyed one of my favorite masks."

He stepped closer, the Thunder Lance sizzling with energy in his hand. "But now you're asking for mercy? Now, you're saying you didn't mean it?" His voice dripped with sarcasm. "Pathetic."

[Pathetic doesn't even begin to describe it,] the system chimed in, its voice loud and arrogant inside Zeus's mind. [This weakling thought he could betray you and walk away unscathed. Typical.]

Zeus couldn't help but chuckle at the system's tone, its mockery only fueling his desire to inflict more pain. "Well, shall we give him another taste of regret, then?" he murmured.

[Oh, by all means. He deserves nothing less. Let him know what happens when you mess with someone like you. No one touches one of my divine masks and gets away with it.] The system's voice was haughty, as if it was personally offended by the destruction of the mask.

Zeus grinned, his expression cold and filled with sadistic pleasure. "Let's see how many limbs you have left, Vesperin."

With those words, Zeus raised the Thunder Lance and plunged it into Vesperin's leg, the crackling energy surging through his body. Vesperin let out a strangled scream, his body convulsing violently as the electricity coursed through him. The flesh around the wound sizzled as the lance remained lodged in his leg, the pain so intense that it robbed him of breath.

"Does it hurt?" Zeus asked casually, tilting his head as if he were genuinely curious. "Or do I need to dig deeper?"

Vesperin gasped, his eyes wide and frantic. "Please... stop... I'll give you anything... I swear..."

Zeus sneered, pulling the lance out slowly, letting Vesperin feel every agonizing moment of it. "You think money can save you? You think your pathetic apologies can undo what you've done?" He raised the lance again, his tone growing darker. "If money and sorry fixed everything, the world wouldn't be such a mess now, would it?"

The system, ever shameless, laughed in Zeus's mind. [He really thinks he can buy his way out of this? How hilarious. The only thing he'll be paying with is pain.]

Vesperin's eyes rolled back, his body convulsing again as Zeus drove the Thunder Lance into his other leg, eliciting another agonized scream. His once pristine robes were now stained with blood, his limbs twitching uncontrollably.

"You wanted power, didn't you?" Zeus continued, his tone now cold and mocking. "This is what power looks like. Pain. Suffering. And I'm only getting started."

Vesperin's voice was barely audible now, choked with sobs. "Please... stop... I can't..."

Zeus ignored his pleas. With deliberate slowness, he raised the lance again, this time driving it through Vesperin's right arm, the sound of crackling electricity filling the air once more. Vesperin's scream was weak, broken by his exhaustion, his entire body shaking violently from the shock.

[This is getting fun,] the system hummed, clearly entertained. [Not that I'm surprised. You always do know how to make things interesting.]

Zeus smirked at the system's praise, his eyes locked on Vesperin's trembling form. "You brought this on yourself," he said, his voice dark and emotionless. "Did you think there wouldn't be consequences for betraying me? For trying to kill me?"

Vesperin's mouth moved, but no sound came out. His body was shutting down, unable to process any more pain. His tears, sweat, and saliva mixed together, running down his face in a grotesque mess. His limbs hung limp, his strength completely drained.

Zeus, showing no mercy, cut into Vesperin's remaining arm with a slow, methodical strike, watching as the blood poured out. Vesperin's body went limp, his mind finally succumbing to the overwhelming torture. His eyes closed, his head slumping forward as he passed out.

Zeus, seeing Vesperin's body go limp, tilted his head in mild disappointment. "Passed out already?" he muttered, his voice thick with disgust. He wiped the blood from his hand with slow, deliberate motions, flicking the crimson droplets to the ground with disdain. "Weak."

The system immediately burst into laughter, its voice mocking and dripping with arrogance. [You really did a number on him, didn't you? What a pathetic mess. I almost—almost—feel bad for him.] The system's tone was thick with sarcasm, savoring every moment of Vesperin's suffering. [But hey, this is what happens when you think you can play with the big leagues.]

Zeus let out a small chuckle, amused by the system's shameless gloating. "Almost?" he asked, his tone carrying a hint of dark humor. "I didn't think you had the capacity to feel bad for anyone."

[I don't,] the system shot back, arrogance dripping from every word. [But this? This is just so pitiful. Look at him—snot, blood, and tears all over his face. He thought he could betray you and come out on top. How laughable!]

Zeus' eyes flickered with amusement as he glanced at Vesperin's unconscious form. "He's nothing but a tool now. He got what he deserved."

The system snickered. [Deserved? That's putting it lightly. I mean, he destroyed my beautiful Hades Divine Mask. If I had a body, I'd make sure to personally humiliate him even more. No one touches one of my precious creations and gets away with it.]

Zeus raised an eyebrow, finding the system's mock indignation entertaining. "You're still going on about that mask? You're worse than me when it comes to holding grudges."

[Oh, please, don't even compare us,] the system shot back, its voice playful but still sharp. [I'm far more refined in my approach. But I digress—he's yours now. Do with him as you see fit. Honestly, he should be grateful he's even still breathing. Not that he'll appreciate it for long.]

Zeus stepped closer to Vesperin's limp form, his expression void of any empathy. He crouched down, tilting his head as he studied the broken figure tied to the ropes.

The blood still dripped from Vesperin's arms and legs, pooling around his body. His face, once twisted in arrogance, was now a grotesque mix of tears, saliva, and blood.

"You thought you could betray me... send assassins after me... mock me," Zeus whispered, his voice cold and low. "And now look at you. You got what was coming."

The system hummed, pleased. [And this is just the beginning. There's no coming back from this, Vesperin.]

Zeus stood up slowly, casting one final, cold glance at the unconscious figure before him. "This isn't over, Vesperin," he muttered, his voice carrying a dangerous promise. "Your suffering has only just begun."

Without another word, Zeus turned his back on the broken figure, leaving Vesperin tied up and unconscious, his fate now entirely in Zeus's hands.

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