Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Zeus\'s face was calm, but behind that calmness lurked something far more dangerous. His eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction, the kind that sent a chill straight to Vesperin\'s core.

"You really are surprised to see me, aren\'t you?" Zeus asked, his voice dripping with amusement. His lips curled into a mocking grin, as if he were enjoying every moment of Vesperin\'s terror. "Didn\'t expect to cross paths with me again, especially not down here, did you?"

Vesperin opened his mouth, but no words came out. He felt the weight of his own fear crushing him. His throat was dry, his body trembling uncontrollably. This can\'t be happening, he thought, his mind swirling with panic.

Finally, he stammered, "Please… forgive me. I… I didn\'t know… I didn\'t mean…"

Zeus\'s mocking grin twisted into something darker, more menacing. His voice cut through Vesperin\'s pitiful excuses like a knife. "Forgiveness?" he repeated, the word laced with contempt. "Do you honestly think forgiveness is something I\'d give you?"

The grin vanished from Zeus\'s face, replaced by an expression of cold rage, the kind of fury that burns deep without the need for shouting. His voice became dangerously low, each word seething with anger.

"Let me remind you of the sins you\'ve committed against me," Zeus began, his eyes narrowing. "You tried to kill me months ago. You sent assassins after me, thinking I wouldn\'t notice. You mocked me, betrayed me, and worst of all…" His voice dropped to a deadly whisper, "You destroyed one of my favorite masks."

The air seemed to freeze as Zeus\'s words hung between them, each accusation a nail in Vesperin\'s coffin. Vesperin\'s legs trembled, his face pale as tears began to well in his eyes.

"I\'m sorry! I won\'t do it again, I swear! Just—please—let me go!" Vesperin\'s voice cracked as he begged, desperation pouring from every word. His once proud and arrogant demeanor was now shattered, replaced by pitiful fear. His eyes were wide, pleading, but there was no mercy to be found in Zeus\'s gaze.

With a swift, fluid motion, Zeus summoned a Thunder Lance, its crackling lightning illuminating the darkness around him. The deadly weapon sparked with raw power, the sharp, electric hum filling the air as arcs of electricity danced across its surface. A cruel smirk curled across Zeus\'s lips as he twirled the lance in his hand, almost lazily, like a predator toying with its prey.

The atmosphere around them grew thick with tension, the charged air buzzing ominously. Vesperin\'s eyes widened in sheer terror, his body trembling uncontrollably as he realized the horror that was about to unfold. His breath came in shallow, panicked gasps, and beads of sweat rolled down his face.

"No... please... no!" Vesperin\'s voice broke, his words desperate and shaky as he begged for mercy. But there was no mercy in Zeus\'s cold, unfeeling eyes.

"Begging already?" Zeus mocked, his voice low and dripping with disdain. "Pathetic."

The system chimed in, gleefully mocking. [Oh, how predictable. The \'I\'m sorry\' routine. It never gets old. They beg, they cry, but it\'s too late. You should savor this, Host.

Really drink it in.]

Zeus remained silent, his expression icy and unrelenting as he tightened his grip on the Thunder Lance. Without hesitation, he drove the weapon forward, thrusting it deep into Vesperin\'s leg.

The instant the lance pierced flesh, a violent jolt of electricity surged through Vesperin\'s body, lighting up his nerves with excruciating pain. Vesperin\'s scream tore through the air, a high-pitched cry of pure agony, his entire body convulsing uncontrollably as the electricity ravaged him.

The pain was overwhelming—white-hot and all-consuming—every inch of his leg throbbed as the sharp tip of the lance lodged itself deep into his muscle.

Zeus tilted his head slightly, watching Vesperin writhe beneath the onslaught of lightning with a clinical detachment.

He didn\'t blink, didn\'t flinch. "You think this hurts?" Zeus\'s voice was almost soft, eerily calm, as if he were having a casual conversation. "This is nothing. We\'re just getting started."

The system added with a shameless snicker, [Oh, listen to him. He sounds like a dying animal. Honestly, Host, I didn\'t think you\'d make him crack so fast. Aren\'t you having fun?]

Zeus ignored the system\'s taunts and, with a swift motion, yanked the lance free from Vesperin\'s leg. Blood trickled from the wound, but Vesperin could barely register it. His leg was on fire, the shock of the attack leaving him gasping for air, every breath shallow and labored.

But Zeus wasn\'t done.

The crackling of the Thunder Lance intensified as he raised it again. Without giving Vesperin a moment to recover, Zeus plunged the lance into his arm, the sharp tip digging deep into his flesh as another bolt of electricity surged through him.

Vesperin let out a choked scream, his body jerking violently as the pain spread through his veins like wildfire. His arm twitched uncontrollably, the nerves seizing under the force of the electric current.

He could feel the lightning tearing through him, breaking him apart from the inside. His mind was a haze of agony, the world spinning around him as his vision blurred.

Zeus continued his merciless torture, methodically driving the Thunder Lance into Vesperin\'s limbs, one by one. Each strike was slow and deliberate, designed to maximize the pain. Vesperin\'s screams echoed through the darkness, but there was no one to hear him.

"Does it hurt, Vesperin?" Zeus asked, his voice now a cold, venomous whisper. "Do you finally understand what pain feels like?"