Exiled: The Demonic Soul

The Mission continues..

Four days...four days have passed since Hannah's demise in the hands of Greed...

Now as I wake up in my room after a coma, I suddenly felt the urge to hit myself...so I did.
With a solid fist, I pounded my own face again and again until I could feel my cheeks grow sore and my blood smear my knuckles...

"The most powerful descendant...like hell! I can't even save one life for crying out loud!" I slammed my fist against the wall, breaking it slightly and making it rumble weakly.

The sudden events were becoming too much for me... I'm so weak that it frustrates me so...I look at my soul counter and only two souls remain...out of the dozens I had, none of my deaths ever showed the place where I met my carbon copy...
The place where I got my powers...

Hell he said that in order for me to return to life, I have to sacrifice three things! I already sacrificed one and after that, not even my many number of deaths had me sacrificing something!

Was it all just a fucking farce?!
I gritted my teeth and continued punishing myself with my fists. Not even stopping even if my face was already smeared with my own blood.
I couldn't help myself...I let her die...and guilt is slowly crushing my conscience to dust.

A gentle hand suddenly held my hand, effectively stopping it just inches away from my face, "Please...my dear...stop. Please just stop hurting yourself..." Christi's voice was shaking.

I looked at her face full of pain and pity as if she knew what I felt...how heavy it was and how excruciatingly painful it is.
"Christi..." I mumbled weakly. I did not notice she was sitting right beside my bed.

As I stared at her blankly as if in a wierd stupor, my vision suddenly warped like a softserve cream and my mind went blank and my eyes went dark.
I felt the cold darkness envelope my body, stinging my cheeks.
A few moments later, I found myself in a familiar room with white walls...

A sudden realization broke my trance and I quickly looked for my carbon copy, "Wrath!" my voice echoing all around like in a hollow cave.

I suddenly feel frustration building up inside me, making me tremble. I want an explanation and I am not about to let him keep silent...I will beat it out of him if necessary.

"Wrath!" I called out once more. This time, I was now steaming with anger, "Wrath you son of a bitch! Show yourself!"

The moment he appeared, I charged at him and tried to punch him with a full-forced demon punch. Which he easily dodged by stepping sideways and tripped me with his right foot.

"Damn you are so noisy...what's gotten you all whining this time?" he said it in such an aloof tone that I couldn't help but try to hit him again.

"YOU LYING BASTARD!" he dodged to the side. My fist, just missing his nose by a few centimeters, "YOU LIED TO ME!"

The enraged and unrestrained words just slipped out of my mouth.
"Say what now? I lied?" Wrath was scratching his head as if he didn't understand.

Blood rushed to my head. Fury  egging me on. But then Wrath suddenly uttered, "Matto"
Immediately, as if my knees were magnetized to the cold white floor, I knelt before him with my mouth agape because of surprise.

"Wha-"

"Kneel." he took a step towards me, "That's the Dominant term for 'kneel'. But scratch that...what do you want?" he asked.

"You...lied to me..." I struggled to say what I wanted to say. The intense gravity that's forcing me to kneel is making it difficult to speak.
How did he even do this to me anyway?