Aaron stood perched on the precipice of the building, the setting sun painting the sky in a fiery mosaic of orange and red. He cast a long shadow that stretched across the rooftop, momentarily obscuring Olteca's crumpled form. From this vantage point, bathed in the golden light, Aaron might have looked almost like a guardian angel, delivering righteous judgment.
But this façade was shattered the moment his eyes met Olteca's. The crimson irises burned with an unnatural intensity, devoid of warmth, replaced by a cold, predatory gleam.
His teeth, usually hidden behind a playful smile, were now bared in a feral snarl, pointed and elongated, more akin to a beast than a man.
As Aaron opened his mouth to speak, a chilling silence descended upon the rooftop. The rasp that escaped his throat, however, wasn't his voice. It was something deeper, something darker, a guttural growl that resonated with a power that seemed to warp the very air itself.
His gaze, once filled with desperate hope, now mirrored the rage coursing through his veins. It wasn't just anger anymore; it was a primal fury, unleashed and unhinged. He stared at Olteca, not with the calculating coldness of a moment ago, but with a terrifying, unadulterated rage.
"Have you ever had your body's sensitivity turned to the max before, Olteca?" The question echoed across the rooftop, but it wasn't Aaron's voice that spoke. It was the monstrous entity clinging to his soul, a voice dripping with a sadistic amusement that sent shivers down Olteca's spine.
The question hung heavy in the air, a horrifying promise of unimaginable pain. Olteca, his body a broken mess but his spirit clinging to a sliver of defiance, could only stare back in mute terror. He had faced countless horrors in his demonic life, but this – this raw, unbridled rage fueled by a power beyond human comprehension – threatened to break him utterly.
A sadistic glint flickered in Aaron's crimson eyes, a horrifying counterpoint to the golden hues bleeding across the cityscape. With a practiced flick of his wrist, a shimmering blade materialized in his hand, the metal thrumming with an unnatural energy.
Olteca flinched, a whimper escaping his cracked lips. He knew what was coming – another twisted experiment fueled by Aaron's monstrous rage. The "fun" Aaron promised was a chilling prospect, a promise of pain so exquisite, it defied comprehension.
Aaron didn't waste any time. With a swift, almost surgical precision, he sliced across Olteca's already mangled flesh. But this wasn't a brutal slash meant to inflict maximum damage. This was a calculated cut, designed to expose Olteca's demonic musculature, the very core of his being.
A gasp, raw and primal, ripped through Olteca as the air, now cool with the approaching night, bit into his exposed nerves. The world sharpened around him in a horrifying way. Every sensation, every touch, was amplified a thousandfold. A slight breeze felt like a thousand needles pricking his skin. The groan of the rusty fire escape echoed like a thunderclap in his skull.
A twisted smile stretched across Aaron's face, the monstrous entity reveling in Olteca's agony. "Let's have some fun," it rasped through Aaron's throat, the voice a chilling melody devoid of any human empathy.
The rooftop, once a desolate battleground, now resembled a twisted laboratory bathed in the dying light of the sun. The stench of burnt flesh mingled with the metallic tang of fear, a sickening concoction that painted a horrifying picture of the events that had transpired. In the center of it all, Olteca writhed, a broken puppet at the mercy of a monstrous power, his screams swallowed by the growing darkness.
The descent into madness had accelerated. The line between Aaron and the entity had blurred, leaving behind a terrifying question: Could Aaron, or whatever remained of him, be pulled back from the brink before it consumed him completely, and before the city paid the ultimate price for his desperate search for his sister?
Aaron, or what remained of him, cackled, a sound that sent shivers down Olteca's spine despite the agonizing symphony of amplified sensations assaulting him. "Evil?" the voice rasped, a chilling mockery of Aaron's usual playful tone. "That word seems so quaint, wouldn't you agree?"
He crouched beside Olteca, the exposed musculature pulsating with an unnatural light, mirroring the crimson glow in his eyes. "Let me tell you about true evil, Olteca," he hissed, his voice dripping with a venomous amusement.
With a sickening snap, Aaron ripped a fragment of the exposed muscle from Olteca's arm. The demon screamed, a sound that would have curdled the blood of even the most hardened criminal, but Aaron seemed to revel in the agony.
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Olteca's crimson visor, usually a symbol of his power, felt like a searing brand against his already burning skull. Agony, amplified a thousandfold, ripped through him, a symphony of excruciating pain conducted by the monstrous entity inhabiting Aaron. Each ragged breath was a battle for survival, a defiance against the very air that felt like a million tiny Deadmans gnawing at his exposed flesh.
Through the haze of excruciating pain, a single, desperate thought flickered in his fractured mind: 'What is happening?' But the answer was etched into the horrifying transformation before him. 'How did it get so bad so quickly?'
Olteca, a being who thrived on chaos and reveled in inflicting misery, now found himself staring into the abyss of true horror. This – this monstrous entity inhabiting Aaron – was something far beyond anything he'd ever encountered. Even the strongest Deadmans, twisted reflections of humanity's darkest desires, paled in comparison to this raw, unadulterated rage.
'He's become a monster,' a morbid realization dawned on Olteca. 'And I... I'm just his plaything.' A bitter chuckle, more of a choked gasp, escaped his lips. The irony was as sharp as the pain lancing through him. He, the demon who reveled in manipulating humans, who had orchestrated countless acts of violence and despair, was now the one fearing for his life at the hands of a human, or rather, something far less human now.
Meanwhile whatever the thing that was looking at him had a maniacal look on its face as it looked at him.
Olteca felt truth and primal fear that day and the fun had just started.
Ya...Aaron was done with him yet, there was still so much more he could make Olteca's body due.
So much more games they had to play, so much more blood needing to be spilled.
A/N by Crimson armor he meant Olteca blood...yes he bleed so much it look like a Crimson armor