Aaron sighed to himself a bit as he noticed Ikki's progress, this was good, he was improving.
{Nii-san...Daiji-kun is different}
"How different we speaking here," Aaron said as he heard Rui's voice in his mind.
Suddenly he was sent a video of Daiji fighting Gifu.....
Pov change.
'why' Daiji said as he lay on the floor, Gifu walked over to him as he picked up Daiji by the neck.
Daiji weakly musters a punch and punches Gifu in the gut.
"Justice always wins..."Daiji weakly managed to say as Gifu choked him harder.
Gifu tightened his grip, the malice in his eyes mirroring the pressure intensifying around Daiji's throat. "Evil?" he scoffed, a humorless sound that scraped against Daiji's strained ears. "You humans are so fond of such simplistic labels. But tell me, who truly defines evil? Is it the predator that hunts for survival, or the farmer who cages animals in metal tombs, fattening them for slaughter? You wouldn't call a lion evil for devouring a zebra, would you?"
A strangled wheeze escaped Daiji's lips. Gifu's words stung with truth, a truth humans often conveniently ignored.
"History," Gifu continued, his voice laced with bitter amusement, "is a tapestry woven by victors, stained with the blood of the vanquished. Your so-called 'justice' is nothing more than a tool wielded by the powerful to control the narrative. Remember when you called us demons, monsters? When you deemed yourselves the rightful owners of this land, pushing aside its indigenous people like troublesome insects?"
A flicker of shame flickered across Daiji's dimming vision. He couldn't deny the historical atrocities committed by his kind, the dehumanization that paved the way for conquest and oppression. "They... were wrong," he rasped, the words a struggle to force out.
Gifu laughed, a chilling sound devoid of humor. "Wrong? You built empires on the backs of those you deemed lesser. 'Brutes,' 'savages,' 'barbarians' – these were the labels you used to justify your barbarity. And when you encountered those with darker skin tones, those with different customs, you called them subhuman, fit only for servitude. Convenient, isn't it? To strip someone of their humanity to make their suffering easier to bear."
Daiji's vision began to swim, his world shrinking to the cruel amusement in Gifu's eyes. He knew there was truth in the demon's words, a truth that laid bare the hypocrisy of humanity's supposed moral high ground. But as the darkness threatened to claim him, a spark of defiance flickered within.
"Even so," he managed, his voice a mere croak, "we learned from our mistakes. We strive for justice, even if it's a long road."
A slow smile spread across Gifu's face, a smile that promised nothing but pain. "Oh, the arrogance! Do you believe you've learned? Do you strive for justice? But true justice is a luxury reserved for the victors, Daiji. And in this fight, it seems you've already lost."
Gifu's grip tightened further, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Justice? You humans preach it like a holy scripture, yet your history is a testament to its fallacy. You wage wars fueled by greed, build empires on the backs of the conquered, and label anyone different as a threat. You are a disease, a virus infecting this world with your insatiable need for control."
He punctuated each accusation with a squeeze of his hand, the pressure building around Daiji's throat. "You defile the very land you claim to cherish, consume its resources without a thought for the future. You are a cancer, and this world needs a cure." Gifu's gaze narrowed, malice hardening his features. "Don't speak of justice," he hissed, his voice laced with venomous contempt, "when you are so weak, so utterly incapable of achieving the ideals you preach. You may strive for a utopia, but all you create is chaos."
Daiji choked back a gasp, his face turning a sickly shade of purple. He clawed at Gifu's hand, his desperate struggle a pathetic get out of the demon's grip.
A cruel smile twisted Gifu's lips as he watched the light fade from Daiji's eyes. "Justice? A pathetic human delusion," he spat. "Look into the abyss, Daiji. Let it consume your foolish notions of righteousness. Despair is the only truth in this world, and within it lies true power."
With a primal growl, Gifu poured his demonic energy into Daiji's body. The air crackled with dark magic, and Daiji's scream, cut short by his constricted throat, echoed through the room like a strangled whimper. The world around him dissolved into a swirling vortex of inky blackness. An endless void, devoid of light or sound, stretched before him.
Terror threatened to engulf him, but then, a strange sensation bloomed within the emptiness. It was a cold power, a chilling corruption that seeped into his very being. He felt the line between his own body dissolving, and his self-awareness expanding.
Images flashed before him – acts of violence, the raw power of destruction, the thrill of being the one in control.
The void pulsed with an unholy light, and something shifted within Daiji. The agonizing pressure on his throat vanished. He took in a deep breath, the air sizzling with newfound energy. His muscles bulged, power coursing through him. He felt... strong. Stronger than he'd ever dreamt was humanly possible.
A dark laughter escaped Daiji's lips, it was a sound devoid of humanity. He no longer resembled the man he once was. His eyes glowed with an unholy light, mirroring the corruption that had taken root in his very essence.
Just as Daiji's soul was about to get consumed and reduced to nothing, a strange weird yellow light was seen deep within Daiji's subconscious...
Pov change.
"Well I will be dammed," Aaron said looking at the recording....he needs to speed shit up, or else the next victim might be Ikki Or Sakura, or their mom and dad.
He looked at the object in his hand and remembered the words Abi told him.
"If you can weaken him enough, you can seal his core in here, as long as you have that, the main threat will be gone, okay my little marshmallow"
"You are probably the only woman I know, that would call a man with a body count in the trillions your marshmallow"
"What you talking about, your body count is"
"Shush, I was talking about the people I killed not slept with"
"I thought as you much, my little marshmallow is pretty clean"
Yeah thinking of those memories, he now realized that she might like teasing him.