As Aaron's fist connected with Gifu, the impact sent a shockwave through the air, and a glimmer of crimson splattered against the ruined ground. Blood. Gifu's blood.
The demon paused, staring at the red stain on his fingers, a flicker of confusion passing over his face. How had this human drawn blood from him? How had he managed to hurt him? The fight had been all fun and games, but now... now it was something else.
Gifu opened his mouth to speak, to mock Aaron for landing such a pitiful blow, but instead, he puked blood—a violent, uncontrollable spasm that left him gasping.
His hand trembled as he wiped the blood from his lips, and his eyes narrowed as they turned toward Aaron in disbelief. "What... what did you do?" Gifu rasped, struggling to comprehend.
Aaron grinned—a bloody, defiant smile that spread across his battered face. His lips curled up, revealing bloodied teeth as he spoke, his voice raspy but sharp as steel. "I was never really aiming for you."
Gifu's eyes widened in sudden realization. Olteca. The body he had been using as a host.
The vessel that allowed him to maintain his form and power in the human world.
The body was breaking down, its cells destabilizing, rejecting his overwhelming power.
Aaron had done something... something insidious. He hadn't just been attacking—he had been injecting that purifying energy into Olteca's body with every blow.
Long story short, he turned Olteca back into a human...
Olteca's human flesh was now unable to withstand the monstrous power of Gifu. The purification had reverted Olteca to his original, weaker human state. And now... he couldn't contain Gifu's immense energy anymore.
"You... you've turned him human," Gifu growled, his voice laced with fury and disbelief. "You've made him weak! You—"
Before he could finish, his rage erupted. In a fit of uncontrollable anger, Gifu lashed out, swinging his arm with the full force of his supernatural might.
CRACK! The blow connected with Aaron's torso, and in that instant, Aaron felt every bone in his body shatter under the sheer power of Gifu's strike.
Aaron was launched through the air like a ragdoll, crashing into the rubble with bone-crushing force.
His body hit the ground with a sickening thud, and the rubble collapsed around him, burying him in debris.
He lay there, gasping, broken, his vision swimming in and out of focus.
His body screamed in agony—his ribs were shattered, puncturing into his lungs, and blood filled his mouth.
His right arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, the bone completely broken and protruding from his skin.
His left leg hung limp, and the femur snapped like a twig.
Internal bleeding flooded his chest cavity, and his breathing was ragged and shallow as he coughed up blood.
Half of his suit—his armor of survival—was obliterated, leaving his exposed flesh to the harsh reality of the ruined battlefield.
His chest plate was torn away, revealing blood-soaked skin and bruises that spread across his torso like dark stains.
His helmet was cracked, and through the fractured visor, one of his eyes could barely stay open, swollen and bloodshot.
The HUD was flickering, the once-stable indicators now nothing more than static noise.
His left side was nearly completely exposed, his skin scraped raw from the debris.
The right half of his suit flickered, desperately trying to reconstruct itself, but the damage was severe—too severe.
The nanites were overworked, struggling to mend what had been shattered beyond repair. His exposed skin felt cold, the biting wind sending waves of pain through every nerve.
Gifu raged out above him, roaring like an enraged beast.
His power swelled, cracking the earth beneath his feet as his host's body began to break down even faster.
The purification was working, but Aaron had paid an immense price.
He was lying in the rubble, his body a mangled wreck, teetering on the edge of consciousness.
Every breath was a battle. Every heartbeat was agony.
'I could be home right now, getting lap pillows and maybe some kiss, and here I am in so much shit' Aaron thought to himself as he felt his body groan in the pain.
He could quite literally be in a princess right now but here he was fighting a bored illusionist....he needs a fucking vacation after this.
Feeling his lung kissing his ribs was never fun, it will never be fun.
Aaron sighed a bit...the Iguarashi were fine, the drug he had given them should make sure they stayed asleep for a long time.
Back at the Weekend base...A slight twitch could be seen from the bodies of all three of the sibling, the sound of a heartbeat could be heard inside the room, their eyes turning red, and their body twitched ever so slightly every few seconds or so.
George looking at the scene gazed at the siblings before looking at his scanner, it seemed like all three of their powers were working together, Daiji was transferring the gaz to Ikki...who would weaken it, and as the gas reached Sakura, she would practically utterly destroy it.
It seems like her ability also worked on inanimate objects.
The siblings groan in pain, the gas used to suppress them was not just any gas, it was specifically designed for them, however, it seemed like their body was adapting to it faster than Aaron could have anticipated.....
George didnt finish that though as he noticed what seemed to be a bunch of flying objects creating some sort of barrier around the battlefield, not letting anyone enter it.
However, he did wonder, where was his sword, from what he had scanned, the sword was currently flying over the Pacific Ocean right now.
George's eyes then went toward something happening at the Fenix base...it seemed like Akaishi was trying to do something.
Pov change
As Aaron lay in the rubble, his body broken and battered, he could sense Gifu's seething rage above him, the air practically crackling with the demon's fury.
Every muscle screamed in agony, but through the haze of pain, Aaron forced a smirk. He knew what was coming next.
"Yami... it's your turn now," Aaron muttered, his voice barely a whisper, strained by the torment coursing through his body.
From deep within, dark, malevolent laughter echoed in response, a sound that sent a shiver through even the coldest depths of Aaron's soul.
"Finally," a voice, twisted and dripping with excitement, growled from within. It was Yami—Aaron's inner demon, the one who had been waiting for this exact moment, he had been waiting for so fucking long.
Aaron's eyes suddenly snapped open, now glowing a deep, sinister red, his pupils slit like a predator stalking its prey.
His grin stretched wider, revealing sharp teeth that hadn't been there moments ago—Yami's teeth.
With a sickening snap, Aaron's body began to mend itself. Every wound, every broken bone, every inch of torn flesh vanished in an instant as if they had never existed.
His suit, once damaged beyond repair, was now reformed—though this time it wasn't just rebuilt, it was twisted.
There was a demonic touch to it, dark and jagged as if Yami had woven his very essence into the suit itself.
Aaron—or rather, Yami—rose slowly, cracking his neck with a nonchalant air. His eyes locked onto Gifu, and a wide, predatory grin split his face. The demon within had fully taken over.
"So much fucking fun..." Yami hissed, his voice dripping with anticipation as he looked at Gifu. "Let's dance, monster."
Without waiting for a response, Yami raised his hand, pointing directly at Gifu.
In an instant, several dark, slashing energy waves shot from his fingertips, each one razor-sharp and glowing with demonic power.
The slashes tore through the air, cutting a path toward Gifu with lethal precision.
The beast turned just in time, and upon seeing Yami—fully awakened—a twisted smile spread across Gifu's face.
The demonic energy pouring off Yami was delicious to him, a mirror of the chaos and destruction that Gifu thrived on.
"Oh... now this is going to be fun," Gifu growled, his voice filled with equal parts excitement and bloodlust as he met Yami's gaze, ready to dive into the madness that was about to unfold.
The two beasts clashed with a force that shook the very air around them, creating shockwaves that sent debris flying in every direction.
Yami, now fully unleashed, grinned as he dodged Gifu's brutal strikes with fluid, almost playful motions.
His movements were precise and sharp, every step laced with the thrill of chaos. He reveled in it, every hit, every near miss, every explosion of power.
Gifu, however, was no slouch. His monstrous form towered over Yami, and with each swing of his massive claws, the ground beneath them cracked and splintered.
He fought like a force of nature, raw and unrelenting, but Yami only seemed to enjoy it more with each passing moment.
"This... is what I've been waiting for!" Yami snarled, his grin stretching impossibly wide as he weaved in and out of Gifu's attacks. "Come on, monster! Give me everything you've got!"
Gifu roared, his voice reverberating like a crashing wave of fury. In a flash, he raised his hand and with a dark, twisting motion, reality itself seemed to warp around him.
The air shimmered, and Gifu used the distorted space to dodge Yami's oncoming slash, as though the very fabric of the world bent to his will.
Yami's eyes flickered with interest, his predatory grin growing even more sinister. "That's a nice move you've got there..." he said, his voice low and amused.
And then, something shifted in Yami's gaze. His eyes narrowed, and within his blood-red irises, a spinning wheel appeared, swirling slowly at first, then faster, and faster.
Gifu didn't even have time to react before Yami's body flickered, and the air around him bent just as it had for Gifu.
In an instant, Yami unleashed the same reality-warping technique, distorting space as he dodged a heavy blow from Gifu with effortless ease. "Let's see how you like fighting yourself," Yami laughed maniacally, the spinning wheel in his eyes reflecting Gifu's power back at him.
The battlefield descended into chaos, a twisted, surreal landscape where the laws of physics no longer applied.
The two monsters darted in and out of warped space, attacking and dodging with vicious speed. Their strikes cut through the air, each one powerful enough to shatter bones and tear through the fabric of reality itself.
And neither of them cared about the humans caught in between.
Gifu grinned darkly, and without a second thought, grabbed a nearby civilian—an old man—and hurled him into Yami's path, using the poor soul as a living shield. Yami didn't flinch.
His blade-like claws sliced clean through the man, blood splattering across the ground as Yami kept coming, completely unfazed. "Nice try," he chuckled, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.
Gifu wasn't done. He punched straight through another human, the sound of bone and flesh crunching as he drove his fist through a woman's chest, all to land a hit on Yami.
The two monsters didn't even blink at the carnage they were creating. Human lives were nothing but fodder to them, mere obstacles in their deadly dance of destruction.
"Heh, this is starting to get fun!" Yami howled, his bloodlust fueling his every move.
He and Gifu tore through the streets, each using their twisted powers to gain the upper hand, but neither was willing to back down.
Yami thrived in the chaos, his demonic laughter filling the air as they tore into each other again and again, turning the battlefield into a nightmarish scene of blood, broken bodies, and shattered reality.
To Yami, it was all just a game—a game he was more than happy to play.
The destruction around Yami and Gifu was absolute. Buildings crumbled under their relentless onslaught, the ground split open with every violent clash, and the air itself seemed to crackle with their raw energy.
Yami was in his element, laughing wildly as he tore through everything in sight, the chaos fueling his insatiable bloodlust.
But amidst the carnage, something tugged at him—a restraint, a presence. He gritted his teeth, annoyed.
"Fine..." Yami groaned, rolling his eyes. His body momentarily stilled, and with a surge of dark energy, he extended his power outward.
In an instant, he used his abilities to warp the space around the remaining civilians, moving them far away from the battlefield.
He saved them all in a single, chaotic burst of demonic power—if only to stop the nagging feeling that had been holding him back.
Once the civilians were gone, Yami's grin returned, sharper than ever. "Now... where were we?" he muttered, locking eyes with Gifu.
The two monsters collided again with a thunderous roar.
Gifu, with a savage growl, struck Yami with enough force to shatter bone, utterly destroying Yami's arms in one brutal attack.
But Yami only laughed. He watched as his arms regrew instantly, dark, tendril-like energy knitting his flesh back together in seconds.
"You think that's enough to stop me?" Yami taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic joy.
Without warning, he dropped to all fours and sprinted at Gifu like a feral creature, his body moving with primal instinct, completely abandoning any sense of human restraint.
He was a beast, pure and simple, and the battlefield had become his hunting ground.
In a blur of motion, Yami closed the distance and sank his fangs into Gifu's left hand, tearing through flesh and bone with a savage bite.
Gifu let out a howl of pain, his monstrous voice echoing through the ruined city. But he didn't hesitate.
With all his strength, Gifu kicked Yami hard in the gut, sending him flying through the air like a ragdoll.
The force of the impact was enough to send Yami crashing into the side of a building, shattering concrete and steel as he tore through it.
But Yami didn't care. As he tumbled through the sky, he only grinned wider, his body already recovering from the blow.
His eyes, now wild and gleaming with bloodlust, locked back onto Gifu. His breathing was ragged, but it wasn't from exhaustion—it was from excitement.
"More..." Yami growled, his voice dripping with madness as he pulled himself up from the rubble. "More...give me more!"
He lunged forward, his entire body a blur of predatory motion, aiming to tear Gifu apart piece by piece.
His mind was consumed with only one thought: to continue the fight, to feel the thrill of each clash, to push both of their limits to the absolute breaking point.
The two beasts were no longer warriors—they were creatures, driven solely by their primal desires to destroy and dominate.
And Yami, in his twisted way, was loving every second of it.