Crimson bolts of wrathful lightning repeatedly speared down, their elemental fury testing the defenses of the ethereal pyramid with an almost sentient vigor.
"P-Please, Yo… Young M..master,"
Geoffrey stuttered, fear gnawing at his voice, lacing his words with an underlying terror.
"I-Iss there re..really a need for all th-this? The.. The.. risks…"
His plea was silenced by an emerald streak of vengeful lightning tearing through the tempestuous sky.
*CRACKLEZZZZ*
A terrifying surge of raw energy rode the lightning, coursing through the rod and into the conduits of Brandon's body.
Tendrils of searing electricity, as crimson as freshly spilt blood, whipped around the structure and into Brandon.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, despite the storm's chill, as every fiber in his body braced for the relentless onslaught
"G-geoffrey, swear to me… In the name of whatever gods you hold dear, do not rip me from this throne until the storm yields!"
These rods, crafted from Moonforged metal — their value alone costing millions — were more than just conduits.
To Brandon, they were keys, ones that would tap into powers long sealed.
Brandon's lips curled in a grotesque smile, the ecstasy of pain etched on his face, a perverse satisfaction derived from the torment he willingly shouldered.
PAAAAAAAANNNNGGGGGG!!!!
Like a cosmic predator, another bolt of malevolent crimson lightning tore open the heavens, sinking its claws into Brandon's exposed flesh.
But he endured, his screams of pain swallowed, the taste of suffering savored.
"This… This is the most crucial part of my… my plans…"
With teeth grinding against the merciless pain, Brandon gasped his words, determination flaring in his eyes even as the torment threatened to drown him.
Suddenly, as if directed by an unseen maestro, a tempest of bolts descended, each striking the remaining lightning rods in a maddening ballet of orchestrated chaos.
*BOOOOOOOOOOOM !!!*
With each impact, the air quivered, the blinding flash of raw power and the resounding crashes, echoing like the wrathful roars of gods long forgotten.
The ominous crimson energy slithered and danced along the intricate web of metallic conduits, their touch leaving burning trails as they sought the hundred bound souls on the surrounding battlements.
The hapless subordinates, bound and helpless on the platforms, convulsed violently under the divine wrath, their screams forming a discordant symphony of desperation and pain.
"AHHHHHH!!!"
"EEEEEEEEKKKK!!"
"RRROOOAAARRR!"
Some struggled in futile resistance against their metallic chains, the primal fear overpowering their reason.
Others twitched and convulsed in an unholy dance, their muscles spasming in a grotesque imitation of life.
In the madness, a handful seemed to revel in the torment, their screams of pain morphing into roars of defiance.
"ARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!"
Their bodies pulsated with the onslaught of energy, their chorus of pain a testament to their unwilling metamorphosis.
Amid the symphony of torment, a faint glimmer of something alien began to stir within them.
As another bolt of lightning descended, bloated with malevolence, Brandon's voice clawed against the blanket of pain,
"SWEAR IT GEOFFREY!!"
Geoffrey, his heart echoing the storm's relentless pounding, tears carving paths down his weathered cheeks, whispered back,
"Y-young… Mast… Master… I… swear…"
His vow barely audible, drowned in the maelstrom of chaos.
Yet, despite his evident distress, there was a brief moment where Geoffrey's eyes glinted with a hardness, a depth, that suggested more than just a mere butler's concern.
Again and again, the crimson lightning assaulted the metallic rod, each strike a hammer blow to Brandon's resolve.
His body shook violently with each attack, spasms of pain punctuating his ordeal.
His once masochistic smile had faded, replaced by a mask of agony, his face a testament to the punishment he willingly endured.
Geoffrey, a silent spectator to his young master's suffering, felt his control crumble.
Tears blurred his vision, tracing rivulets down his face, his heart splintering at the sight of Brandon's agony.
"P-Plea…lease, y-yo…oung m-mas..master,"
Geoffrey choked out, his voice a mix of fear, devotion, and helplessness.
"N-NO MO…MORE... I-I… BEG O-OF Y..YOU! N…NO… M-MORE!"
But his pleas were swallowed by the storm, drowned by the chorus of thunderous crashes and the spiteful crackle of the lightning.
The metallic fortress quivered in resonance with Geoffrey's shattered heart, its foundations shaken by the sheer magnitude of the raw power unleashed.
PAAAAAANGGGGGGG!!
With each assault, Brandon's consciousness teetered on the precipice of oblivion. His body, marred and scorched, threatened to betray him.
"Geoffrey... This sacrifice...it is our crucible. Our future will be born from these ashes. We face a world of shadows, and I refuse to be another forgotten echo…"
With his voice choked with emotion, Geoffrey stuttered,
"B-But at wh…what cost, yo..young… m-master? This… This torment... it… gnaws at me."
In response, Brandon let out a guttural roar as the lightning tore into him,
"No matter the cost, I WILL REIGN SUPREME!!!"
His body convulsed and contorted under the relentless assault of crimson lightning, every fiber of his being wracked with excruciating agony.
His once pristine white T-shirt clung to his charred skin, a tattered banner of his ordeal.
His once luscious black hair was a singed crown, an electrified halo crackling with residual energy.
*Cracklezz…* *Cracklezzz…* *Cracklezzzzzz*
Limbs that once exuded youthful vitality hung limply, bearing fractural-patterned battle scars of relentless punishment.
And then, with a final surge of lightning, he succumbed to the enveloping darkness. His eyes closed, surrendering to the sweet release of unconsciousness.
The storm raged on, its fury unabated.
The torrential rain and crackling lightning continued their relentless dance, casting an ethereal glow upon the desolate landscape.
Beneath its wrath, Geoffrey stood as the solitary sentinel, a beacon of resolve amidst the tempest.
A remarkable transformation occurred then.
The fragility that once defined him crumbled away…
The hunched and aged butler straightened, his demeanor altering as if he had cast away an unwanted cloak.
The lines etched upon his face seemed to deepen, revealing the hidden depths of his character that had remained veiled for so long.
Tears streaked his face, tracing the contours of his weathered features but he exuded a mysterious imperious aura of strength.
"I will protect you, young master,"
Geoffrey whispered to himself, a solemn oath that echoed amidst the raging storm, his usual stutter vanishing with his changed demeanor.
"If supremacy is your goal, I will be your deadliest sword and sturdiest shield."
As he uttered these words, Geoffrey glanced left and right, a fleeting glimpse of caution in his eyes.
Then, with a subtle arch of his back, he transformed back into the harmless, frail old man he had appeared to be moments before.
His transformation, though subtle, hinted at a hidden power and purpose that lay dormant beneath his unassuming exterior.
The frail old man, once again, embraced the façade, concealing the enigma that he truly was.