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Aiden had felt pain before. He had endured the roaring flames of battle, pushed his body past its limits, and forced his mind to remain sharp even when exhaustion clawed at him. But this—this was different.
The moment Doom's eldritch miasma wrapped around him, he knew something was wrong. His body seized up, his lungs burned, and a suffocating pressure crushed his chest as though an unseen force was squeezing the very life out of him. It was as if every ounce of magic in his body had been severed, leaving him utterly powerless.
No, he thought, his teeth grinding together as he stumbled. 'It's not just cutting me off from my magic—it's something worse.'
He tried to ignite his flames, tried to summon even a flicker of mana—but nothing answered. The roaring inferno inside him had been reduced to embers, and those embers were rapidly fading. He couldn't even feel his magic anymore, as though it had never existed in the first place.
Panic would have been natural, but Aiden didn't panic. Instead, a cold, simmering rage built within him.
Doom.
He forced himself to look at the man standing before him, his emerald-green cloak billowing as though reality itself bent to his presence. Doctor Doom—Victor Von Doom—stood like a monarch addressing a peasant, arms crossed, his gaze hidden behind the cold metal of his mask.
"You look surprised, child," Doom observed, his tone dripping with condescension. "Did you truly believe your magic was absolute? That you, in your infantile understanding of power, could touch Doom?"
Aiden clenched his fists. His muscles screamed in protest, his vision swam, and yet he refused to collapse. He would not give Doom the satisfaction.
"What the hell did you do?" Aiden's voice was hoarse, his throat raw from the suffocating force pressing against him.
Doom chuckled, a deep and knowing sound. "You wield magic, yet you lack the intellect to understand it." He spread his arms as if addressing an audience. "Eldritch magic is not like the feeble flames of dragons, nor is it bound by the crude laws of mortal sorcery. It is pure. It is absolute. And it is mine to command."
The miasma swirled around Aiden, constricting, devouring. His limbs trembled under the pressure, his body growing weaker by the second.
'Damn it. I haven't even used my strongest form yet.'
That single thought sent another wave of anger coursing through him. He wasn't finished. He wasn't at his limit. This wasn't how this fight was supposed to go.
And yet, the undeniable truth gnawed at him: Doom had him exactly where he wanted him.
Then, something changed.
Aiden felt it deep within himself, past the burning pain, past the suffocating pressure—a shift. It wasn't his magic returning to him. No, it was something more profound.
At first, he thought he was dying. His skin prickled, his blood roared in his ears, and for a moment, he swore his very essence was unraveling. But then—he felt it.
The eldritch magic that had been crushing him, suffocating him, devouring him—wasn't destroying him at all.
It was being consumed.
Aiden's breath hitched as realization dawned on him. His body wasn't rejecting Doom's magic. It was feasting on it.
His Dragon Slayer abilities—specifically his Sage Dragon Slayer Magic—weren't being suppressed. They were adapting.
Doom's magic wasn't erasing his mana. It was feeding it.
A grin, wild and sharp, split Aiden's face. 'Oh, that's interesting.....No Pain No Gain eh?'
The pain that had wracked his body turned into heat—familiar, intoxicating, powerful. His muscles no longer ached. His lungs no longer burned. His senses sharpened as his mind expanded, stretching beyond the limits he had known.
His core pulsed, no longer filled with Dragon Slayer Magic alone but something new, something eldritch. Green light surged through his veins, ancient runes burning into his skin. His body no longer felt like it was being torn apart. It felt like it was becoming something more.
The battlefield trembled. The air around him warped. The miasma that had sought to consume him dissipated—not because Doom had willed it, but because Aiden had taken it for himself.
And then, he laughed.
Doom had already begun his declaration of victory.
"This is the fate of all who defy Doom! You are nothing before my power! Reed Richards you will follow!"
He raised his arms, commanding the swirling green storm of eldritch fire to consume the battlefield, to leave nothing behind but the mark of Doom's supremacy.
But then, the miasma—his miasma—vanished.
The battlefield fell into an eerie silence. And then—Aiden stepped forward.
Unharmed. Reborn.
Doom's posture stiffened ever so slightly. His mask, expressionless as it was, could not conceal his curiosity—or his frustration. "Impossible."
Aiden rolled his shoulders, admiring his new form. His armor was no longer the simple, flame-kissed scales of a Dragon Slayer. It was dark, jagged, like the shell of some ancient entity. His core pulsed with an emerald radiance, shifting and glowing like a living gem embedded in his chest. His eyes, once golden, now burned a piercing green, and atop his head, a dark, spiked crown gleamed ominously, its central jewel humming with newfound power.
He flexed his fingers, feeling the surge of eldritch energy intertwining with his own magic. It felt natural. As if it had always been there, waiting for him to claim it.
Aiden exhaled slowly, watching Doom with sharp, predatory amusement. "I have to say…" He smirked, tilting his head as his claws crackled with newfound energy. "I should be thanking you, Doom."
Doom's fists clenched. His stance was firm, but Aiden could feel the irritation rolling off him in waves. Doom was many things—genius, sorcerer, ruler—but one thing he was not was a man who tolerated unpredictability.
And Aiden? He had just become something Doom could not predict.
"This magic…" Aiden's smirk widened, eldritch lightning dancing across his fingertips. "It's incredible."
For the first time since the battle had begun, Doom was silent.
(Title: Eldritch Dragon Slayer Mode)
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