Strange Vulcan's Part One

Aaron upon landing back on the ground to see his assault had been successful began jumping up and down excitedly cheering, “Yes! Yes! Yes! I hit him! Damn that felt good!” He would soon regain his composure as he watched the other get back up. To Aaron, this seemed to come as a surprise of sort, such being evident from the visible droplets of nervous sweat that had formed upon his features. He blinked a few times as he noticed the change in the other's demeanor. ”Blow it out your ass, ya prick!” Snapped back at the other's declaration of his actions being a mistake, as he snapped at the other he had drawn up his right arm his right hand facing forth all his fingers being inverted minus his middle finger which stood erect.


Aaron's attention briefly flickering back to the holy flames on his arms. ”These flames are a pain in the ass.” He grumbled to himself as he flailed his arms about trying to rid himself of the flames. He soon gave up as the action simply caused him further fatigue. ”Screw it.” He grumbled as he took off toward the fire mage. The markings on Aaron's arms glowing an ominous red and black that gave off what was clearly a demonic aura. The red and black haze flowing from these markings. He seemed to be setting up for something, was it a spell, or something he had managed to hide till now? Only time would tell.


Aaron now taking rather strong strides that landed with enough pressure to cause fissures within the ground. The soft gaia splitting under the forceful weight of the foot falls. The males features seemed to darken considerably, a deep shadow being cast upon the upper portion of his face, with his eyes now glowing red a vicious almost animalistic sense lingering within them. The youth closing in on the fire mage would grin sinisterly. ”Don't go underestimating me, ya prick.” He muttered in the other's direction as he swung forth his arms which had been pulled back during his approach. His hands were clenched into tight fist's which seemed to be glowing violently with that strange demonic aura. Aaron aiming his fists towards the midsection of the male. He grinned as his fists connected with the ribs of the other.


Within the impact, complex runes only readable by a Diawolf would spread upon the chest of the fire mage. The runes laying idle for a few seconds before they began to release the same demonic aura as that which was being released from the males forearms. The male seemed to jump back some distancing himself. It would be within this action that the demonic aura upon his arms seemed to swell up and be thrust into a seemingly hyperactive state of aggravation. At the same time, the runes planted upon the other would glow violently as the two living explosion's had begun to resonate.


Aaron at the point had turned his back on the other and stuffed his hands within the pockets of his hoodie. ”Wait for me in the depths of Hades, ya prick.” Aaron said as his body and the body of the other would be consumed by his red and black haze. Both of the mage's seeming to light up in a flurry of red and black as the explosions' were triggered. The demonic aura gushing outwards ripping apart their surroundings within a sixteen foot radius.


When the smoke cleared from around Aaron he be shown to now be without his hoodie and shirt, leaving his chest bare. This exposing the semi-sleeve tattoo covering his left arm and some of his torso. His body was covered in wounds, yet he was grinning. It wasn't a normal grin, no, it was the grin one would expect from a mad man. ”That was kinda fun, huh?” He asked the other in a rather cheerful tone before he began to laugh. Despite having just blown himself up to a degree he seemed to be enjoying himself.

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Aaron panted heavier than he had been before his previous assault upon the fire mage. He looked utterly exhausted, as with good reason, he had just taken enough damage to render a normal person unconscious. He had little time to enjoy the adrenaline pumping through his veins before he was ripped off of the ground. The much taller male now clenching him by the neck rather violently. That was when all hell broke loose. Aaron, try as he might, was unable to break the other's grasp upon his neck. His own hands grasping at the mid-section of the other's forearm. His grasping being held long enough to plant the runes within the other's palm and forearm. What happened right after this was horrifying for him. He, without even moving a muscle, or the other male moving a muscle was now thrashing about in the air howling out in agony. He would glaring at the other as he spoke these words, “Hello little Diawolf. Continuing with you sin of wrath?” Aaron himself understood not what the other meant, “What exactly was a Diawolf?”, was the thought running through his mind as his blacked out momentarily.

(Beginning of flashback.)

Within the confines of Aaron's mind. . . A flurry of flames shrouded the landscape. He looked around frantically, wait was this him or someone else? He couldn't really tell. Within his frantic gaze he caught glimpse's of people much like himself with horns upon their heads fleeing past him. He was suddenly knocked down. That was when he saw it, humans dressed in military garbs marching towards his current position. They carried a flag, he felt like he knew it. He staggered to his feet chasing after kin, but he wasn't fast enough. Soon he was all alone with the soldier's still on his tail. He soon found himself being taken away by the soldiers. One of them swung forth a strange staff and everything went black.

(Ending of flashback.)

The first thing Aaron felt upon snapping back into consciousness was slamming upon the ground. He staggered to his feet, his breathing ragged as he tried to regain his composure. ”Wh-What the hell was that?” He asked himself before feeling something wet drip upon his hands. He was hunched over slightly, his hands held out in front of him. He stared down into his palms. Tears? They were his own. He would raise his arm upwards rubbing his forearm against his face to rid himself of the tears. His gaze soon resting upon his opponent. ”The fuck did you just to me ya bastard?” He snapped angrily at the other. He now found himself full of rage. He knew normal tactics wouldn't work this time. He couldn't go in half-assed like he normally did. This wasn't an opponent he could beat without bending the rules a bit.

It was this realization that brought about his next course of action. He quickly distanced himself from his opponent. ”If I can't blow ya up I'll just beat the shit outta' ya the ole' fashion way.” He proclaimed to the other as he grasped the tree to which he had backed up against. He seemed to struggle for a moment before his forearms, most notably the strange markings on them that covered his hands began to glow that abnormal red and black. It looked as if red and black steam was rushing forth from his arms as the explosion went off. What was oddest about this, no runes had formed upon the tree. The tree's trunk exploding flushing up a smoke screen of dust. Through which the entire tree was soon hurled aimed at Alexander.

From behind the smokescreen Aaron could be heard saying, “Just die already, ya prick.” It was as he finished saying this that the runes he had placed upon Alexander would finally begin to resonate with the markings upon Aaron's arms. The smokescreen mixing with the Takeover mage's red and black haze thickening the shroud. Around the time the tree would be near hitting it's mark, the runes hit their peak resonation and went off. Behind the shroud Aaron was caught within a flurry of red and black flames which burst outwards covering a mere ten foot radius. The explosion set within Alexander's body also engulfing the same exact radius.

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Aaron, for a brief while was given the right to bear the smug grin that was playing upon his features. He was rightfully excited, for the first time since his brawl with the Demon Slayer had begun he had finally landed what seemed to be a solid hit. He was however soon proven slightly wrong when he was once more ripped off of the ground by Alexander. He struggled once more, as the other briefly held a vice-like grip upon his throat. He thrashed about, the red and black haze consuming his body in an attempt to force the other to break his hold. All the while, against Aaron's own will, his curse had begun to react to the others body by spreading the complex red and black markings over the Slayers hand and forearm. Seconds later Aaron, body now glowing red and black within a blaze of flames found himself being thrown across the clearing towards his own partner. He was still in pain from the near vice-like grip that had been clutching his throat moments ago, so giving a heads up to the other seemed out of the question.

Aaron gritted his teeth and tried to suppress the oncoming explosion. Such efforts would soon prove fruitless as his body and the markings upon Alexander's hand and forearm had already reached their optimum resonance. This resonance factor producing two explosions, the first engulfing Alexander's hand and forearm, while the second engulfed Aaron's entire body. Moments later he would either collide with Naziel, or collide with the trees beyond his supposed partner's current location.

Aaron was unable to see that Naziel his so-called partner had simply ignored his plight and went on to continue his battle. Aaron's current blind-side soon proved a worse handicap then he cold have ever expected. His back soon slamming against the solid metal of Naziel's adversaries spell. Aaron giving off a rather loud guttural scream as his back slammed against the steel. He hadn't hit it with enough force to break his bones, but he had been left severely winded. The damage only being furthered as his contact had spread the complex markings upon the steel.

Aaron's body had begun to burn red and black as staggered forth. He had taken so much damage that his vision was beginning to blur, his surrounding distorted while his breathing became more ragged. The young monster soon being engulfed by the very red and black blaze he prided himself on. These flames would quickly resonate with the marking's he had left behind on Indar's steel augmentation. The blaze that erupted from Indar's altered arm erupting only to be severely dulled by the elemental backing. Meanwhile Aaron had received the full brunt of the explosive side-effect.

Aaron, even before the smoke had begun to clear had fallen to the ground. He was covered from head to toe in injuries. This explosion having rendered him near passing out. He had barely even managed to roll over onto his back. He stared up at Alexander and listened to the words of the other. He normally didn't take any interest in the words of human's, but then again, most human's couldn't kick his ass like this. Even when Aaron had been the one holding the offensive stance, he had done himself more harm than good. Alexander's words seeming to ignite something within Aaron. The seemingly fallen Monster forcibly pulling himself to his feet. He staggered after Alexander, his body quickly going limp as he fell forward. He hit the ground with a rather loud thud. He glared at the retreating back of Alexander and yelled at the top of his lungs, “I'm gonna find you, and when I do I'm gonna kick your god damn ass all over the place!!” Aaron was still pissed, he wasn't one to really understand how it felt to be beaten like this so his first reaction was rage. Moments after this angered declaration he finally sub-comed to the pain and passed out.