Strange Vulcan's Part One

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Aaron Kyros, the Monster of Sabertooth, a mage with relatively long, flame-like hair that reached down past his ears in the back, with his bangs resting sprawled out upon his forehead. Three tufts dead center curving to the left side of his head a thicker tuft of hair to the left just above his left eye with the rest of the left sides visible bangs framing a bit of the left side of his face their lowest point curving sharply pointing downwards at an angle towards his mouth. A much bulkier amount of hair forming the bangs upon the right side of his head effectively framing this side of his face. His red and orange eyes seeming to hold a certain fire. The youth being slightly tanned, yet in the sun-light almost appearing pale as if he had been deprived of actual sunlight for a good stretch of time. He was somewhat short in stature only being five foot eight and a half inches tall. His build, while appearing to be scrawny t first look holding surprising raw physical strength.

Today, he wore a rather out of place outfit given how warm out the weather actually was at present. A faded sanguine red hoodie, under which he wears a black t-shirt, A pair of loose black pants covering his legs his feet being adorned by a simple pair of red and black sneakers. Meanwhile, what cannot be seen of his hair is hidden by a orange-ish red snow cap. He crouched down not far from the entrance of the Spooky Forest with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie, each in their respective pocket. His forearms rest upon his mid-thigh's as he seemed to be sniffing at air.

“I can smell that prick and those stupid Vulcan's. Those damn Monkey's have such a horrid stench.” He muttered with slightly annoyance just before he began to sneeze. “Come on Naziel, I ain't got all day.” Aaron muttered as he left his body fall downwards, his back now rest upon the trunk of a well-grown tree which cast a surprising amount of shade down upon the figure. He could tell he was being watched, but the nearest scents weren't human, no, they were without a doubt those of the Vulcan's that inhabited the Spooky Forest. It was a hard stench to forget after once of the bastards beats ya half-way out of consciousness.

Aaron also hadn't forgotten the odd stench he has smelled in the Spooky Forest last time he had been here. It felt familiar to him, like he might have known it prior to his very short stint as a mage of Fairy Tail. . . Aaron grumbled some as he finally decided to head in ahead of Naziel and just let the other catch up to him. He wanted to get this show on the road.

Soon enough he came upon what he remembered to be a Young Vulcan and a Young Adult Vulcan. A grin upon his maw as he withdrew his hands from his pockets his hands releasing an abnormal red and black haze. His eyes sharpening in their gaze as he locked in upon the younger of the two Vulcan's. He knew the older of the two would come to try and protect the the younger. He was hoping for it. The youth charging the younger of the two beast's the youngest Vulcan responding in kind with a similar charge imitating the young's action. Aaron would skid to a stop just out of the young Vulcan's immediate range and leapt forward his right foot crushing the ground as he propelled himself forward. Aaron grinned his head slammed into the cranium of the young Vulcan. The beast backing away as it roared out in pain stumbling in haze of disorientation backwards.

Aaron cracked his knuckles once more, jumping back three feet he would shift to his left the haze now flowing off of his right leg. "Let's see. What should I do with you now?" Aaron asked the young Vulcan as it fell backwards onto the ground where stayed out of fear of the impending assault. The aura around Aaron shifting from calm and relaxed, not a care in the world to being much more sinister. "Could this be my true nature?" He pondered as he stared down at the Vulcan, a sinister grin and wicked gaze cast down upon the beast. "I guess I'll experiment a bit. Let's see what happens when I do this!?" Aaron exclaimed as a lingering sense of his true murderous nature was shown upon his features. He had a blood-thirsty gleam in his eye's. The explosion wielding Monster grinning as he slammed his right foot square down upon the gut of the young Vulcan, the beast howling in pain. Walking towards the Vulcan's face he would cackle the haze swelling up as it cloaked his right leg.

"Time to die." Aaron said with a distant un-involved look upon his visage as if he were an outsider to the incident looking inward from the outside. The youth would draw back his right leg before launching it forward. As this motion was presented the haze flickered and burst into it's true form, that of a pyro-explosive blaze of strange unholy red and black flames. The second the males foot contacted with the Vulcan's cranium the flames burst forth and shrouded over the Vulcan's entire body. The flames living briefly as they seemed to linger upon the now thrashing and howling Vulcan. The beast's fur being burned away at which point Aaron's attention has already rest upon the young adult vulcan. It was enraged as it lurched forward hurling both of it's upper limbs forward at the slayer of its kin. It would be at the instant Aaron brought up his arms to guard himself from the assault that the flames upon the younger vulcan would finally bring about an explosion. The vulcan boosting the sheer force of the explosion. Aaron had taken two hits from the vulcan just as the explosion came forth. The blast expanding from it's usual range of five feet to it's true eight feet blowing both Aaron and the young adult vulcan a good five feet away.

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Aaron glared watching with slight annoyance as Naziel took down the Vulcan he had wanted to fight. He could tell they would be getting into another fight soon enough. He gave a rather beastly roar-like growl towards Naziel. He was in no mood to get into it with the male. He simply had business with these Vulcan's that was more pressing than his beef with Naziel. He would crush the Lightning Mage sooner or later.

The youth gritting his teeth as he continued onward into the forest, as they traveled deeper into the forest he would become aware of two scents. They stank of human, not unlike Naziel. Though, he could tell their general location's from tracking their scent. That was when it happened, a massive stampede of Vulcan. The stampede from differing scents leaving Aaron to believe there must be at least four young vulcan's, five low-level adult vulcan's, and three high-level adult vulcan's. “Oi, oi, you're joking, right? That look kinda serious.” Aaron said in slight bewilderment, he knew he had pissed off the Vulcan's in this area last time he was here, but to this extent, even he had his doubts. “Oi, Lightning Bastard, got some kinda plan?” He muttered in a tone of pure annoyance at Naziel.

Soon it didn't matter if a plan had been figured out of not, the Vulcan's were now too close to prepare much. However, Aron, from the second he had notice the two additional human scent's had been gathering magic power up within his arms. The gathered mana causing his arms to release a strange black and red haze as his hidden forearms gained a strange red and black pattern, his hands turning black. The haze seeming to flow around his body as he kept heading in the direction of the Vulcan stampede. “Hope this works.” He said as the haze flickered to life and set ablaze the youth's frame now cloaked in red and black flames which then converged upon his forearms and hands.

Aaron grinning as reached the stampede he dashed towards the first young vulcan he spotted. He grabbed the beast by its throat. His hands seeming to change once more as the flames enveloping them crept upon the Vulcan. “Sorry. But they are pissin' me off.” He said his arms swelled up becoming much more pronounced in their muscular structure. His hoodie being ripped to shreds alongside his shirt. The exception being his torso. His leg's also growing in length and musculature. His arms still holding the red and black pattern while his now clawed hands were black. His arms and legs covered in thick golden fur. The youth's snow cap had also been ripped to shreds as his horns grew in size now reaching an exact six inches. The pattern around his right forearm now glowing red and black. He would throw the flamign Vulcan into the middle of the stampede. A few seconds later the flaming beast would quite literally explode. The recoil from the explosion sending a shockwave through the air that damaged everything within a ten foot distance from the explosion's epicenter.

The Monster grinning as he ducked down under one of the high-level adult Vulcan's. The instant he passed it he propelled himself upwards. His now rather strange-looking frame twisting in the air in a rather animalistic manner. He would land on all four's against the tree glaring towards the Shadows as he sniffed the air. “Someone's being a bit too optimistic. . .” He said as he turned his attention towards still fleeing stampede of Vulcan's. “Tch. The job comes first.” He grumbled before propelling himself towards the shadows. He had directed his body as close to the nearest human scent that wasn't his partner's. He made sure to land just outside of the shadow's in the light. He simply wanted to see how they would react to such a sudden encounter. He would not stay to fight them. That could wait till later for now he would carry onward lunging from tree branch to branch in a foured manner much like an animal of sorts. He soon caught up to the Vulcan's and used his gathered momentum to hurl himself high up into the sky.

Aaron soared downwards, his body producing a large amount of the red and black haze. He would soon fall into the horde of Vulcan's. Swinging around he ducked under a arm swung by one of the young vulcan's. The males given form of retaliation being to give the beast an explosive knee to the gut, the explosion engulfing an eight foot land mass blowing two of the other young vulcan's backwards as well. He would deal with in a minute. At present, he found himself with now enough time on his hands he ended up just barely guarding himself from an assault launched by an enraged low-level Vulcan. The beast roared at him angrily as it brought both of its arms above its head only to propel them downwards upon the youth. The male managing to bring his arms upwards in time to defend himself. This action alone leaving his immobile as he clashed with the Vulcan. The beast seeming to hold the upper hand as it forced the male downwards his feet digging into the ground.

Eventually Aaron managed to escape, but not without receiving damage for his effort. The youth now gathering up his abnormal red and black haze around his right leg. He would dash forward, ducking down under the low-level adult vulcan's next strike he simply allowed his body to react. His body flowing to the side continuing onward as the beast;s fist continued on its forward thrust trek. Aaron using this allowed blind spot to slip behind the Vulcan. His body lifting a good five feet off the ground as he jumped up, his right leg already curved back. He would swing the now blazing appendage forward slamming the lower half of his leg and top of his foot into the back of the vulcan's head. The resulting explosion engulfing the same expanse of land as it ripped at the vulcan leaving it momentarily immobilized. He would not stop here as his right still cloaked in the red and black flames swung straight towards the sky. He bring the appendage downwards at such speed his forged an arc of flames as his foot came down upon back of the Vulcan's head the resulting in explosion sending debris flying upwards hitting Aaron leaving soon minor nicks and cuts upon his face and arms.

He would now turn his attention back upon the three young vulcan whom he'd assaulted earlier before the interruption. "Oh well. Guess I can at least handle the small fry for him." Aaron said with apparent boredom as he rushed forth. By now, all the Vulcan's except these three had fled onward towards where Naziel probably was by now. Aaron watched as the first of the three young vulcan circled around him, sizing up its prey. The second of the three young vulcan was approaching him frontal with a reckless dash, while the third of the three did the same dash but from behind him.

Aaron in response to this would simply gather the red and black haze around his right arm and left leg. He would smirk as the two Vulcan's neared him. He waited till for the right instant to duck down, rolling out from between them. He watched from the corner of his eye as the two primates slammed head first into each other. His body sliding across the guy pushing up smoke which shrouded his surroundings allowing him some cover, albeit only temporary. He wasted no time, only using the cover to hide himself momentarily.

Aaron sprung forth, landing with his right leg forward he would slide upon the base of his foot. This action building momentum up as he dropped down his left foot, the flames surrounding it causing ripple-like explosion of a very small scale to assault the gaia blowing it up. All the while he drew closer to the circling vulcan. The youth ducking down avoid an angered right arm to the face. "Danger, Danger!" He called out mockingly as he scooped his left leg forward. The moment the flame-clad appendage of the youth hit the Vulcan's legs they were set ablaze only to explode moments later sending Aaron rolling backwards into a tree.

Aaron grumbled some as he climbed back to his feet just in time be caught on both sides by the two charging Vulcan's headed fouled up earlier. He ended up just barely managing to defend. The right fist of the Vulcan to his left slamming into his left forearms as flames swelled up around hit. A similar reaction being brought on his right side. "Persistent bunch ain't ya?" He grumbled to himself as he swung his arms outwards the Vulcan being sent back a good three feet as the flames from his arms wrapped around their beings. He would quickly dash forth to his left kicking the flaming vulcan in the gut with a flame-clad kick that triggered an explosion that left the vulcan falling utterly subdued. Aaron then waited as the Vulcan which had been to his right, now standing behind him prepared it's assault. The beast hurling its fists downwards upon the smaller frame of the youth. The male grinning as his body shifted, evading the strike as he swung his body in a 360 degree motion. The youth's body would lift off of the ground. His right leg bursting into flames as he slammed his leg into the side of the vulcan's head sending it flying backwards head-first into a tree. The vast explosion's having all ripped up a large amount of dust from the soft gaia padding their feet.

In the epicenter with relatively few injuries from the recoil of the explosion's was Aaron. Around him lay four Vulcan's, three young vulcan's and one low-level adult vulcan. Aaron grumbled some as he watched the Vulcan's manage to escape the oncoming blaze only to now be caught up in it himself. “Damn it. I didn't get enough of them.” He grumbled angrily as he sat down and watched the flames finish trapping him. “Wonder what I should do about that?” He asked himself before falling backwards. The youth's eyelid's had fallen shut, his hands stuffed into his pockets as his arms and legs returned to normal. His pants ripped to shreds near the knee, his shoes long gone and his hoodie, now turned into a sleeveless. The boy clearly knew that dangerous element's were at work here, so why was he so calm? He was actually sleeping carelessly in the middle of this utterly troublesome situation.

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Aaron sat in the tree, his features having changed some. His entire body was covered in the red and black haze, it was even being produced from his gullet. He stared downward, watching with the skilled gaze of any Monster hunting truly fearsome prey. He seemed confused when the unnamed male hulstered his guns and summoned forth an orb of flames. He got a sickening feeling in his gut just from looking at the flames. ”He's dangerous. I got be careful with him.” Aaron said as he watched the mage hurl the sphere of flames up into the tree. Aaron just barely managed to avoid a direct burn. His arms swinging upwards to guard his face from the following explosion. A small amount of the flames having ensnared his arms. The youth howling out in agony as his body was blwon backwards by the explosion. The explosion carried him right into a nearby tree. His frame hitting the ground soon after with a loud thud.

”Damn it! That hurt ya fucker!!” Aaron snapped angrily at the mage. The youth stood there his signs showing clear signs of receiving heavy burns upon his forearms. ”Those flames could really kill me if I'm not careful.” Aaron knew not how close he had really just cut it, flames that can slay a Demon. To Aaron they were a horrible match, his Magic making him a Hell-type Monster and by technicallity the same as a Demon. He pondered not, nor worried about this for even a few seconds. Aaron was once more on the move. He took off running towards the mage. ”Hey, don't got targettin' my prey!” He snapped angrily as he lunged towards the mage his arms and legs releasing the red and black smoke in rather large quantities.

Aaron grinned his body was engulfed by the haze which to the Demon Slayer would probably be mistaken for being demonic in origin due to the rather sinister aura it let off. Aaron slid to a stop a few feet before the Slayer, right right leg sliding across the ground ripping it up as the appendage went, his leg soon being hurled upwards diagnoally towards the left frontal lobe of the mage. He planned on try to score a quick hit to pay the mage back for burning his arms. Such arms seeming to be gushing blood from their burns. His arms still alaze from the Demon Slaying flames, these flames seeming to be  locked in a struggle against the males own pyro-explosive flames. ”We don't have time to be messin' with ya, got it?” He proclaimed with clear annoyance as his leg either made contact with the mage or swung past him. If the assault connected an explosion encompassing an eight foot blast radius would rip through the forest. If the kick was dodged the flames would be flung from his leg in an arc-like manner only to set ablaze a nearby tree.

Aaron regardless of the immediate result of his assault would slide back. He seemed like his motions, while still clearly inhuman seemed to be slowing gradually. He was panting heavily, his body covered from head to toe in a varying array of wounds. He knew he wouldn't last much longer at the rate. To make his situation worse, the longer he stayed in contact with the strange flames of the other the weaker his body seemed to get. He could tell he was just lucky his own flames could keep those of the other from engulfing him and taking him out right away.

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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.