Saga of The Night God



Aston hobbled toward the mangled body of the hairless creature, its once sleek form now a canvas of torment. Deep wounds crisscrossed its flesh, creating a macabre tapestry of agony. The most grievous injury adorned the side of its neck—a gaping wound that exposed raw, pulsating tissue beneath. The creature's feeble movements betrayed its fading vitality, each labored gasp a testament to its dwindling breath.

As Aston drew closer, a twisted smile etched itself upon his face, an unsettling amalgamation of triumph and sadistic pleasure. His own body bore the scars of the violent clash, a testament to the brutal dance they had engaged in. Deep gashes marred his skin, serving as crimson reminders of the ferocity of their struggle. Blood, both his own and the creature's, painted his body in a grotesque tableau of violence.

Yet, despite the pain that pulsed through his battered frame, Aston relished in the sight before him. The creature's life force ebbed away, its struggle for survival reduced to feeble twitches. The once-flowing lava-like blood that had spilled from its wounds had now dried, forming dark, crystallized crusts that contrasted starkly against its pallid, hairless skin. It was a grotesque sight, a tableau of suffering and triumph, and Aston reveled in it with a perverse delight.

"With your last breath, perish, you wretched creature," Aston hissed through gritted teeth, his voice laced with venomous hatred. Gripping the dagger formed of shimmering ice in his trembling hand, he lunged towards the creature's core, now devoid of its once-fiery radiance, appearing dull and lifeless.

"Foul... wretched... abomination," Aston muttered under his breath, his voice filled with a mix of fury and disgust. As his ice dagger inched closer to the creature's core, poised to deliver the final blow, an unexpected twist of fate unraveled.

In a desperate act of defiance, the creature lunged forward, it's decaying form propelled by an unexpected surge of strength. With lightning speed, its razor-sharp teeth sank into Aston's flesh, tearing through the fragile barrier of skin. Aston winced in agony, a mixture of shock and pain coursing through his veins, as he attempted to wrench his body away from the creature's deadly grip.

But just as he struggled to free himself, a surge of determination ignited within Aston. Drawing upon his inner strength, he mustered one final burst of power. With a forceful exertion, Aston shattered the creature's core, the sound of its destruction reverberating through the air.

Aston's body convulsed with a mixture of pain and triumph as he broke free from the creature's clutches, blood dripping from his wounds. The lifeless body of the creature slumped to the ground, its grip on him finally relinquished. Aston's heart pounded with a mixture of relief and exhilaration, knowing that he had emerged victorious from the perilous encounter.

As a fleeting moment of relief washed over Aston, a sudden weakness engulfed his body. His leg betrayed him, collapsing beneath his weight, and he crumpled to the ground in a cascade of agony. Blood continued to seep from his wounds, staining the earth beneath him as pain coursed through his battered form.

Gritting his teeth, Aston mustered every ounce of determination within him, his voice strained with desperation. "Get up! You can't stay down!" he bellowed, his words laced with a mix of frustration and anguish. With trembling limbs, he attempted to push himself off the ground, but his body felt as if it had transformed into the heaviest burden in the world.

Every movement became a Herculean task, each muscle aching and protesting against his commands. Aston's face contorted with the effort, sweat mixing with blood as he strained against his own physical limitations. Despite his fervent attempts, his body remained unyielding, refusing to obey his will.

Exhausted and overcome with pain, Aston finally conceded to the harsh reality of his condition. He lay sprawled on the ground, his breath ragged and shallow, his body drained of energy. Frustration and despair welled up within him, mingling with the throbbing ache of his wounds.

Not able to get up, he Breathing heavily and surveyed the aftermath of the battle, his eyes lingering on the lifeless form before him. The once-formidable creature now lay defeated, its essence extinguished.

In that pivotal moment, a figure materialized from behind a nearby tree, shattering Aston's focus. Anger ignited within his eyes as he beheld the diminutive form of Erwin, a smug grin stretching across his face. Aston's fury surged through his veins, boiling over with unbridled rage.

"You filthy piece of garbage!" Aston spat venomously, his voice laced with contempt. "Because of you, lives were lost, and just look at what has become of me... Just wait until I return to the academy. I'll ensure you receive a punishment so severe that it will haunt you until your dying breath."

Erwin remained silent, his wicked grin stretching across his face as he sauntered towards Aston. He squatted down, bringing his face uncomfortably close to Aston's bloodied visage, his smile widening to an almost grotesque extent. Dark amusement danced in Erwin's eyes as he taunted his wounded acquaintance.

"Hey, my dear friend," Erwin sneered, his voice dripping with a twisted sense of camaraderie. "Did you forget the golden rule? You don't go swearing at people when you find yourself in need of their help, especially those you've bullied before. Tsk, tsk."

Erwin's amusement only grew, fueled by a sadistic pleasure. With a devilish glint in his eye, he picked up a twig from the ground, a seemingly innocent object transformed into a tool of torment. He pressed the sharp end against Aston's already throbbing wound, eliciting a sharp gasp of pain from him.

Aston winced in pain, his voice laced with a mix of agony and indignation. "What the hell do you think you're doing, you bastard?"

Erwin chuckled darkly, reveling in the power he held over Aston's suffering. He leaned in closer, his eyes glinting with a wicked delight that bordered on madness.

"Oh, my dear Aston," Erwin replied, his voice dripping with a twisted sense of amusement. "I'm just reminding you of the consequences of your actions. You see, karma has a way of coming back to bite you, and it seems to have quite the appetite today."

As Aston struggled against the searing pain coursing through his body, Erwin continued his sadistic taunting, relishing in the absurdity of the situation.

"You know, Aston," Erwin mused, his voice laced with mock sympathy, "they say laughter is the best medicine. But in your case, it seems like pain might be a more fitting prescription. Consider it a dose of dark humor, specially tailored for your amusement."

Erwin's sadistic grin widened as he applied more pressure to the twig, causing Aston to squirm in agony. The lines between torment and twisted amusement blurred, as if they were characters in some macabre comedy routine.

"Now, now, Aston," Erwin chided, his voice dripping with false concern. "It's important to maintain your sense of humor, even in the face of excruciating pain. After all, life's a joke, and we're all just playing our parts, aren't we?"

Aston's eyes filled with a mixture of anger and helplessness, his body trembling with each agonizing poke of the twig. The irony of his situation wasn't lost on him, and a bitter laugh escaped his lips, mingling with the searing pain.

Then, in a sudden shift of demeanor, Erwin's expression softened, and his eyes betrayed a glimmer of sympathy as he looked at Aston. Aston, taken aback by this unexpected change, regarded Erwin with a mixture of confusion and suspicion. He couldn't fathom why his tormentor would suddenly show pity.

"Who do you think you're looking at with pity?" Aston sneered, his voice laced with contempt. "You're nothing but a low-life."

Without warning, Erwin's frustration boiled over, and he swiftly delivered a resounding slap across Aston's face. Aston recoiled, his cheek stinging from the impact, while Erwin's face contorted with frustration.

"My friend," Erwin retorted, his tone exasperated. "Didn't I say that when you need help, you shouldn't curse at those who can assist you? I even gave you a chance by pretending to have sympathy for you."

Aston cursed under his breath, his anger simmering beneath the surface. He despised Erwin's twisted sense of humor and the mind games he played. But he knew better than to retaliate physically, understanding the power dynamics at play.

Erwin, seemingly oblivious to the anger brewing in Aston's eyes, continued with a sly smile. "Now, let's start over, shall we? I'm going to walk away, and when you see me approaching again, I want you to act like you need help. Pretend to be a politician, full of false promises when they need people's votes, okay?"

Aston was left dumbfounded by Erwin's strange instructions. He stared at Erwin's departing back, his mind clouded with confusion. Was this another twisted game? Or did Erwin have something else in mind? Aston couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that he was being manipulated once more.

As Erwin emerged once again from behind the tree, his approach filling Aston with a seething rage, Aston swiftly masked his true emotions, contorting his face into an expression of pain and desperation. He looked at Erwin, feigning vulnerability and remorse.

"Oh, who are you?" Aston's voice trembled, his words filled with a mixture of agony and desperation. "You're that boy... Kid, please, I need your help. I know I've done terrible things to you in the past, but I promise I've changed. I won't hurt anyone, especially not you. Please, I beg you, help me. I don't want to die. I'll give you anything you want—gold, powerful spells. Just please, save me."

Erwin's eyes danced with amusement as he observed Aston's theatrical display of false promises and despair. He saw through the charade, relishing in the opportunity to turn the tables on his tormentor.

Erwin chuckled, as he thought. 'He is a natural same like them a, blood-sucking parasites.' 

With a malicious grin stretching across his face, Erwin approached Aston and squatted down once more, relishing in the power he held over his adversary. Aston, catching sight of Erwin's actions, couldn't help but muster a faint smile of hope.

"Do you finally choose to help me now?" Aston asked, his voice carrying a tinge of desperate anticipation.

Erwin, savoring the moment, remained silent for a brief pause, allowing the tension to build. His smile grew wider, almost stretching beyond the limits of his face, 

"No, bitch," before he delivered his cruel response.