Brutality and Blood filled the air.
Raziah kept unloading punches and kicks all over his body. She had him sitting with his head swaying like they were about to hit the ground.
His limbs felt numb, and every part of him was covered in blood. She’d gotten him exactly where she wanted, and now there was no end to what she was going to do to him.
She Froze an arm and ripped the whole thing out without a care before tossing it away. The magma flowing out of his body had stopped, and it seemed her cold was stronger now, and he was shivering under her presence.
The arm landed far away, Rolling on the icy floor that was once an ocean of Magma. Aragon didn’t even groan, nor cry in pain at his arm that had been disembodied.
"How does that feel?!" She yelled at his face, "How does it feel? Is it a bitter pain or an unbearable pain? That was how my mother felt when you dragged her around and ripped her limb off."
Again, she crushed one of his feet, and it cracked and broke. The sound of the breaking bone gave her strength to keep on with her consistent and relentless attacks on him. She wanted to make him suffer forever. She wanted the pain to never end for him. She wanted to crush his heart and make him beg.
"But no matter what I do to you. You’ll never have a grasp of what my mother went through in your hands that night. You’ll never understand what I went through watching what you were doing to her. You’ll never understand how it felt to see the carcass of the people you know and laugh with lying all over the floor!"
Raziah grabbed and squeezed his neck, pulling him up till his legs were hanging in the air. He looked unrecognizable from all the torture, and his eyes were barely open. Why did he even sit there and let them tear him apart like this?
"Evander said you wouldn’t die till I froze your heart. Once I freeze the core of your existence, everything will end," She continued to squeeze without remorse.
"But I’m not satisfied at all. This isn’t your very worst, and I want to see you absolutely defenseless and crying your eyes out for my mercy. The mercy of the thousands of people who you killed, the Mercy of Malcolm’s father, and my mother. I want to see you on your knees with your head touching the ground, begging and crying for years!"
Then, she slapped him hard across the face whipping his head to the side. He vomited blood, spluttering it as his head went.
"The Great King of Erandell. What would happen if I showed the whole world this helpless state of yours?! They’ll never see you the same way ever again, and every reputation you’ve built will be left in tatters. Aragon Odysseus, in captive of Raziah Zephyrus. I could just hand you over to your enemies, but there’s no greater enemy of yours out there than me!"
Still holding his neck, she slammed him into the hard cold floor several times with all her strength. But in as much as she kept trying to break his bones by doing that, the ice beneath them didn’t even crack in the tiniest bit.
That was just how strong it was.
"Take a good look at this," She pulled him by the hair, forcing his falling head to hang up straight so his red eyes could take a good stare at what was around him, "Isn’t this absolutely perfection? Take a good look at your so-called domain. You brought me here, why? Probably to stop me. You brought me to a place where my powers wouldn’t work because I was exhausted, and my cold was basically useless before the domain was my natural enemy. Bummer, right?" She made him look at her, and there on her face was a conniving and evil smile, "Now it’s my domain, Aragon. And you’re the one who’s trapped in here, with me. You’ll experience your torture here, and you will never see the light of the sun. Welcome to your Cold Doom!"
"Hazel...," He murmured through his bloody gum. Almost all his teeth were gone if not all.
"I’ve told you...," She pulled his hard even harder, and sent a revolting and earsplitting slap to his face, "Don’t ever call me that. I am not Hazel...I will not answer with the name you gave me. I am Raziah, get it?!"
"You can punish me all you want. I’ll take it, and I will prostrate and do whatever pleases your heart. But, do not lay a hand on anyone else!"
"And what position are you in right now to negotiate?! There’s no negotiation, Aragon. Everyone will perish, and I will do so with my own hands. If I can defeat you, the strongest, there’s nothing I cannot do!" And then, she sent his back slamming into the cold floor again.
This time, a tiny, almost invisible crack did form.
"I cannot let that happen, Hazel," He murmured, and she almost exploded with anger, "For the sake of everyone you’ve gotten attached to. For the sake of Eleazar, Caius, Acacia, Gwen, Bell, Uariel, Aragon...and Our son Cleo...I cannot let you hurt them and hate yourself for the rest of your life. I would never let you go through what I did, because that, is the worst feeling in the world. Losing the people you love,"
She stared at him like he was insane.
Suddenly, his body’s temperature skyrocketed and Magma began flowing out of him. It was so hot it began burning her hands, and she quickly had to back away from him. She watched as the Magma dried up all the blood on his skin, and every injury he had healed up in mere seconds.
His arm that had been ripped out burst out with a brand new arm and the other one she had tossed away sizzled and burnt into ashes on its own.
"Raziah," Aragon murmured, looking straight into her eyes, "I’m sure Evander must have told you about silver by now. Do you know what he is?"
Raziah looked down at her legs, shocked to see them trembling under Aragon’s building aura and power. What on earth...
Then, Aragon began transforming.
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