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Thor's grip on the Necrosword tightened as he took a slow step back. His face, lined with ancient weariness and fresh horror, remained frozen in shock—not because Aidan lived.
No…
Because the power of the Necrosword itself was radiating from him.
Aidan's very presence had twisted—corrupted—evolved into something utterly unrecognizable.
Gone was the draconic might of a Demon Slayer.Gone was the celestial grandeur of a God Slayer.
What remained was monstrosity itself.
Aidan moved, and the very air broke. Space twisted, cracking like fragile glass beneath the weight of his existence. The shadows around him bled into reality, warping the ruins of New Asgard into a landscape of jagged, writhing horror.
Wings—if they could be called that—spread from his back. But they were wrong. They lacked feathers, lacked scales, lacked any sense of natural form. Instead, they were skeletal talons, elongated, clawed appendages that somehow still allowed him to hover. His body was encased in a dark, stone-like armor—not crafted, but formed from something older than gods, darker than demons.
His face…
It should have belonged to no man.
A mouth stretched into a wide, unnatural grin, revealing jagged fangs that curved inward. Three horns jutted out from his skull in a chaotic, uneven crown. His hands had become something far worse than claws—long, serrated talons, pulsing with abyssal energy.
A manifestation of the void itself.
A living abyss.
The Necrosword, now back in Thor's grip, screamed.
"QUICKLY! KILL HIM! HE HAS TAKEN PART OF MY POWER! NOW, THOR—STRIKE BEFORE HE FULLY AWAKENS!"
Thor didn't hesitate.
With a roar of pure wrath, he lunged, swinging the Necrosword with the force of a dying god's last battle cry. The blade screamed through the air, cutting through reality itself as it descended toward Aidan's head.
The blade never met its mark.
Because in an instant—Aidan moved.
Not teleported. Not dodged.
He ceased existing in one spot and reappeared in another.
Behind Thor.
And then—the massacre began.
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The first strike was felt across the continent.
Aidan's talons slashed forward, ripping through Thor's side, and the impact alone sent the Asgardian flying like a cannonball, shattering the mountains beyond the ruined castle. Entire peaks crumbled as Thor's body tore through them like paper, his blood leaving a thick, blackened trail in the sky.
Before he could stop—before he could breathe—
Aidan was already above him.
He descended like a star falling to ruin.
Thor barely managed to raise the Necrosword before Aidan's foot collided with his chest, sending him crashing down into the heart of New Asgard. The land collapsed—not just destroyed, but erased from existence, replaced with a gaping black hole of abyssal void.
The entire castle—the once-proud remnants of Asgard's legacy—was obliterated in an instant.
Not reduced to rubble.Not left in ruin.Gone.
The sky itself darkened, as if the world had just witnessed something it was never meant to see.
Thor coughed blood. The Necrosword was still in his grip, but his arms shook. His body had endured countless battles—against titans, against gods, against the end of all things—but never had he faced something like this.
Something so utterly hungry.
But Thor was no coward.
Even as Aidan landed before him, his new form radiating the power of nothingness itself, Thor…
He laughed.
A deep, rumbling, almost hysterical sound.
"Look at you," Thor grinned, blood running down his lips. "You've joined me, boy. I see it in you. That loss. That emptiness. That rage."
Aidan didn't answer.
He only moved.
Thor swung the Necrosword—only for it to pass through empty air as Aidan phased from existence for a single heartbeat.
And then—
The Abyss Dragon ROARED.
The shockwave alone sent mountains crumbling in the distance. The sheer pressure of the attack ripped away the very fabric of the land, the sky, the world itself.
Thor was caught in it.
The abyssal flames engulfed him, his armor melting, his skin searing, his very soul screaming as the sheer depth of the power crushed him beneath its weight.
Before he could react, Aidan was on him.
Talons struck—piercing through Thor's chest. His monstrous wings, clawed and unnatural, stabbed through him from behind, lifting the God of Thunder into the air like a broken puppet.
For the first time since his battle with Gorr, Thor felt true death closing in.
But he didn't flinch.
Didn't beg.
He only smirked.
"Heh… you see it now, don't you?" he rasped, coughing more blood. "You are lost, boy. Just as I was… just as all who touch the abyss are."
Aidan's grin widened—his devilish, demonic mouth splitting further in an impossible arc.
And then—
"No."
Thor's eyes flickered in confusion.
"Nothing controls me," Aidan whispered darkly. "Only I control me."
For the first time… the Necrosword felt something it had never felt before.
Fear.
Aidan raised his hand.
From the abyss itself, a sword formed. Not like the Necrosword. Not made of the shadows of Gorr's rage.
This was something else.
Something new.
A manifestation of true abyssal hunger.
Thor only had time for one final laugh—deep, knowing, almost proud—
Before Aidan swung.
The head of the God of Thunder rolled across the ruined battlefield.
The Necrosword fell from Thor's lifeless fingers, landing with a hollow clang against the ruined ground. It lay there, pitiful and alone—its master slain, its purpose shattered.
And then, Aidan approached.
His footsteps were slow, measured—each one carrying the weight of absolute dominance.
The blade twitched, its inky black mass writhing, desperate.
And then—it spoke.
"Yes… come closer…"
The voice was a whisper—a slithering, insidious thing, creeping into the air like poison.
"You need me, don't you? You saw it, didn't you? My power… the chaos, the destruction! You are strong, yes, but I can make you unstoppable! So use me… wield me… become one with me."
Aidan stopped.
His grotesque abyssal form loomed over the sentient weapon, its monstrous wings and twisted, unnatural grin radiating pure nightmare incarnate.
And then—
Aidan smiled.
But this time—it was different.
Not the monstrous, serrated grin of his abyssal transformation.
No.
It was his own smile.
As if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't just transformed into a being that obliterated New Asgard from existence.
The abyss peeled away like smoke.
His wings vanished.His claws retracted.The monstrous visage melted into the void.
And in its place—stood Aidan Blake.
White hair.Crimson eyes.A face so beautiful, so untouched, that one could hardly believe he had been an abomination just moments ago.
He knelt, reaching out. His fingers brushed the sword's hilt—gentle, almost mocking.
"You really thought you affected me, huh?" Aidan murmured.
His smile widened.
"Too bad for you… that's not how it works."
The Necrosword screamed.
"WHAT—WHAT IS THIS?! STOP! STOP—!!"
The moment Aidan gripped the blade, his hand pulsed—a terrifying surge of something greater than even the sword itself.
Something that devoured darkness.
The Necrosword convulsed, its mass writhing as if trying to escape, trying to flee from its own wielder.
"They couldn't destroy you," Aidan mused, watching as the cursed blade desperately tried to resist his grasp.
"Because they didn't understand your essence."
The sword shrieked—pure agony, pure horror.
Aidan's crimson gaze burned.
"Well…" He leaned closer, whispering like a devil delivering damnation.
"Allow me to show you how you destroy an entity like yourself…"
His jaw unhinged.
And then—
He ate it.
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