"Come on!"
"Fight hard!"
Aron's command dropped like thunder.
In an instant, demonic wings spread from his back, and he charged toward the demons like a projectile.
Like a tiger leaping into a herd.
The first wave of demons that approached him was torn apart in a fraction of a second.
His claws ripped through them with ease, blood and pieces of flesh falling from the air like red rain.
"If I can't be human..."
"Then at least let me earn an honorary demon title."
As he spoke, he continued to crush through the demon ranks.
His power in Demon Form was now more than doubled.
He was fast, strong, and unstoppable.
In the air, he grabbed a flying demon by the wings and tore it in half.
Another demon, with goat horns, he slammed into the ground and pierced its heart mercilessly.
This fight wasn't sophisticated.
It was brutal, primitive.
One strike, one kill.
Severed limbs fell from the sky like a butcher's market.
Flying demons fared even worse.
Aron descended with force from the air, grabbing them by the wings and smashing them down as if breaking toys.
A total massacre.
---
"..."
"Did this guy just walk past me?"
Not far away, Captain America and the other Avengers stood speechless.
Black Widow was in shock.
She had seen Aron walk past her, smile, wave at the demons, and then begin the bloodiest slaughter she had ever witnessed.
Even for demons, this was excessively cruel.
---
"If I heard right..."
"They called him Mordo?"
Tony Stark was frozen, watching the bloody chaos Aron caused.
"Is this the same Mordo who uses demonic powers?"
Those demons the Avengers barely managed to slow down—
Aron tore them apart like paper.
---
S.H.I.E.L.D. — Helicarrier
Nick Fury rolled his eyes as he held the communicator.
The situation had spiraled out of control.
First Daniel Drumm and his magical tricks...
Now Mordo or whoever this guy was, who looked more like a demon than all the demons combined.
Fury turned his gaze to Agent Hill.
"What do you think, should we drop a nuke?"
Agent Hill looked at him.
Then looked at the chaos on the monitor.
Silence.
Exhaustion.
Resignation.
---
The battle lasted only a few minutes.
As more demons vanished, the rest began to retreat.
Those who survived finally decided it was smarter to live than to seek revenge.
Because how do you fight a monster that literally rips you to pieces?
Even if they were deceived.
Even if they were betrayed.
At least they were still alive.
At this point, the situation was no longer about revenge.
Now it was a question of who would survive Mordo's hand.
"You blame us?!"
"You gave him almost 90% of the power, and now you complain about the consequences!?"
"Didn't we all want his soul?"
"Soul? What are we even talking about? Were we tricked again?"
"Is this guy really a holy soul? Because I don't feel a shred of holiness in him!"
The demons fell into internal conflict, divided, confused, and bitter.
Their suspicion now turned toward the very foundation of the pact with Mordo.
A land full of remains, severed limbs, and spilled blood was certainly not the image a "holy soul" would create.
---
High in the air, Aron, still in his demonic form, hovered above them.
Arms spread wide, bloodied but calm.
"What's the matter? No one wants to fight anymore?"
Silence.
The demons glanced at each other, cautiously.
No one had the courage to go first.
As if waiting... for someone else to die first.
But all stood still.
Not one made a move.
"Since you've decided not to fight anymore..."
"Let's consider the old debts erased."
"If anyone still wants to work with me in the future, you're welcome."
"I promise: no lies."
"But don't spread nonsense and ruin my reputation."
As he spoke, blood and flesh still dripped down his body.
"So, who's in? Who's against?"
Nothing.
Not a word.
All were silent.
---
Aron's gaze swept across them, then focused on the only one still active on the battlefield: Belath.
---
Meanwhile…
Not far away, while relentlessly attacking Daniel Drumm, Belath carefully observed Mordo or Aron.
He found it amusing.
How an ordinary mortal, using demonic power, manipulated a group of demonic creatures that should've been unshakable.
Watching them give up the fight, Belath growled.
"A bunch of worthless pests!"
These demons were technically his subordinates.
But now, they all stood like dogs with their tails between their legs before a man.
If this scene spread to other hellish dimensions… it would be a complete disgrace.
"I won't waste time anymore."
"This Earth will be under my boot."
Belath gripped his saber and increased the pressure.
If he were to fall, falling to a human mage would be worse than everything these useless demons had done.
"You dare to stop me? You will find death!"
His next strike was merciless.
Daniel, exhausted, wounded, with almost no magical protection, nearly lost his head.
Only thanks to a quick transposition spell did he avoid a direct hit.
But his shoulders were torn apart.
---
"Hiss..."
The pain was intense.
Daniel no longer cared whether it was Mordo or not.
He only knew he was fighting something more than he could endure.
---
Below, the Avengers watched everything in silence.
Tony, Steve, Natasha, Banner... all were stunned by what Aron had done.
And just as Daniel turned toward them, with a look that screamed "HELP!", he realized:
No one was reacting.
All were still in shock from the demon massacre.
And Aron?
Floating above, bloodied, calm...
Below him, no one dared to breathe.
And Daniel knew, one more strike from Belath, and he was done.