The world around Aron melted. Colors bled into shadow. Shapes twisted into jagged silhouettes. Gravity no longer obeyed the laws. Light came from nowhere and everywhere, flickering like a candle in a storm.
Chthon's disembodied voice echoed through the void.
"This is your soul, mortal. Naked. Unshielded. The cracks between your thoughts lay bare."
The darkness warped into images... memories twisted into horrors. Illusions of blood. Betrayal. Corpses of friends. Burning world. Lovers fading into ash. Endless screams. Enemies rising, always more, always endless.
But Aron?
He stood still.
Calm. Untouched.
The shadows reached for his mind like claws, but nothing happened.
Chthon's whisper lost some of its malice. "You hide it well. But no one… no one walks this path without fear."
He snapped his fingers in the void.
A new image surged forth.
Jubilee. Dead.
Bloodied, eyes vacant, her smile broken.
Kitty. Screaming.
Her body was torn by chaos as she reached for him.
Natasha.
Collapsed under a ruined sky, surrounded by fire.
Still, Aron didn't move or flinch. He let the illusions wrap around him. He looked into each of them. Then blinked once and exhaled slowly.
"You done?"
The world shuddered.
Chthon's voice twisted, now uncertain. "You cannot be without fear. No creature is. That is not balance. That is denial."
Aron tilted his head, "Denial? No. This is reality. What's there to fear when I have Phoenix and Death by my side? Why should I fear when I have the power of creation and control over life and death?"
He raised a single hand, flexing his fingers slightly.
"It's you who should fear... me."
The nightmare around him fractured.
The twisted images snapped like glass under his presence. The illusions faltered. Reality began to fight back.
Aron took a step forward.
The floor reformed beneath him with every movement.
He wasn't reacting to the nightmare. He was replacing it.
"No fear of death?"
Chthon's voice cracked.
"No fear of loss?"
"No."
Aron stepped again. Each stride erased a memory-phantom. The bloody version of Jubilee evaporated. Kitty's scream fell silent. Natasha's body lifted into light, disintegrating into peace.
Aron stood tall.
"Because I've already experienced death," he said simply. "I've stood between life and the end."
Aron closed his eyes and stopped the Phoenix Force, replacing it with pure Death Aura to its full potential. A burst of black mist swept over the nightmare realm.
Everything went still.
Even the void around him.
Chthon's voice cracked like dry leaves. "What... is this?"
Aron opened his eyes... This time, his eyes looked hollow and cold. It was as if he wasn't even alive yet, walking the realm of the living.
"This," he said, "is the end of all things."
The darkness recoiled.
Chthon tried to use his power, but they withered before they reached Aron. His magic faltered.
"No," Chthon whispered. "You carry her scent…"
Aron kept walking. Each step brought the aura closer. The void began to rot. The shadows died. Even thoughts in the air seemed to fade.
"Yeah. She's my woman," He said as a burst of black energy erupted from his step, shattering the nightmare realm and pulling them back to the flickering realm.
The flickering realm steadied into shape. Broken stone. Burning sky. Wind that howled like voices. Aron stood at the center. Death swirled around him. A black mist rolled off his skin like breath in winter.
Chthon rose from the void like a storm. His body was not a body, but a shifting mass of eyes, teeth, and screaming faces. He was chaos in living form. The space around him cracked just by his presence.
"An absurd being like you should not exist," Chthon growled.
"And yet I do," Aron replied.
They faced each other. Two powers that were never meant to meet.
Chthon raised a hand. The sky tore open. Chaos poured out like a flood. Screeching winds, twisted beasts, time unraveling. A million realities trying to overwrite each other.
Aron lifted his palm. Death met the flood.
There was no sound, just silence.
The chaos screamed as it hit the wall of death. It rotted midair. The beasts withered. The winds fell still. Time froze.
Chthon roared. He hurled entire fragments of broken dimensions at Aron. Memories of the first scream, the last breath, all laced in madness.
Aron didn't dodge. He stepped forward.
The fragments hit him… and disappeared into nothingness.
He waved one hand. Everything Chthon threw turned to ash.
"You think death is peace?" Chthon shouted. "It's silence. Emptiness. Worthless."
"No," Aron said. "Death is truth. It has no lies. No tricks. It ends what should not be."
Chthon screamed. His form twisted. He became taller, splitting into a thousand versions of himself. Each one spat curses, hate, fury. Everything turned bloody red... More red than it was before.
Aron raised both hands. A circle of black light grew beneath his feet.
Then he pointed upward.
The sky broke.
A pillar of pure death energy shot down like a spear.
It struck the center of Chthon's chaos. The world shook. All the false Chthons screamed and burned away.
Only one remained.
Bleeding.
On his knees.
"You... can't kill me," Chthon hissed. "I am a concept. I am Immortal. I can not be undone."
"Nah! I can kill you. I could have killed you the moment you opened those portals back then. But I made a promise to my girl that I'll bring you to her," Aron said as he blinked before Chthon, wrapped a chain made of Death aura, and kicked him hard, sending him flying, only to pull the chain hard.
Chthon's body came flying toward him.
Aron grabbed his throat and looked into his chaos-filled eyes. His face didn't show anger. Just disappointment. "I expected more from you," he said quietly. "You were supposed to be chaos. Fear. A challenge."
He looked around the broken, flickering realm. The warped sky, the cracked ground, the screaming winds. All of it once felt endless. Now, it just felt tired. Old. Weak.
"Let's end this place."
Aron threw the Elder God to the ground, but the chain was still tied to his throat. He closed his eyes.
The Phoenix Force lit up inside him, gold fire pulsing under his skin. At the same time, the Death Aura wrapped around him, black mist coiling like smoke. Two forces, one of rebirth and one of endings. Together, they made him unstoppable.
He spread his arms.
The sky cracked. The stars blinked out. The ground turned to ash.
The entire realm began to shake as if it knew what was coming.
A wave of power exploded from him. Fire and darkness swept in all directions, erasing everything. No more wind. No more stone. No more echoes of pain or fear.
The flickering realm was gone in less than five seconds.
Only emptiness remained.
Aron floated in the void. He looked down at Chthon. The creature's body was broken. His power gone. His form was barely held together by scraps of thought.
"Pathetic fucker."
Aron extracted Chthon's soul with his Death Aura. Instantly, his physical form disappeared. Only a swirling red mass remained on Aron's hand.
"Time to go."
A black door opened behind him.
Aron stepped through the black door, Chthon's soul still writhing in his hand.
The moment he entered, Lady Death was there. She didn't speak. She didn't need to. Her cold lips met his in a kiss, soft and still, like silence made flesh. The black mist around her pulsed with power as she held his face for a second longer than needed. She missed his touch and love and so did Aron, which he showed through the kiss as he sucked on her lips and tongue.
Then she pulled back and looked at the soul in his hand.
Her eyes narrowed.
"Chthon," she said flatly.
Aron nodded. "Told you I'd bring him."
She smiled, slow and cruel. "Good."
Chthon's soul squirmed harder. It twisted, trying to escape. It made no sound, but its panic filled the air like a bad smell.
Lady Death reached out and touched it.
Screams erupted.
The red mass split open like an overripe fruit. Memories poured out. Not just his own, but the pain he'd caused, every life broken by his chaos. It looped around him like chains made of sorrow.
Aron stood back and watched.
Lady Death didn't rush. She peeled Chthon apart, thought by thought. Each fear he ever fed on was turned against him. Every scream he caused, he now heard with full weight. No echoes. Just raw, sharp pain.
He saw faces. Billions. Screaming, accusing, staring. He tried to pull away, but Lady Death held him still with one hand.
"You called yourself immortal," she said. "But immortality means nothing here. I told you, remember?"
His soul cracked.
"I'll erase the very concept of Chaos from this reality."
She pulled a memory from him. A moment when he first tasted power. When he first bent the world to his will. She broke it in her hand. It shattered like glass.
Chthon howled.
Aron crossed his arms. "Hurts, huh?"
Lady Death spoke without looking at him. "Do you want to finish it?"
Aron shook his head. "No. He's yours. I just wanted to watch him break."
She nodded.
Chthon was nothing now but a flickering spark in a storm of torment.
Lady Death opened her hand.
A black fire lit in her palm.
She dropped the soul into it.
Chthon burned.
She opened a portal and threw the burning soul into it. The portal closed with a flicker.
Lady Death then turned toward Aron and flicked her finger, shifting the space. Now, they stood in her room. She blinked before him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
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