Invictus

Aaron lifted his left hand into the air slowly, watching as the Hero began looking at him with eyes or anger. In his eyes, this monster was just here to cause destruction and to spread lies. It was a being of evil, after all. "You failed to realise earlier on that your spell didn't work the way you had hoped. Crystet was hit by your 'Diragi', and all he did was grunt in response. It's a weak spell, Hero, or would you rather be called by a different pronunciation? After all, I could just call you 'Yuusha', as that means 'Hero' in a language that I used to know. It also can be used to mock you since you obviously don't trust my words." Aaron taunted the 'Hero' with a smile upon his face. Having a Hero watch his summoning was quite unique, considering that they ran away.

"Monsters like you do not even deserve to hear of my name, much less speak of it! You are in opposition of the church, and for that, you must be killed!" The Hero yelled as Aaron began manically laughing while floating in the air. "I'm a religious man, Yuusha! I am not against the church, but for the Hero to be influenced by such a source is what drives you to be a hero, right? You are just a sheep or a powerful pawn to the church. The second you lose your usefulness, the church is going to abandon you like a forgotten toy." Aaron yelled in return, a cyan ball of energy slowly forming above his head for dramatic effect.

"How will it feel, being abandoned by those you called friends? The ones who give you strength? Wrong! True strength comes from yourself, and when the time is right, you should work with other people! However, you are relying on the church for guidance! What will happen when the church falls apart?" Aaron screamed, his hand flinging downwards. He wasn't angry at him. He was just trying to make a dramatic point. The ball of energy followed along with his finger, sending the ball directly down onto the Hero.

He tried to block against the pure mana, but it was dense enough to overpower his natural strength, so instead of trying to stop it, he focused on deflecting it. He unsheathed his blade, that being described as a broadsword, and he pushed the flat side of the blade against the cyan ball of energy, trying to get as much contact with it as possible so he could deflect it. The cyan ball began moving forwards, and it looked like it was about to fly towards Aaron.

Aaron snapped his fingers, watching as the ball of pure mana exploded right in "Yuusha's" face, letting Aaron smile more. The Hero flew backwards, landing on the ground in a heap, a scowl on his face. "You really think you can win, don't you, Hero?" Aaron mocked him, some of his old personality shining through. He was enjoying this. "You have never heard of the quote from the poem 'Invictus', have you? The quote went like this,"

"I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul." Aaron quoted, smiling. "You've probably never heard of it before, right? It means that I control my own fate, and I control where I go. However, not everyone can choose their own fate, as others' fates override their own. Another part of the poem says, 'In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance, my head is bloody but unbowed'. You could hit me for hours upon hours, yet I'd never give up. This is what has led me here, along with factors of high coincidence and chance, but I can control my own soul, and I can choose what happens to me." Aaron went on as the Hero stood up on both legs once more. "Quiet, Monster! You speak nothing but gibberish! Your words have no tangibility and no meaning in the eyes of God!" The Hero yelled, and all Aaron could do was slowly laugh before it became louder, slowly sounding like the one he had while he was in a corrupted state. He wasn't that far gone yet, though.

"Oh, you really are blinded, aren't you? You blindly trust the church too much, and I've tried to give you a path to get yourself out, but fine. You wanted to disregard the words of a God? Fine. There's not just ONE God. There's multiple, and I'm one of them!" Aaron yelled, floating up into the air, a look of insanity upon his face. Crystet looked up at his face, and one thought went through his face. 'Oh, we're not going through this shit again!' He yelled in his mind. Crystet jumped up into the air, flapping his wings to make himself fly. Aaron was preparing a devastating attack, all on the tip of his finger. A small pink ball of light. "This beam shall be the end of you, Yuusha! How do you feel, seeing such a small attack, waiting for it to be the last one you see?" Aaron yelled out, anger filling his head. He didn't know why, but the thought of failing to convince him brought him fear. And anger. His atychiphobia had begun to show itself. Fear of failure. He couldn't handle failure like a regular person. He needed to succeed to feel at peace with himself. A failure resulted in stuff like this happening.

Just as Aaron was about to shoot the beam forward, his arm was rotated, forcing his body to turn 180 degrees to face Crystet. The beam fired at him, piercing a small hole through Crystet's left shoulder, leaving no bone nor flesh where he had struck. "I'm not letting you kill someone again, Aaron. We can't have a repeat of time. History may repeat itself, but we can at least delay it, right?"