A Feast For The Eyes

"Hey? Vela? Come on, you're okay, right?" Viktor's mind grappled with the echoes of his own past, where the sight of someone severely injured left him feeling awkward and uncertain.

A potent blend of fear and confusion reverberated through Viktor's trembling hands and lips, mirrored by the pallor that washed over his face.

"Why you choke me like that? Oh, what should I do?" The question became a relentless refrain in his mind, a loop of uncertainty that played out in the seconds that followed.

Driven by an innate human instinct to aid another in distress, Viktor's body moved without conscious thought, a response fueled by the urgency to help his injured companion.

The sharp sounds lingered in the air, punctuating the tense atmosphere.

Unfortunately, Viktor's genuine attempt to address Vela's injuries did not unfold as he had hoped. In an unexpected turn, Vela rose abruptly, showing an unsettling disregard for the wound on her head.

With an almost supernatural agility, Vela swiftly closed the distance to Viktor. Her actions carried a lethal determination, and she struck him once again with an intensity that hinted at a darker force guiding her movements.

Vela's eyes, once filled with love, now appeared vacant, devoid of recognition.

It left Viktor deeply unsettled, as he grappled with the realization that something external was exerting a profound influence on her consciousness, pushing her actions into an unnerving detachment from reality.

Viktor, disoriented and startled by Vela's sudden aggressive turn, stumbled backward, his mind racing to comprehend the inexplicable change in her demeanor.

Vela continued her relentless advance, each movement calculated and devoid of the warmth that had once defined their intimate connection.

Desperation etched across his face, Viktor fumbled for words, attempting to reach the Vela he knew. "Vela, stop! It's me, Viktor. What's happening to you?" His pleas hung in the charged air, unanswered as Vela closed the gap, the intensity of her assault escalating.

In a final attempt to defend himself, Viktor summoned a surge of strength, pushing against the disconcerting reality unfolding before him.

He sought to restrain Vela, to break the grip of whatever unseen force had taken hold of her.

Yet, as their struggle intensified, Viktor couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that they had entered a realm where the boundaries between the tangible and the otherworldly blurred.

"Hei? Vela, you're really Vela, right? What happened to you—argh!" A sharp, stinging pain shot through Viktor's right hand as a long gash was etched across it.

The source of the injury became evident – Vela had managed to shatter Viktor's koi fish aquarium, the once serene aquatic environment now a chaotic battleground.

Lifeless koi, now fragmented, served as dual-edged weapons in her hands.

Simultaneously, Vela's own hands bore the marks of her assault, oozing a thick, unpleasant substance that added to the surreal horror of the scene.

"Hey! Stop! Vela, please, snap out of it! This isn't you!" Viktor's desperate plea resonated in the room, his words a futile attempt to penetrate the altered reality that enveloped them.

The clash of shattered glass and the unnerving scent of the peculiar substance filled the air, creating an atmosphere of chaotic disarray.

Vela, seemingly impervious to Viktor's pleas, continued her onslaught. Her movements were a strange blend of grace and aggression, a stark departure from the person Viktor had known.

The room bore witness to the clash of their struggles, shattered glass and remnants of the once tranquil aquarium strewn across the floor.

As Viktor dodged another calculated strike, he noticed a peculiar glow emanating from Vela's eyes. It was an otherworldly luminescence that intensified the sense that something beyond the realm of understanding had taken hold of her.

In a desperate bid to break the ominous cycle, Viktor retreated towards the door, his injured hand throbbing with each heartbeat.

"I don't want to hurt you, Vela. Whatever this is, we can figure it out together. Please, come back to me," he implored, his voice a mixture of fear and determination.

Yet, as Viktor reached for the doorknob, he found it strangely unyielding, as if the room itself resisted his escape.

Vela, undeterred, advanced with a relentless determination that defied the laws of the ordinary.

The battle between the familiar and the inexplicable continued, leaving Viktor trapped in a surreal nightmare with the woman he once knew, now a stranger driven by forces beyond comprehension.

As the intense clash unfolded, drawing nearer to its zenith but not quite reaching it, Sergoth, perched regally in his commanding seat, couldn't help but burst into uproarious laughter.

His eyes, gleaming with an unsettling satisfaction, absorbed every nuance of the chaotic and almost surreal combat below.

Meanwhile, the red wine he indulged in, extracted from the unfortunate victims, seemed to share in the perverse joy.

"Damn it! I can't hold back; this is too comical, too exhilarating, a feast for the eyes!" Sergoth's voice rang with a twisted sense of happiness, the dark amusement evident in every word.