The guards' once self-assured and rebellious demeanor suddenly gave way to deadly seriousness.
Their gaze jumped between the dead bodies in front of them and the mysterious man who had just proclaimed himself to be Satan.
"Okay, you got yourself some attention, Satan..."
"Yeah, why are you here?"
A murmur spread through the remaining guards as they mustered the courage to voice their questions and concerns.
How stupid can they be? Are all the seafolk race is that dumb," Aizel thought.
[Master, let's just beat their asses and head inside]
Yeah, you are right. No point in wasting time here."
Aizel's walk became slow and deliberate as he focused on the imposing mansion ahead.
[I am feeling goosebumps, Master. This will be the first time you will go all out. Let's show them true hell]
Yeah, let's go nuts,"
"We are warning you; we will kill you if..."
A group of guards were standing on watch when, out of nowhere, slithering tendrils of water emerged next to them and wrapped themselves icily around their ankles.
Tendrils effortlessly hoisted the helpless guards into the air, where they hung helplessly. In a gruesome display of might, jagged ice spikes formed in the air and pierced their targets with pinpoint accuracy. The guards were impaled by the spikes one by one, sending them reeling in pain and fear.
"KILL THIS BASTARD..."
"YEAH..."
A swarm of guards charged out of the mansion, all of them staring intently at Aizel before them.
However, before they could reach their target, a powerful gust of wind whipped through the air, lifting them off their feet and sending them soaring through the sky like wayward leaves.
Their attempts to advance were futile against the unseen force that manipulated the very air around them.
Aizel's hands began to move with seasoned accuracy as the guards fought to regain their calm. Lightning bolts crackled and sizzled from his fingertips, lighting up the night with each movement.
The arcing path of the electric tendrils ensured that they would strike their target with lethal precision.
The guards, suspended helplessly in the air, became mere puppets for the whims of the tempestuous storm. The lightning coursed through their bodies, consuming them in a flurry of sparks and smoke.
"H-How is it possible..."
"This monster has so many cores..."
"IMPOSSIBLE AHHHHHH....."
As the seafolk guards fell one by one to Aizel's powerful attack, the Grade I mages, who had been observing from a distance, felt an urgent need to act.
The trembling in their bodies betrayed the terror coursing through their veins, but their commitment to defend their home and their people kept them going.
The Grade I mages advanced as one, their stride shaky but determined, to face off against the lone figure who appeared capable of unimaginable destruction.
They were well aware they did not have Aizel's personal strength, but they felt that their numbers gave them some chance against impossible odds.
"COME..." Aizel said.
Aizel quickly called forth his crackling black katana, Sekki. The iron chains came out, and they sliced cleanly through the Grade I mages.
Their heads were swiftly severed from their bodies, leaving a chilling silence in the aftermath.
The remaining mages gazed in terror; their hearts filled with fear as they realized the immense power they faced.
"If you stand like this in fear, then you will die without even knowing," Aizel commented.
The mages stood frozen, unable to react as their heads exploded one by one, a gruesome display of blood and gore splattering across the surroundings.
"Told ya,"
"WHO THE FUCK IS MAKING SO MUCH NOISE?"
Stepping out of the mansion were towering seafolk beings, easily reaching a height of 12 feet.
Aizel's sharp eyes determined that they were Grade II, formidable in their own right.
A group of perhaps six or seven of these seafolk members strode forward, carrying themselves with an air of arrogance and authority and showing alarming contempt for the dying guards and their own race.
Their eyes locked on Aizel, a mix of amusement and curiosity evident in their piercing gazes.
"Who the fuck is this guy..."
"Why is he dressed so weirdly?"
"I will truly never understand humans and their clothing..."
[Look at those noobs Master, fufu]
"Hehe, let's have some fun with them.
"OYE FISHES, I AM RIGHT HERE, COME!"
"Did he just call us fish?"
"YOU ARE FUCKING DEAD..."
As one of the Grade II seafolk members lunged at Aizel, a flurry of punches was unleashed towards him.
Aizel was able to deftly avoid the oncoming blows because of his quick reflexes.
However, a sudden and powerful kick aimed at his stomach caught him off guard, causing blood to spew from his mouth as the impact sent him reeling.
The seafolk mage took advantage of the situation by grabbing a handful of Aizel's hair and repeatedly slamming him down to the hard ground.
"Can't even handle a small fry," He stood up and turned around to look towards his fellow mage.
But they were all staring at him in shock, while some of them were looking behind him.
In a slow, deliberate motion, the seafolk mage turned his head to stare at the corpse of a fallen seafolk guard.
His jaw dropped as he stared in disbelief at Aizel, who was standing a safe distance away with his arms at his sides and without a scratch on his body.
"Y-You but how..."
"Just tell me one thing," Aizel suddenly said. "What shit are you smoking, bro?"
"Huh,"
Aizel appeared out of thin air behind the seafolk mage and thrust his Dragonfang dagger deep into the back of the mage.
The magical dagger served its evil objective by draining the mage's life energy.
The seafolk mage collapsed to his knees, weakened and powerless. Aizel drew near, his palm emitting great heat and flames while his touch was gentle.
With a deliberate move, he caressed the mage's head before putting him through the burning punishment, which left his face burned and scarred.
"Now we have six more fishes to fry and grill hihiehehahaha...."
