"It's just a change in appearance. That's not enough to—"
Mephistopheles was cut short in mid-sentence.
A massive hand suddenly clamped over his face, fingers digging in like iron vices.
Aaron had moved with blinding speed, faster than light itself.
He appeared before Mephistopheles in the blink of an eye, his grip unyielding and merciless.
Holding the devil's head firmly, Aaron channeled chaotic energy into his bones.
The density surged, amplifying his strength until the bones hummed with raw power.
Mephistopheles struggled wildly. His claws scraped against Aaron's arm, desperate to break free.
But every frantic effort proved worthless.
Aaron's hold was unbreakable, like the jaws of fate itself.
"Time to experiment," Aaron muttered under his breath, a faint gleam of curiosity in his eyes.
He transformed the hand gripping Mephistopheles into a grotesque, gaping mouth.
Rows of jagged, shadowy teeth lined the maw, pulsing with hungry void energy.
