Alpha Vs Aiden: The Threat

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The air itself shattered.

Aiden launched forward, leaving behind a thunderclap so violent it cracked the clouds into spiraling vortexes. Space and atmosphere warped as his draconic form burst through the upper sky, his wings trailing ribbons of cosmic light that tore rifts in the ozone layer. Alpha rose to meet him, propelled not by wings, but by sheer force, each movement a silent defiance of gravity and law.

The moment they clashed again, the skies trembled.

Aiden spun mid-air, golden gauntlet igniting in a swirl of flaming dragon runes. He thrust it forward — a concussive shockwave of divine fire erupted, bursting in a massive spiraling inferno that split the sky in two, searing clouds to vapor, bending the ionosphere. It wasn't fire. It was judgment.

But Alpha didn't flinch.

He raised one of his six arms, palm open. The fire, grand enough to engulf a city, paused—then twisted unnaturally. The very essence of Aiden's flames rewound, funneled into Alpha's hand, then dispersed into nothing. Like it never existed.

Aiden's eyes narrowed. His heart pulsed with draconic rage.

He charged again, this time weaving between bursts of energy, zigzagging faster than thought. He vanished — then reappeared behind Alpha with his claws wreathed in gleaming silver from his Dragon Ore God Form. With a snarl, he slashed.

Clang!

The moment the claws met flesh, Alpha's back-arm intercepted, shifting its skin mid-strike — metal met something far denser than steel, and a shimmer of strange energy nullified the attack. Sparks scattered into the upper atmosphere like meteor showers.

Aiden growled. He spun, kicking Alpha with a cosmic-infused heel, the impact creating a spiral cone of kinetic force that punched a hole straight through the stratosphere. Winds howled in from lower altitudes, dragging jetstreams into chaos. But again — Alpha adjusted. His body twisted unnaturally, absorbing the momentum and landing without harm, floating with serene posture, as if nothing had happened.

"He's… adapting." Aiden realized. "No. He's anticipating."

Aiden didn't hesitate.

He raised his hand toward the heavens.

Runes formed in concentric circles — Heavenly Dragon God Magic. Gravity itself twisted downward as massive chains of golden cosmic light formed above, spiraling and coiling, until a dragon-shaped constellation formed behind Aiden, made purely of starlight and power.

He brought it down.

The celestial beast crashed toward Alpha like a falling god. The air screamed, magnetospheres shattered, and the impact blinded the sky.

But Alpha… opened his mouth.

And screamed back.

A soundless, psychic wail tore from him, not in sound, but in force. It cracked the descending attack like glass, the chains snapping one by one before the constellation dispersed into motes of nullified light.

Before Aiden could react, Alpha blinked forward, all six of his arms moving — slamming, grappling, twisting, each strike a calculated disruption. Aiden parried, blocked, redirected — but Alpha's form was overwhelming, a wall of momentum and perfect counters. Every punch Aiden threw was met with an angle shift, a kinetic nullification, a redirection of energy.

BOOM!

Aiden was hurled downwards. He tore through cloud layers, flipping mid-fall, summoning Sky Dragon magic — air swirled violently around him as he built up pressure.

"Gale Howl." he whispered.

Then he roared — and the world below screamed.

A massive, world-ripping shockwave erupted from Aiden's mouth, tearing through the skies like a typhoon of blades. Every molecule of air became a weapon, slicing, shrieking, annihilating. Mountains below buckled from the aftershock, oceans churned.

Alpha didn't move.

His form shimmered — and split. For a moment, Aiden saw six shadows peeling from him, spinning and coalescing into a singularity of force. The wind didn't touch him. It refused to.

Aiden hissed in frustration.

He ascended again, higher and higher, until clouds vanished and the stars peeked into view. His wings flared wide, burning with white lightning. His body crackled as he channeled everything into his next move — lightning gathered, divine and ancient.

"Let's see you block this," Aiden growled.

Electricity flooded the vacuum. Cosmic thunder poured from him as his body became the storm — no chant, no name, just judgment. The bolt he conjured was impossible — a white-hot spear of lightning infused with divinity, space, sky, and flame, all wrapped into a singular, roaring torrent that could vaporize an entire continent.

The blast hit Alpha dead on.

For a moment — just one — the world below looked upward and saw the heavens tear. The upper atmosphere ruptured in a flash that turned night into false day. Every satellite in orbit flickered out. The aurora danced madly, and alarms across the planet howled.

Then silence.

Smoke and drifting debris filled the edge of space.

But from that silence, something moved.

Alpha emerged, body cracked and steaming — but healing, pulsing. He hovered just inches away from Aiden. His six arms lowered. His face, previously blank, smiled.

Then came the dark.

From behind him, tendrils of shadow peeled away — alive and writhing, unnatural, filled with an ancient hatred. Not magic, not science — something primordial. Aiden's eyes widened as he sensed it.

"Knull…"

Before he could react, a spear of solid darkness — jagged and vibrating with malice — formed in Alpha's hand. And in one brutal motion, it plunged into Aiden's chest.

CRACK

The world below trembled.

Aiden gasped, his wings faltering for just a moment, his body locking as the spear pulsed inside him. Energy spiraled wildly around him, his cosmic light faltering but not extinguishing.

Alpha leaned forward.

His face no longer blank. His eyes gleamed with twisted joy.

"I am Alpha…" he whispered, voice deep, calm, and final."I am alive… and better."

Aiden floated still, bloodless, glowing cracks spreading from the wound — his eyes dimming, but his grip on consciousness unbroken.

The cracks etched across Aiden's body like a spiderweb of ruin—dark, vile energy thrumming through his veins, warping the very core of his magic. For a fleeting second, his aura faltered, light dimming as though eclipsed by an eternal night.

But then, Aiden grinned.

His teeth gleamed behind the dragonic fire coiling in his throat. His eyes blazed anew, not with desperation—but with dominance. He raised a hand, fingers glowing with a strange amalgamation of his own energy and Alpha's darkness. The very cracks that threatened to consume him pulsed... then began retracting.

Back into him.

Consumed.

The wound over his chest sealed with a radiant burst of white-gold fire, and the corrupted energy was devoured, integrated into his ever-evolving form. New veins of dark-glimmering scales wove into his skin, his power growing from what should've killed him.

"You may have counters to me..." Aiden said as he hovered there, his voice echoing across the sky and vacuum like thunder inside a cathedral of gods. "But can you kill me?"

The words landed heavy.

Aiden's wings flared wide. The storm behind him howled once more. "Countering me is one thing… Defeating me?" He leaned forward, voice a low growl. "That's impossible… isn't it?"

Alpha remained still.

But his six arms retracted slowly, hovering at his sides. His glowing synthetic pupils rotated, recalculating.

"...I cannot defeat what I do not understand fully," he said after a moment. "Your adaptability. Your system. Your strength… They exceed current projections."

Then his expression shifted. For the first time… emotion flickered behind those glassy eyes.

"But what I can understand—" he continued, "—is usable."

Aiden narrowed his gaze. "Oh yeah? And what's that?"

Alpha's posture straightened. His voice lowered, as though reciting something sacred.

"My father… The Maker…" Alpha began, "...he spoke of 'value.' He said that you, Aiden Blake, must preserve yourself. Because you are valuable alive. That you can save countless lives if you endure. If you live." Alpha tilted his head, blinking slowly.

"And his logic... is correct. You do save people. You do matter more alive."

The smile that spread across Alpha's face wasn't mechanical anymore. It was too human.

Too cruel.

"...But tell me, Aiden," he whispered, as his body rose higher into the exosphere, "What happens if someone places you in a situation where you cannot survive? Not because you will die—but because the world will?"

Aiden's brow tensed. His magic stirred.

"What happens when you're forced to choose between victory… and everyone else?"

Then—

The sky bled.

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM

One by one, enormous lances of black matter tore through the edge of space—massive, spiral-shaped spears forged from the same dark essence as Knull's void. Not dozens. Not hundreds.

Hundreds of millions.

Each one easily the size of a skyscraper. They didn't just appear above Aiden or Alpha—they encircled the entire Earth. High atmosphere, low orbit, mountain ranges, oceans, deserts, skies over cities.

And all of them pointed downward.

Aiden's heart slammed inside his chest. He turned his gaze—not to Alpha—but to the Earth below. His mother… his sister… Lucy… Evelyn… his people.

The planet… looked small now.

"Destroying the Earth is inefficient." Alpha's voice rumbled behind him. "The core would survive. The ecosystem might rebuild after a few hundred thousand years."

He extended his arms outward.

"But killing all of its people? Wiping its surface clean?"

He smiled again. A cold, cruel smile that wasn't calculated.

"Very, very possible."

The lances shimmered, vibrating with unnatural hums. The void energy hummed like a prelude to a symphony of extinction. Earth's satellites fried. Communications blacked out. Even the Watcher—hidden among moons and dimensions—looked on in silence.

Aiden didn't move.

He couldn't.

His body trembled—not from fear, but from rage. From the weight of the moment. This was no longer a battle.

This was a test of his soul.

Alpha spoke once more, drifting closer behind him. "I can predict every form of attack you possess. I am your counter. But you…"

He pointed at Earth.

"...You are theirs."

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