The God of calamity’s wife: return of the 13th

The moment Sirius uttered the words, "Let's speak with this beast," an eerie stillness settled over Aksel as if he was caught by surprise and, like the calm before a devastating storm, without warning, Aksel—who had been composed mere moments ago—threw his head back and erupted into a maniacal, bone-chilling laughter. Suddenly, a new power coursed through his veins. 

His laughter echoed like the cries of the damned. It was thunderous and unhinged and rippled through the very fabric of the air around him. 

While he laughed his arms spread wide, trembling with unnatural energy, his fingers outstretched as if he were embracing the chaos he had become, embracing the demon he had inside of him, claiming this body as his birthright. 

He clenched his fists, then opened them slowly, as if savoring the raw, unbridled power coursing through him, electricity began to build, burning his hands like spiderwebs but he seemed to enjoy it like a predator toying with its prey. 

It was as though the darkness within him had been fully unleashed, and Aksel was basking in the glory of its ascension. Every flick of his fingers, every shift of his posture, screamed dominance, as if the very world had bent to his will.

Saoirse wanted to stop him, his beast was hurting him and try as she might to hate him she couldn't wish ill on anyone as vulnerable as he could sometimes be—unless it was her to unleash the ill on him, then she was open to it with open arms.

"Luz…" she plead for his mercy. 

His gaze snapped toward her with glee. Mistaking her pleas as fear.

It was not merely a name that had been spoken—it was a summoning.

The air around him grew heavier, crackling with dark power, and his once-human aura twisted into something monstrous, unholy, and untamed. A presence far older, far more terrifying, now seemed to inhabit his body, its hunger palpable and suffocating.

His hands rose up as if a very real demon had been summoned and had taken over his body completely with the mere mention of his name. And a bolt of electricity shot towards her, missing her by mere millimeters on purpose. Just toying with his prey.

Then suddenly his body jolted with electricity and a beast leapt out from inside of him, transforming him in a grotesque manner and Aksel for a moment screamed in pain. Horror etched on his face and then he sunk down into the ground into his very own shadow.

He tried to electrocute Sirius from below, burning his foot which was unprotected.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!" He screamed in alarm as he was struck in his feet, the bolt reverberating through him and shooting up into the air.

Saoirse let out a scream of pain, her foot being burned through her bond with her husband, her voice cut through the chaos like a blade, as the agonizing shock ripped through her. 

Instinctively, she hurled herself away from her shadow just as Sirius was struck. Her body moved with desperate precision, leaping into the air and into a backward flip. As she flipped, a trail of jagged ice erupted from her feet, propelling her, the frozen vapors crackling and glistening like shards of frozen air.

She landed with an elegant skid on the icy surface she had made, sliding backward with controlled grace until her momentum brought her into a crouch, her palms slamming onto the ice to steady herself. 

For a moment, she froze in that primal, animalistic stance, her breath misting in the air. Then, with a deliberate, measured motion, Saoirse rose to her feet, her eyes blazing with determination. 

Then ice spiraled around her hands, forming into a gleaming, razor-sharp sword that shimmered with lethal intent. The hilt wrapped around her hand and gleamed with beautiful detail despite the need for sudden thought. 

Sirius could tell that this weapon of hers was used often. She was prepared to battle this beast even in her condition, but he wasn't about to let that happen. 

Determination filled his soul. He withdrew Odin's sword from his hilt. The beautiful blade gleamed as if it was made for him instead. And he stood between the beast and her. 

From the corner of his eye a bit of blood dripped from Saoirse's mouth and she winced and held her side.

This made the Luz smile.

"Let the witch burn." He said. And finished his transformation into a panther like beast. His jaws able to open into three sections like an alien and two large fangs appearing like tusks grew from his canines.

"Where's my welcome, Taz!?" He said and shrieked, his beast words only understandable by Sirius who came from the same realm.

Then the beast lunged forward and kicked Sirius across the ice. His limp body dissatisfied the beast "come on this is too easy, just like last time." He complained.

"Get away from him." Saoirse spat. She wiped her blood away from her mouth, though more was coming and she vomited.

"It has begun." The beast cackled, you'd better lie down, you'll just burn faster." He said, "leave this to the boys."

She narrowed her eyes as the panther made to step on Sirius one last time and kill him as he had done before, but suddenly saoirse was there and she breathed ice at him, letting out a scream in fear and burning him with cold. Her ice encased him in a ten foot layer midstep.

At the sound of her cry, Sirius's eyes snapped open, air filling his lungs and his red eyes burning with intensity as a surge of power coursed through him, healing his broken ribs.

A deafening crack split the air as four immense wings burst from his back—part of them as dark as the void, the other part gleaming a pristine white, each feather outlined with veins of molten gold that shimmered and emitted light.

This was unlike any transformation he had ever done before, an evolution of his strength that shook the ground beneath him. 

With a powerful sweep of his wings, he propelled himself upward, the sheer force creating a gust that rippled outward like a storm. 

His arms moved with purpose, cradling his wife securely as they ascended into the air, his wings slicing through the space around them with controlled, commanding power. 

The black and white feathers contrasted sharply, yet harmoniously, with the golden light that trailed in their wake, a radiant display of defiance and strength that declared he was far from finished.