CHAPTER 52: CHAPTER 52: DEMON FROM HELL

Aiden did not think about what others are or might be thinking, he did not hesitate for even a second after his first strike. He knew all too well that wolves healed quickly, and if he allowed Carl any time to recover, this fight would become dangerous for him.

So he swung again, using all the strength his body could muster. His hammer came down with a heavy thud, connecting with Carl’s solar plexus. Carl let out a harsh gasp, the wind completely knocked out of him, and his body curled instinctively in pain. Aiden did not wait to see if Carl would recover. He adjusted his grip on the hammer and swung again, this time aiming for Carl’s elbow and wrist, smashing them with calculated precision. He wanted to be sure that Carl could not bring out his claws or retaliate in any way.

Once Carl’s mobility was completely broken and he was lying helpless on the ground, Aiden raised the hammer one last time. He knew it was risky, but he also knew he could not afford mercy. He brought the hammer down hard against Carl’s skull. The first strike dazed him, making his body go limp. Then Aiden struck again. And again. By the time the fifth strike landed, Carl was completely unconscious. Blood poured freely from his head, trickling down his face and pooling on the ground.

The sight of blood made Aiden’s stomach churn violently. For a moment, he wanted to drop the hammer, run as far away from this place as possible, and vomit until he felt clean again. His instincts screamed at him to retreat. But he forced himself to stay put. Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet, standing over Carl’s fainted form. His chest heaved from the effort, his silver hair was stained with blood, and his face was splattered with crimson, but his golden eyes were steady.

He turned to face the other students standing in the clearing, all of whom were frozen in shock. They had never seen anything like this before. Aiden spoke in a calm, unwavering voice.

"Anyone who thinks they can act against me because I’m weak right now should remember this moment. This is what will happen if you try me. I may be weak, but I will never bow down to anyone. If you hit me today, I will go home calmly and plan how to hit you back twice as hard tomorrow. I might be weak, but make no mistake—I am one crazy mother fucker, and you don’t want to mess with me."

His words cut through the silence like a blade. The sight of Aiden—his bloodied face, the hammer still gripped tightly in his hand, and Carl lying unconscious at his feet—made every student present swallow hard. They had never met anyone like him before. Most of them were supernatural beings who had grown up with wealth, privilege, and protection. Fighting like this, in such a raw and brutal way, was something they had never experienced. This was not some sparring match or friendly brawl. This was a crazy and bloodied fight, and they were looking at Aiden as though he had just stepped out of hell.

The first creature to break the tense silence was not a person, but Rainbow. The little bird’s voice rang excitedly inside Aiden’s mind, its tone almost giddy.

"Well done! You’ve done so well. If only I had a hammer too—I would have helped you knock Carl’s head a few more times!"

Aiden only rolled his eyes at the comment, refusing to let a smirk escape his lips.

Finally, Mr. John snapped out of his stunned state and walked toward Aiden. For a long moment, he simply stared, his eyes scanning Aiden up and down. The sight before him was surreal. Aiden, with his ethereal beauty and delicate features, looked like someone who might break if held too tightly. Yet here he was, standing over a bloodied opponent, his hammer stained, his face splashed with red, and his golden eyes no longer radiating warmth but a lethal glint that chilled the air around him. His silver hair, now streaked with blood, gave him an almost demonic appearance.

Mr. John swallowed hard before finally finding his voice.

"How did you know how to do that?" he asked, his voice unsteady.

Aiden looked at him with a nonchalant expression, as though he had simply been asked what he had eaten for breakfast.

"I just learned it now," Aiden replied flatly.

Mr. John frowned, clearly not satisfied. "How were you able to defeat Carl? How did you make him walk right into your hammer like that? Have you mastered your witch power? Which spell did you use?"

"I didn’t use any spell," Aiden replied casually, shrugging his shoulders. "And he didn’t walk into my hammer. It’s just physics. All I had to do was calculate his speed. And I happen to study the human anatomy too and knows the weak points in the human body well".

Mr. John blinked at him, completely speechless. Then he said slowly, "You’re trying to tell me that what you used to defeat Carl is physics? That mundane thing that humans created?"

"Yes," Aiden said, nodding. "This is the twenty-first century. You should really stop looking down on humans so much. Just one of their inventions could wipe out supernatural existence forever."

Mr. John snickered softly, his lips curling into an amused smile. "Impossible. We helped humans create some of their inventions. We’ve learned how to blend in with them, and we have preventive measures in place. There’s no way humans can beat us."

Aiden gave a low chuckle and replied, "Even with all of that, you’re still the ones in hiding. You stay invisible, not wanting humans to know about you."

"We’re not hiding from humans because we’re afraid," Mr. John countered. "We’re staying away from them because humans are annoying. They’re crafty. If they captured one of us, they would start trying to recreate us. We don’t want that. We value our peace, and we don’t want to fight with humans. That’s why we stay hidden. Not because we fear them, and not because we think we would lose a war. And you need to stop calling them ’your humans.’ You’re one of us now, Aiden. It’s supernatural blood that runs through your veins."

Aiden chose not to continue the argument. This was not the time or place for such a discussion.

The students, still frozen where they stood, were quietly impressed that Mr. John could stand there calmly and argue with Aiden, who was still holding a bloodied hammer and had just bashed Carl’s head in moments ago.

Mr. John eventually turned his gaze back to Carl, who was still lying on the ground. Blood was still trickling from his head, but already, the open wound was starting to close. The healing speed of wolves was truly astonishing.

With a sigh, Mr. John turned to the rest of the students. "What are you all waiting for? Take your friend to the school clinic so he can heal faster."

His voice snapped the students out of their daze. Two of them rushed forward, carefully lifting Carl’s unconscious body and hurrying away toward the clinic.

One of the braver students hesitated before speaking up. "Mr. John... what about today’s class? Are we still having lectures or practice?"

Mr. John shot him a glare that could have frozen fire. "Lecture? After this? Do you think we can still hold a class right now? All of you, scram. Do whatever you want for the rest of the day."

The students did not wait for him to repeat himself. They quickly dispersed, leaving only Aiden and Mr. John behind.

Mr. John looked back at Aiden, who now appeared calmer, his expression softening back to its usual innocent look, as if the devilish side of him had never appeared. Mr. John sighed and said, "Go back to your dorm. Wash off the blood. The school will probably call you soon about what just happened, and you might have to face the panel."

He muttered under his breath, "What a terrible week for the wolves. Yesterday Zane and Ryker fought, and now the school is planning their punishment. And now this—Carl and you. And the worst part is, I was the one who agreed to this stupid fight, which means that I will also get part of the blame."

Aiden’s head snapped up at the mention of Ryker. "Wait, Ryker is also going to face the panel? Why?"

Mr. John glared at him. "What do you mean why? Don’t you know about his fight with Zane? You know what, just go back to your dorm and freshen up."

Aiden bowed slightly in respect. "I’ll be leaving now. Goodbye, Mr. John."

Without another word, Aiden turned and walked away obediently, his hammer still hanging by his side.