It was daytime, in the outside world. The sun shined, and the twisted visage of the lake of blood almost seemed...eerily pretty. However, this peace was suddenly snapped as a man cried out in pain, shrieks emanating from the cabin located in the woods. 

These shrieks of pain, cries for mercy, all echoed, reverberating around the forest. If one was able to peek into the cabin, they'd see why. The man who was crying like a child was chained to a chair with barbed wire, his hands secured on the arms of a chair. His ankles, likewise, were also pierced together, strung through the middle like shoestrings. He was already bloody from the previous encounters...but this time, his torturer was finished with him. 

[i]'Let's see...'[/i] Aion thought, studying the crying man. His face was that of a robot's, giving no emotion and sympathy to the dead one before him. "Tell me. Where is the child?" The assassin spoke up, his voice echoing in the small epace. Aion stepped out of the darkness and circled him, his voice remaining a monotonous calm. "We can make this easy if you just tell me where she is."

[i]"Fuck you, Man!"[/i] the male cried out, his teeth bloody as he gripped the arms of the chair. Aion smiled from behind the man, his jagged teeth seeming to have their own glow. Then...Aion laid a hand on the man's chair. "Wrong answer. She's been found. Meaning...I have no use for you, wretched creature." He said, grinning, as the man began to plead for his life. 

However, a circle blazing to life below Aion's palm cut the man short, as Aion transfigured the wooden chair into a spiked chair, stabbing through the man's chest, legs, arms, and stomach, turning him into a rather large pincushion. Then, the chair reverted, and the corpse went slack, head lolling forwards. Aion would calmly wipe off his hands, before he stomped, the floor in front of the chair tipping forwards, causing the chair and corpse both to slide into the darkness of Aion's crypt.