As Aeson was made to be chained back he knew that the real end of the show was close. An ending of pain and death. He saw Cora stepping in the scene. "Why are doing this Cora? What pleasure do you get?" he yelled at her but Cora wouldn't even stop to hear him.<br/><br/>The sound of hungry flames came from the ring. Aeson could feel the people's fear. Then came the "second part of the ending". Two men brought in the scene a black hellish wolf. As Cora's flames were burning everyone to death, the wolf was charging for his pray. Everyone was his pray. Everyone who would scream, everyone who would run into a corner wrapping his legs with his arms, closing his eyes, knowing that his very death was approaching. The sound of ripping bones and flesh was mixed into a paranoiac symphony of screams and cries. The blood became one with the sand creating a hidious mud.<br/><br/>Aeson knew that the bastard was lauging inside him right now, watching all this crowd be burned and eaten alive. He couldn't take it anymore. He felt his body and soul raging in. His mind started twisting. The chains were lifted and streched. "Rodne you bastard! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!!" Aeson's voice came out in a powrless growling. Rodne's puppets came and started electryfying him. Aeson screamed and shouted curses until he fell down taking big breaths.<br/><br/>The carnival of hell was over. Two men came and drug him into the ring. He saw that Camilla was made to come in too. In front of them a woman and a man were shivering. The woman was crying in his arms. The man was trying to keep his tears away. "Well," said Rodne "you know what to do."<br/>A sick laugh sprung out of him.<br/><br/>"No, not this time Rodne. I'm not gonna do what you want." Another laugh followed Aeson's words.<br/><br/>"You little scum, after all I've done for you, how dare you to speak to me like that..." a punch right in Aeson's belly made him kneal and cough hard. "You will spit blood before you speak to me again like that! Fine, then Camilla will go first!" he said turning his eyes on her. "You're hungry aren't you? Come then!"<br/><br/>"No! do not do this! Let her drink my blood! Drink my blood Camilla if you need to but let them go! I know there is good in you! I felt it the first time I gazed into your eyes!" screamed Aeson in a last hopeless try to save them. But he knew that his words were count to nothing in front Rodne's influence. His puppets took Aeson a few meters away and started torturing him until he spit blood. They let him fall into his own lake off blood, hardly breathing.<br/><br/>Then Aeson started laughin. A psychotic long laugh combined with hard breaths, spit of blood and tears. His emotions were changing dramatically. Into his blood we whispered: "Camilla, please... don't..." but noone heard him laughing nor whispering. Though he hoped that She, would hear...