The black book in Thor's hand was a record. It was used to note all those fallen in battle, so that they would be remembered, no matter how long ago it was. For Asgardians were a race that were constantly at war. It wasn't always possible to retrieve the bodies of those who fell. The least they could do was make sure that they were properly remembered and sent off, even if their bodies weren't retrieved.
"I don't understand. When did this happen?" Forseti questioned, genuinely curious about the new addition to the body count. "If I remember correctly, last night there were seventeen of us." He was truly baffled by the current situation. How could a team that had lost only three members in six months, lose two, more than half that number, in just a single night. His pleasure from admiring the playing kids had long been replaced with sadness, anger, and curiosity. For curiosity, he wanted to know what exactly happened. He was sad because he knew each and every member of the tea
The two men walked on quietly, neither of them keen on starting a conversation. Each was lost to his own thoughts, and each wanted no interruptions. Yet even in their reverie, their bodies moved instinctively to the place that reeked of Asgardian blood and magic. The energy of their fallen comrades could be felt, and their blood cried out to them for justice. Forseti licked his lips hungrily, a detail that would have led any who had no true understanding of him to assume he was starved. But that was grossly inadequate. His meal may have been interrupted midway, but he had still taken most of it before leaving. He was Asgardian, and a god to boot. He didn't really need food. He enjoyed it, but it wasn't vital for his sustenance- the edict was. His expression would have led anyone who truly understood him to shiver in trepidation- regardless of their status as friend or foe. His expression was one filled with bloodlust. He thirsted for those who dared prey on Asgardian blood. His fury
"So this is the place huh." The duo stopped right before a wide and expansive fog. This fog was capacious and covered a great deal of land. It robbed the vision of all who beheld it, making sure that none saw what it was hiding. Yet the eyes of the two didn't register the problematic fog. Thor's eyes that were now as white as lightning easily saw through the fog, and Forseti was no different. Unlike Thor, his eyes weren't white. They were golden yellow. His pair of pupils were displaying a colour vastly different to his natural eye colour. It was a gift from his father- the eyes of light. These were eyes that saw through all illusions, much less a pesky little fog. But it was through these eyes that he realised that the fog wasn't as simple as it looked."Do you see it?" Thor asked. It was obvious that whatever deductions Forseti had made, he had arrived at the very same conclusion. "Yes", Forseti nodded his head. He knew his uncle wasn't referring to the large mountain that
"They are finally here. They bit the bait" In a dark cave on the said mountain, and the target of Thor's hammer of wrath and Forseti's sword of justice, the calm voice of a man announced the coming of the Nordic gods."I have wanted to meet them for a long time. To think that such an opportunity presented itself." Another voice communicated with the first. Due to the dark nature of the cave, the owners of the voices couldn't be made out, even their location was a mystery. But one thing was certain. They knew whom it was they had invited. Rather, they wanted them to come. They wanted to draw the two gods here, and they had used their subordinates to do that. They showed no fear at the power that was displayed."Indeed. But I must admit, even I did not expect this display of strength. He certainly is very strong. And Forseti as well, his strength isn't to be underestimated either. I can hardly match up to the God of Justice, much less he whose lightning can fill the 7 he
They would even be able to challenge for the rule of a heaven. But they had been killed off before they had attained this status. They were the only gods of their race, and so they were the only ones that made it out alive. They would have argued that this is why the Asgardians sought them out, but they weren't fools to believe that. Even if they got to the stage of becoming ascenders- all of them- they would be ignorant to challenge the rulers of the first heaven. Maybe they could challenge the 3rd heaven, but not the first or the second. It wasn't because the rulers of the other heavens were weak, far from that. Although the heavens were named in numerical order, it wasn't in order of strength, but of formation. What was formed first, was given the title as the 1st, and it extended all the way through to the 7th heaven. But, the older the heaven, the deeper its foundation, and the more unity you would find among its members. This wasn't to say that the 1st and 2nd heavens were per
"Oh?" Forseti was surprised by the composure of their 'prey'. "You are too calm for someone in trouble. What is it that gives you such confidence?"Lord Dracula smiled. It was a smile that took a bit of effort due to the weight of the pressure that threatened to push him down. Instead of answering, he looked right at the man clad in lightning. No, this description was anything but apt. It wasn't a man clad in lightning, but a god commanding one of the most destructive elements of the universe."Your eyes-"Thor scrutinized the beings before him. He was angry. That was without question. But his anger hadn't robbed him of his reasoning. The eyes of those who stood before him were very familiar."Are you those that Tyr mentioned? A race of blood. What did he call you again?" Thor was still mad. But he reckoned that he could take a few seconds listening to them before he pummelled them into the ground. One might call his lack of guard against them arrogance. They wou
Dracula spoke in a hoarse voice, "If His Excellency would dispel his pressure, please allow me to show His Excellency something."Vlad gritted his teeth painfully as he listened to the person he worshipped lowering himself to beseech another. It didn't matter that it was an Asgardian. All that was important was that his master had lowered himself in such a manner towards another.'This is my fault', he thought silently. If he hadn't made the wrong decision several millennia ago, his master would not have to endure such shame. He didn't dare look to his side. For right beside him was Lilith, and her angry gaze was fixed onto him. She clearly thought the same. And she was right. Their master was only doing this to ensure the survival of their race, a necessity since he had foolishly served them up to the gods years ago."You still dare to make requests of me" Thor's baritone voice thundered as loudly as the clashing clouds themselves. The huge gale that swept thro
Dracula sighed in resignation upon realising the situation they were in. “Why would you-“ Vlad had barely started his statement when Alucard motioned for The Impaler to be silent. “Our lives are in their hands already, with or without the strings of fate binding us.” Alucard’s tone was cold, his voice stern. Vlad remained silent as the words of his young master found their way into his hard head, and etched themselves unto his brain. He may not like their current circumstance, but it didn’t change much. The only difference in their current state was that this time it was Forseti that held the ‘hammer’, not Thor.“Let them go, Lilith” Dracula waved his hand as he commanded the seductive vampire next to him. Forseti wrinkled his brows in thought, and his uncle was no diffe
Dracula nodded at his words. He wasn’t bothered that they showed no reaction to his words stating that he had some information on what they were hunting for. He was certain that by now they would have met many claiming to possess valuable information; many who were wrong.He picked a relatively comfortable rock, and sat. Lilith and Vlad picked rocks that were placed around his, irrespective of how uneven or uncomfortable they were. They were clearly displaying their allegiance to their king, showing that they would follow him no matter what. As for Alucard, he didn’t follow in their steps. The blood prince walked over to a comfortable looking rock and lifted it over his shoulders like it was a piece of dry wood, light and easy to carry. He carried it effortlessly to his father and placed it at his right side. He sat c