"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 heavens with dread."
The voice of the first man was without fear. Although he had admitted that he couldn't match up to even Forseti, who was weaker than Thor, he was still in no way afraid. Whether it was an act of bravery or genuine absence of fear, it was impossible to decipher. His voice was certainly too calm for one who was afraid, but it wasn't enough to draw a substantially crucial conclusion. After all, there were many who were skilled in the art known as acting. Maybe if one could see his eyes, and hear what they had to say, one could draw closer to the truth. But even then, one wouldn't be so sure. The only way to truly know whether he was indeed a person without fear was to wait until Thor arrived. For how many could remain truly nonchalant before the threat known as death?
"My Lord, you belittle yourself. The Thunder God's power is only slightly stronger than yours." Another voice that didn't belong to the previous two, made an appearance. The owner of this voice was likely the subordinate of the one referred to as 'My Lord'. And our dear subordinate refused to believe that there was one more powerful than his master.
"Maybe if master was in his prime, he could prove a challenge for the thunder god of the Asgardians. But even then, he would still fall short." A pleasing and enchanting voice did not accept the words of the one who spoke right before. Her beautiful voice would cause all who heard it to conclude that the bearer of such a masterpiece would be just as lovely.
"Don't you dare slight our master. Apologise for your disrespect Lilith." The first subordinate did not take her words lightly. The anger in his tone was genuine. It was almost as if he was the one who had been offended.
"Hahaha. You're just as blunt as ever Lilith. Calm down both of you. Lilith is right. Even in my prime, I would only be able to challenge the Thunder God slightly. I would surely be a match for the God of Justice, depending on how much power he can tap into at that moment. But even Forseti as he is now, would be more than a match for me in my prime." The master of the two spoke light heartedly. He didn't take the words of Lilith to heart in the slightest. It wasn't because he was that benevolent, but it was simply because she spoke the truth. Yes, it was said inelegantly. Even Lilith's seductive voice didn't hide the sting of her words. But they only stung his other subordinate, not him. For he knew all too well what the one known as Thor was capable of doing. He would be a fool to deny the strength of the lightning battle god.
"How is that possible? In your prime, My Lord was greatly feared." The male subordinate still refused to believe in his master's words. Although he was witnessing the might of the thunder god first hand, he had followed his master since the very beginning. He knew how strong his liege was in his hay day. How did his master fall short of the arrogant being tearing their residence apart.
"The strength of an Asgardian is in his weapon. You should know that Vlad. Besides, he so easily broke apart our combination spell. Low class spell or not, it was a product of our combined power. Yet it was undone by one person." The master didn't bother expounding on his point. His words should be enough to knock some sense into Vlad's head.
"Don't argue with my father Vlad. You know he is right. The thunder god isn't even wearing any armour, neither is his famed hammer in sight. Yet his presence shakes this world so. It is not loyalty to continue believing that father is stronger. It is foolishness to believe in a lie and cast aside the truth, especially when it stares you dead in the eye." The voice of the one who spoke before Vlad, who had chosen to remain silent throughout the previous exchange couldn't stand it anymore. He called Vlad out for what he believed was pure idiocy on the part of his father's loyal subordinate.
"Yes Young Lord", Vlad relented when the young lord intervened. The slight shaking in his voice gave away the fact that he seemed to fear the young lord more than he did his master.
"Never forget the power they wield. At least Lilith remembers. Don't you, my dear succubus?" the young lord addressed Lilith in a far gentler manner than he did Vlad. He clearly appreciated her more. Whether this appreciation stemmed from her unseen appearance or from her willingness to acknowledge her position as the weaker party, one wouldn't know until they asked him.
"How can I forget? After all, it was them that destroyed our race. And no matter what Vlad may believe, prepared or unprepared, I doubt we would have stood any chance." The pretty voice of Lilith was laced with resentment. Even in the eerie cave, one could picture her gnashing her teeth in anger. This was why they were so certain of the strength the Asgardians held. Vlad may believe that it was because they were unprepared, but she had one word for his explanation- crap. His belief was total crap. They numbered over three times the size of the Nordic army that came after them. And the most powerful in their ranks like Thor and even Forseti, weren't included in this line up. Yet their race, one famed for their endless ability to regenerate, had fallen before these mighty warriors. Their master and king, whom they worshipped and had absolute faith in, had fallen to the Nordic God of War, Tyr. And Tyr had only one arm!
They could argue that their king was recuperating from an injury when they were attacked, but that wouldn't have changed the outcome of the battle. For even if their king had proven to be more than a match for Tyr, he would have still be besieged by the Asgardians who fought by Tyr's side. For with the exception of the king, and they who had survived, the others were killed all too easily. Their regenerative abilities couldn't handle the rate of damage, and so most had died. Their larger numbers were rendered useless before true and absolute power. The only reason they had escaped was because their godhood had remained unsealed. They were the only ones that survived. Well, the only purebloods that survived. Their master's power wasn't thoroughly understood, so even the mighty Asgardians were at a loss as to how to possibly kill him. And purebloods like themselves, who had ascended inherited their master's power. It was unheard of, but true. Their race had the ability to inherit the power of their king, as long as they ascended. This basically meant that they didn't need to obey the laws of ascension. As long as they were talented enough to reach the ascension realm, they didn't need to understand any law. They could just inherit their master's. Of course they wouldn't be as strong as their king, but they would be true ascenders. It was in essence, a shortcut to power. If they had been given enough time, all the purebloods would have eventually ascended, making them a force to be reckoned with- a race of gods.