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 perfect. They had their own stains. But their unity was stronger than the others. For instance, the 3rd heaven still had their gods fighting for supremacy. And apparently, one of the prime candidates to rule had gone missing.
Because of this, they were certain that the Asgardians had come for them for something else. It was only after ten years, ten years of being on the run from the 1st heaven- when they had finally escaped into the 3rd heaven- that they knew why. The idiot Vlad had killed some Asgardian scouts, believing that no one could match up to their king. It was because of his arrogance and ignorance that their race had almost gone extinct. This was why she didn't take kindly to his earlier words. To her, all she saw was a fool who was yet to learn his lesson. She was certain that if her race wasn't on the brink of extinction, her king would have killed Vlad long ago. He may be known as Vlad the Impaler, but were it not for their current circumstance he would have become Vlad the Impaled. The Asgardians were a united folk. If you killed one man, they would hunt you down. And for some reason, they always knew it when someone died. Although they weren't sure how, they had a feeling it had to do with the aura they possessed. As long as one's aura disappeared, they would assume that he/she was dead. And for some reason when the aura of the dead warriors disappeared, Asgardians were able to track down their killers. This was how they had lured the two gods out.
"Don't be so angry, dear Lilith. We need their help. We will have to work with them." The young lord lightly consoled the angry Lilith.
"I am not angry with them. My quarrel is with the fool that brought this doom upon our race." Lilith explained. True, she wasn't angry with the Asgardians. She was initially, until she found out why they did what they did. A person does not attack the race who ruled that heaven and expect no retaliation. Such an act was considered treason. And although the Asgardians were normally a reasonable bunch, no one would reason with 'the treasonous'. And from the moment they killed those scouts, they were considered as such. She had heard before, that the Nordic gods dished out punishments based on the offense. If a person killed an Asgardian, he would be killed. No one else would fall for his wrongs. But it largely depended upon the god in charge of your judgement. In their case, they got the short end of the stick- the god of war Tyr. His title was enough to tell you what exactly he did. He didn't bother searching for the culprit, not that he could even if he wanted to. Along with the power they inherited from the king, they shared in his aura. Basically, they were all the same. To try to find the culprit was akin to looking for a needle in a 6 feet fall haystack. So Tyr did what he did best. He declared war on them. To Lilith, the fool Vlad should have presented himself to save their race. There was no way he didn't know what had brought the Asgardians to their doorstep. But in his folly and ignorance that led him to believe they could win, he had joined the battle without saying anything. A fool's errand, was what it was. For even if they did survive Tyr's assault, they would eventually fall under the blade of the Asgardians that would follow in his stead. The ashamed Vlad had only confessed when they landed on this world, much to the fury of the king. He had let Vlad live, even in his anger. If only they weren't the only ones left, the idiot would have died.
"How long are you going to hold it against me?" Vlad asked bitterly. He really wanted to know what he could do to make things right.
"You have learned nothing since then. You still foolishly believe the king is all powerful. If Our Lord hadn't stopped you from killing those two Asgardians, we would surely have been buried here today." Lilith stated disdainfully. From her words, two things were made clear. The two Asgardians were alive. Two, Vlad hadn't changed.
"I didn't believe that Asgardians would be here. Who would?�� Vlad tried to defend himself, but Lilith was having none of it. "It doesn't matter. Nothing would bring back our people from the grave. If you can do that, then I would forgive you." Vlad remained silent at the words of his comrade. There was no way he could do that.
"You better pray that the information our master has is correct. That would be the only way to right your many wrongs" Vlad didn't ask for a breakdown on his many wrongs. Others may see it as one big mistake, but Lilith definitely wasn't one of them. To her, his first mistake was killing the scouts. The second mistake that followed was his refusal to give himself up. The sins that followed were uncountable, for every drop of blood that was spilled that day was accounted onto Vlad. It wasn't the first time he had been told this. And it wouldn't be the last. He could only hope that the information they had gotten was correct.
"How long till they locate us?" the young master posed the question to his father.
"Not how long Alucard. They are already here." He answered.
As if on cue, the mountain had its top blown off. It was a wondrous sight. For the large mountain now looked like an open volcano. All this was made possible by the huge bolts of lightning that descended prior to the 'renovation'. As for the blown off top, it was completely eradicated. Nothing remained of it. What was thought to be a cave was in reality the depths of the mountain itself! It was unknown how they did it, but the mountain was a hollow one, and their residence was deep within the grounds of this hollow 'pyramid'.
*BOOM*
Two imposing figures landed within their place of residence. With the top blown off, the entrance was easy, although it was important to note that even heaven realmers wouldn't be able to stick such a landing without a few minor injuries.
With the introduction of light, the features of the four hidden figures were made clear. All of them had deep black hair, and though it may sound impossible, two of them had a deeper shade of black than the other two. The only woman among them was very curvy, with a drool inducing appearance that would shake the soul of every man. She had a gorgeous face that would cause many belonging to her gender to feel aggrieved by the bias of the creator. The men were equally stunning, but two of them were much more attractive than the other one. These two looked very much alike, only differing in their body size, with one slightly bulkier than the other. The bulkier one was Alucard. Vlad was the one who paled before the others when it came to looks, not that he was by any means ordinary in appearance. Perhaps, anywhere else he would be highly sought after by women. But before the others, he was only average. As for the skinnier one, he was their master. He had a small smile on his face as he watched Thor approach.
"Are you the ones we seek?" Although Thor seemed to be asking, his overbearing nature made it obvious that he was certain that they were the ones he was after. Even if he remained still without making any movements, the thunderous clouds in the sky and the bolts of lightning that descended regularly at breath taking speed surely informed the group before him that the thunder god was in no mood to chat. Lilith struggled to stand under the pressure. The beads of sweat that graced her beautiful brows were a testament of her determination not to give in. Vlad was just as determined. It seemed that his ignorance and his strength were equal. Yet even under the immense pressure, Alucard and his father still had carefree smiles on their faces.
"You can still smile in this situation? Admirable" Even Forseti had to admit that he was impressed with what he was seeing. The determination of Lilith and Vlad was praiseworthy, and the calm nature of the other two was inspiring.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance" their master spoke. "I think we got off on the wrong foot", he continued elegantly. He stood under the pressure, and then he bowed slightly as he said,
"I am Dracula."