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 different. They clearly had the group of blood suckers in their grasp, so their words made no sense. Of course, they only made no sense when in reference to the two gods. For there was no way that statement was directed at them. Those who thrived in the darkness were clearly talking about something else.
"Yes, my liege." Lilith didn't beat about the bush. She immediately acknowledged the words of her master and began to chant in a strange tongue. Forseti didn't have any reaction to her chanting. He could feel no ill intent from the pretty thing that casted her magic in a tongue seemingly more archaic than 'the lease' itself. If they had any strong misgivings towards him, he would have felt it. Not because his senses were that astute, but his glow gave him such an ability. As long as their fate was tied to his, he would be able to sense all their emotions. From joy, all the way to lust. He didn't think much of it, but Thor did.
"How is possible?" Thor mumbled in disbelief. His surprise was displayed for all to see, for his bulging eyes and open mouth were surely a sight to behold. To baffle the great Thor was an honour only a few could boast of. It wasn't just a collector's item, but a collection of the highest level.
"What is it uncle?" Forseti asked curiously. There were a few things that could startle a god like Thor so, and Forseti was itching to know what one of these things was. Even in this situation, the god of justice still didn't move a muscle to stop them.
Thor didn't reply his nephew- not openly at least. It didn't take a genius to realise that he had communicated with Forseti via their thoughts, for the younger god's reaction was no different from his uncle's, if not more exaggerated.
"Impossible" Forseti mumbled, yet the appearance of the two Asgardians they had deemed dead in the next few seconds subverted what he considered as impossible. What Thor had told Forseti was simple, "The black book called to me. Turgot and Varangot are still alive."
This was the reason for their twisted expressions. The black book wasn't omnipotent, but it seldom lied. When it included the names of the two fallen, the gods hadn't doubted its words in the least. But now this very same book had erased the names it had given, considering its previous action a mistake and its text null. For the two gods who had never-in the countless years they had lived- experienced such an error, it was hard to accept. It wasn't that the black book had erred, but the people before them clearly had a way of deceiving this book. It was a fascinating piece of information.
Alucard, the prince who rarely smiled, had a pleased look on his face witnessing the reactions of the two gods before him. They had no idea how the Asgardians recorded their death, but they didn't need to know it to go around it. Every race that ruled over a heaven realm, had their own way of discovering the dead. These ways were closely guarded secrets, unknown to any outsider. So it wasn't a surprise for these races to be alerted when one of them was lost. In fact, every powerful race, regardless of whether they ruled the heavens or not, had a way of being informed when one of their own dies. Even their race was no different.
It was due to such knowledge, and the boredom of spending three millennia under a mountain, that encouraged the group to develop a technique that bypassed this norm. It had only been perfected a few centuries ago. And they were certain that no one would ever be able to achieve what they had. For many had tried, long before they did. Some had wasted centuries, others millennia, and some millions of years. And they had all failed. They had only succeeded because they were special. They had a different way of accessing chaos, and that was the only way they had seen success. Even then, with their superior intellect it took them so long to get it right. Who would have known that they would have the chance to test it on some of the most powerful beings in the universe so soon?
"How do you know how to nullify our senses?" Thor questioned sternly. He needed to know if those before him had in any way learned about the black book. They knew that the spell placed upon this mountain took away the clarity of most. It wouldn't be surprising if the vampires had asked about their secrets from the helpless duo that now lay unconscious at their feet. As for where they appeared from, Thor would leave that question for later.
"Appease your anger, Thunder God. We didn't ask any more than we should. We only sought to know whom it was they served, and what it was they sought. No other requests were made." Lilith was the one to reply this time, her melodious voice like the sweet notes of the flute, refreshing and breath taking.
Thor nodded at their words. To be honest, he wasn't really concerned about the black book. It was a secret known to only the gods. Asgardians only knew that they had a way of recording their death; as for the how, they were in the dark. The main reason he had asked the question was to find out just how much they knew. It was a way of telling the four before him that he would likely spare them for keeping their fighting arms to themselves when they came across the two unconscious Asgardians. Initially, when he had stormed the mountain with Forseti, he had no intentions of letting them live, hence he didn't bother to ask any questions. It was different now. He was basically saying, "I will let you off today." And they understood his words.
"Thank you, Thunder God." The now upright Dracula lightly bowed in thanks, and his entourage followed suit. They thanked in all earnestness, for they could feel that Forseti had deemed them innocent. The god of justice had severed his string of fate, choosing not to take their lives.
"How do you possess such an ability? And what language was that?" Forseti asked.
"We spent all our time seeking to cloud the senses of the gods. After all, we had to have something to do in our boredom. I can't say anymore. I'm sorry, Just One." Dracula lightly answered.
"No worries. We all have our secrets." After finding out that the Asgardians were safe, Forseti had become much more reasonable. Although to be fair, he was plenty reasonable already, that is, if we are to ignore the glow he used on them.
"Thank you for your understanding, Just One" This time, it was Alucard who thanked the god on his father's behalf.
"But this isn't what you wanted to tell us. Speak, we will listen." Thor calmly stated as he sat upon an uneven rock that lay behind him, all the while tossing Mjolnir up and down nonchalantly. Forseti sat as well. They were aware that the people before them had lured them out. After all, why go through the trouble of inviting forces that would decimate your hiding place if you didn't have something worthwhile to say.
"Indeed. It concerns what you seek" Dracula spoke calmly, his feet still firmly on the ground with no intention of giving them some rest. His people were the same
"You should sit. That is the least we can offer you after destroying your home." Forseti gestured to the numerous rocks and boulders all around, fragments of the mountain they had pulverised and evidence that there was a rooftop initially.