Turning our heads, my mind fell blank as Sif, one of our strongest warriors, fell into the arms of Arsene wailing like a lost child.
"I didn't, please I only wanted him to love me, " She whimpered, balling in the arms of the Devil. "I needed his love; I needed it. I just wanted him to love me again. To hold me like he did when we were young." she rushed to say, hoping for some kind of forgiveness.
"But he did it again, didn't he?" Arsene muttered, stroking her hair, his hollow eyes peering towards me in amusement, "What of Astrid's mother? Didn't he have his fill of her? And she doesn't even remember, does she?"
Turning to my brother, I watched his jaw sink, "How does he know of that? I was careful." Thor muttered, peering towards Arsene.
"Did you hear that, Sif? Thor was careful, but wait, didn't you help too?" Arsene asked, lifting her chin with a warm expression. Even with his face covered in blood, and gore I had never seen such a pure expression upon his face. "Yes, that's right. You poisoned her apple tree. You led her towards his camber and had..."
"Please don't please! Don't say it." Sif, unable to hide her guilt fell towards the ground, yet Arsene was there to catch her. He wiped her tears away like a caring friend.
"Sif, why did you do it?" He asked, sending chills down our spines. This... was this the same monster from before? "You stripped her bare, a god of innocence. And tossed her towards thor, knowing fully what would happen. She begged, didn't she? Even under the drugs, she kept on begging to stop till the end."
Gripping thors collar tighter, my heart began to bleed as I turned towards the true monster, "she was your family. For what reason did you do this? Was Idun not enough? You went after her daughter?"
"No need to answer," Arsene said, " I am sure Sif will tell us, won't you? I am sure you will tell us why? Why he wanted Idun and her daughter."
"Don't make me," Sif muttered, unable to open her eyes.
"No, my dear, please don't cry. Embrace it. You're more of a monster than he is, don't you think? You started to enjoy it, didn't you? Enjoy bringing him a woman, or at least you did when he had an interest in you. You loved it when he stroked your hair, called your name, kissed your cheek."
"Release me!" Thor bellowed, but my grip quickly fell upon his throat. "I WILL KILL HIM! NOW!"
"I can give you his love," Arsene said, causing both Thor and I to freeze. "I will make it, so all you can do is feel his touch. You will feel his touch every day; all you have to do is accept me. Accept my name and will."
"NOOOOOOO!" I screamed, rushing towards them, but a large scarred minitour appeared, gipping a demonic ax that dripped with the blood of my kind. Leaping away in haste, space all around Midgard shattered. Snorting flames from his nose, he stumped upon the ground, skidding its hooves and forth like a bull waiting to strike.
"A Worthy Foe! I am Arkcius, Second Son of Ekthus," He roared, sending tremors through space.
Shivering, my heart trembled at the monster before me. He was powerful, I was a Mid god, but he could definitely battle me evenly as a New God.
"Thor!" I shouted as the god of thunder and lightning shot forth, trying our hardest to get past this thing but, our bodies froze when over thirty demons appeared, all of them overflowing with the power of a new God. However, none of them were more powerful than Arkcius... Except one, who remained by Arsene's side, watching me like a hawk.
"You will accept, won't you? The memories of his love? The warm feeling of his touch, I could give you it all, my dear. All of it, and much much more." He said, placing his palm out.
Looking into the warm, trusting eyes of the Devil, I observed the stillness eyes of Sif.
"STOP HER!" Thor screamed towards the Gods of both sides, "HE WILL DESTROY EVERYTHING!"
Shaking his palm, clearly not in the right state of mind, the warm gleam within the Devil's eyes vanished when it returned.
The hysterical laugh that sent my soul into a state of fear. What happened? Arsene, what are you becoming? I know you were a monster, but this... this is not normal. I have seen the aftermath of the demons and devils during the war, but what you are doing is different.
"Welcome to Veaveictus, and to fulfill my end, I shall make it so that every touch of a man or woman you have will feel like Thors. From here on out, you shall be responsible for relieving my men. You will be our new whore! A fitting role, don't you think, thor? I wonder how it will feel to watch your wife fucked senseless calling your name before billions." He shouted when all of a sudden Sif vanished, leaving only the horrid laughter of this thing.
"Truly redefines the meaning of cockhold." He scornfully said, turning around only to turn back, "You know why stop there? Sif is a god; I am sure all of her followers will enjoy getting their fill? I wonder what happens when a mortal dominates the god they pray to... or maybe Sif will dominate them showing them a true divinity. "
"I will fucking kill you!" Thor howled with everything he had, showering the nine realms with the Odin force. However, the Devil was not in the least impressed. He simply eyed me, and his gaze said it all.
Drawing my sword and shield, my eyes turned icy as I glared at Arsene. "THOR! LET'S GO!!"
Nodding in agreement, thor and I charged towards the minitours; however, just when thor was about to strike, I flickered behind him, my sword piercing through his spine into his gut. Twisting my blade, I whispered, "I do not ask for forgiveness, for this is what you deserve!"
Thor was a mighty warrior, but even if we had our disagreements, I was a god of justice, and betrayal is not usually in my description. Nevertheless, thor trusted me; letting his guard down will be the last thing he ever does. For Idun!
Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Thor, horrified, screamed, shooting his ax towards my head, but with a jerk of my sword, my blade curled, splitting open a large portion of his stomach. Groaning in a wimping cry, thor dropped his ax, trying to hold in his organs from spilling out.
"MAGNI, MODI," He Cried to the heavens, "BALDER, HELP YOUR KING!"
Lowering my blade, I looked towards Arsene but saw nothing. He was gone. Returning to his slaughter.
Turning my gaze towards the army of Demons watching me, I gripped my sword. Arsene, even in this state... he has everything within the palms of his hands.
Raising my sword, I gazed upon the weeping King, "Goodbye Thor."
DING!