"Look at the readings you took of the Final Host. They're teeming with the exact same energy as these #########." — Black Panther (T'Challa)
???? POV
In the great void, emptiness reigns. Save for the unknowable, inexplicable life that somehow exists without homeland, without sustenance. We voicelessly utter secrets that would destroy the sanity of lesser life forms.
We are The Celestials. Created of the First Firmament. Witnesses to the birth of all. We watch each civilization, from primordial to transcendent.
We test.
We prod.
We observe.
And We as the Celestial Prime, pass Judgment.
The one with the name of one of our eternals in Midgard, the scion of Odin, possesses the potential to change cosmic plans and has been deemed an asset to the continuity of the birth and destruction of life on the cosmic scale. His potential is important to the continued balance of the laws of reality.
The godling is an aberration.
A wildcard that might and will change the course of the never ending cosmic war against THEM.
THEY know this.
THEY will stop at nothing to take out the youngling for he is a threat to THEIR continued existence.
THEY will snuff out embers of his light before he gets the chance to glow.
The Scion must be protected at all cost.
Even at the cost of my fellow celestials as casualty is an inevitable part of War.
It is a small price to pay for a chance to change the tides of the never ending cosmic war against THEM.
This is Our Judgement. So says Arishem!
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All-Father Odin Bohrson POV.
Everything was at peace. My subjects have never being happier. My Imperial life was great.
Being blessed with 3 more sons I couldn't be more proud of and a queen whom I love with every iota of me.
For an old soul like me, who finally found peace after carving a bloody path of destruction with my daughter Hela, waging centuries of war through the 9 realms thereby, elevating my dynasty to the sovereignty it's has enjoyed for thousands of years.
This could be likened to Valhalla on the mortal realm for me.
I should be happy.
I should rule with no worries and pass down the throne to the promising next generation.
But by the Norns, I can't!!
Why Odin?
Why can't you live in the moment?
The Nine Realms have never being more peaceful...
Therein my problem lies.....
By Bohr's moldy shorts, It's too damn peaceful!!!
Call me paranoid, but in my experience, moments like this are usually the calm before the storm.
My father King Bohr (May he never run out of feasts in Valhalla) always told me, "A wise king does not seek war, but must always be prepared for it".
My one good eye keeps twitching and that's not a good sign from my experience.
It's high time I stretch these old bones.
Something is Coming. I don't know when, but it is...
And I will be prepared. By the All-Fathers, I will!
May the Kings before me have mercy on my enemies, because I, Odin , have no mercy left to spare to any threat towards my family.
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Zhared - Na POV(The Atlantean Sorceress - Supreme || Gil's Besto Friendo)
Not a day goes by without me blessing the day I met the great teacher or Gil as I fondly call him.
He doesn't like it when I call him that, I get the feeling, I'm the only one he's ever allowed to address him that way. Something about it being too cute for someone as majestic as him.
Awwwwwww....
I wear it like a badge of honor and when I told him, he looked at me with that cherubic face of his and told me to wear it in silence, with a smile on his face.
I feel like there's an inside joke, I'm missing... (A/N: Familiar??)
Bad Gil, always trying to act mysterious, like he isn't mysterious enough....
I swear he pulls the most crazy of all stunts, my favorite so far was him making Dormammu so angry, that he vomited blood from Gil's mere presence (Hehe....Didn't know realm lords could do that.)
Gil called it the Chinese-Young-Master-Epiphany-Syndrome.
I know what you're thinking.... Stupid right?
Well I said the same thing, but the gave me that look of an unparalleled master standing at the peak of the world, who was disappointed in his disciple while stroking his non-existent beard. (I knew letting him hang out with those old fogeys from the Hong Kong Sanctum was a bad idea. beard stroking jerks....)
Like I was unable to comprehend the profundity of what he named The Dao Of Bullshitting.
I don't know what bull-shitting means because its one of the many odd words he uses. But I've got the feeling no Dao should be called that.
I was deep in my thoughts of when I felt a weird dissonance amongst dimensions.
"That's not good" I muttered
Let's hope it's nothing serious and just something like a mini-convergence.