2056. Earth was about to be overwhelmed by the Arcanans, a demonic religious sect slaughtering all who refuse to adhere to their absolute authority, or the authority of their supposed God-chosen Patriarch. However, two would stand against them, a women intent on preserving her family's sacred martial arts teachings, and a man, self-proclaimed descendant of Aasgardian King Odin.
Death by Gungir ... Chapter One
At an unnecessarily large mansion on the outskirts of San Francisco...
“Where have I gone wrong in raising you? There is nothing more you could do to disgrace our family honor further by joining a Triad!”
“I never asked to be to be a study nerd! Because of you, all I ever got to do was academics and martial arts... and effectively, it's made my social life non-existent!”
It seemed to be an argument between an elderly man and his daughter. The man was grayed, quite skinny, and dressed in a white gi and black belt.
The woman was extravagant, if not divine. Silky skin with a natural light tan, dark brown with a bit of a almond shape, straight and shimmering light brown hair, an hourglass frame, and an innocent face. It would suffice to say she was of Southeast Asian descent, or specifically, a Chinese and Malay mixture. Her attire, pink button up shirt, khaki pants, brown steel toe boots, while not exactly revealing, only showing off a bit of cleavage, was unusually tight, molded to her perfect body. She also whore cucumber scented perfume mixed with pheromones, which would drive young men insane.
“Fine, whore yourself out to thugs, live a life of crime, but don't expect me to spend the family fortune to bail you out of jail or support your dirty thug lover's child when you get impregnated!”
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Elsewhere, a man rode through the busy streets on a chopper. He stood two meters tall, with impossible muscularity; long and silky silver blond hair, cerulean eyes, and bronze skintone. His attire was black vinyl pants, steel boots, and a wife beater. He was a complete monster in stature, but even more amazing than his brute appearance, was his brutal strength.
He pondered, 'San Francisco, eh? What a shithole. It figures my old nemesis would live in such a place.'
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Minutes later, he pulled into the stupidly large drive way of a stupidly large and luxurious mansion.
On the steps sat an incredibly gorgeous woman of Southeast Asian descent, who appeared quite miffed.
'Who's that?' she pondered.
When he came closer, he couldn't help but admire her divine beauty. 'There's no way that could be his daughter, I just can't figure someone as goofy looking as him being related to such a goddess.'
The woman couldn't help but admire his absurdly masculine appearance. 'Not bad... for a cracker.'
“Excuse me, good lady, is this the home of the former Undisputed Martial Arts League champion?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, that would be my father.”
“I don't see resemblance.”
She beamed. “I'm glad you see it my way! The name's Tiara.”
“Oh? What is your REAL name?”
She spat, “that's none of your damn concern!”
“I see.”
“Anyway, what business do you have with my father?”
“Well, this might sound strange, but I am the one who defeated your father and took his title several years back, and I wanted to personally offer him a rematch.”
“I know who you are, but quite frankly, I find your showing up here unannounced like this very rude! Because of you, my adolescence was spent being forced into a life of traditional Asian nerdiness by my father, I never got a chance to be what I wanted.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You've turned my father into such a bitter person when you took his title, and as a result, I've lived nothing short of a traumatic life.”
The beast of a man grinned. “I'm flattered.”
She scowled. “****ing cracker, leave now before I cave your face in!”
“I would be interested to see you attempt such...”
“That's it, I'm going to ****ing kill you!” Tiara got up on her feet, ready to pound the living hell at whatever stood in her self-righteous path.
“Tiara, that's enough!”
“Long time, no see, Jin.”
“Pardon my daughter's hostility, Vlok,” the middle age man said politely, though he seemed to be forcing said politeness.
“It's no problem.”
“Unfortunately, as much as I do wish to take my title back, I am too old and too weak.”
Tiara scorned, “you're just going to let this cracker win?”
“No. Vlok, while I am incapable of defeating you, my daughter is more than capable of such.”
Tiara was confused. “What?”
“She has surpassed me in almost every manner. Speed, focus, and yes, even ki flow. I regret doing so, but I've forced her into becoming the ultimate fighter, at the cost of her livelihood.”
Vlok sarcastically snickered. “Quite touching.”
“Father?”
Jin knelt before Tiara. “I'm sorry, I made you waste your adolescence, forcing you to avenge my pride. And look where it's led you. Sleeping around with Triads, getting impregnated, and while I try to lay blame elsewhere, it's really all my fault.”
'How did he know that I was pregnant?' Tiara pondered.
“Pardon me for interrupted the tender family moment, but when am I going to get my fight?”
“My daughter is capable of defeating you, but she's not ready. She recently turned 18 and is a month pregnant, so she's too young and it's not proper to expose an unbirthed child to unnecessary danger. Give her three years, she'll defeat you and lay waste to your dream of world domination.”
“Very well, three years.”
He revved his bike but just before he retreated, he decided to raise the stakes. “If she manages to defeat me, I'm assuming she's going to kill me to prevent my empire from surfacing, correct?”
“Indeed she will,” Jin monotonously replied.
“Well then, when I win, she will be my wife. You have raised the most beautiful women I've ever seen, and I will lay claim to her, so until then...”
He rode off into the setting sun...
“You knew I was pregnant?”
“Yes, any Hadou master could tell there is new life growing inside you, if they bothered paying attention that is.”
“I'm sorry.”
“You have no idea who the father is, do you?”
Tears began to stream down her face. “Not quite. I've slept with quite a few of them, but... well, I think I do have an idea of who it is.”
“Who?”
“Fei Chun, the don of the U.S. Triad branch.”
“I'm surprised you were even accepted into the Triad, considering we're part Malay in addition to Chinese.”
“Sleeping with him was the condition. He said my tainted Malay blood made me exotic.”
“I wouldn't put it like that, but you are a very desirable woman, just like your mother before you. It's a shame that you had to degrade yourself by bedding Triads.”
“I really soiled the family name, huh?”
“No, I'm the one at fault, by forcing you to avenge my lost pride. You, on the other hand, are good. You are holy, and I am so proud to have given you life.” He then embraced her.
“Oh daddy.” She returned his embrace.
Three years would go by quickly. She would train herself vigorously in the art of Hadou. However, Vlok trained vigorously as well.
All the while, someone beat the madman to the punch. Within the three years, a new cult emerged, and in great numbers, leaving governments and their respected military forces in shambles. They were the Arcanans, mages who manipulated hadou to their most twisted desires and wished to cleanse the Earth in the most efficient way: eradicating mankind.
End Chapter One.
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