Reply With QuoteChapter Two
(Elsewhere,over 500 Years ago)
An orphaned Celt was taken in by a great ninja master. While the young child did not know why he was abandoned by his parents, he did not care for such trivial matters. All that mattered to him was learning the way of the ninja and slaughtering all those that the shogunate commanded.
After seven years of rigorous training, he was a fully trained Shinobi,capable of taking on any one... Of human descent, that was.
“Cadaveras De Sade,” the sensei, now an old man, spoke to his pupil, “You have made me proud, my son. You are no doubt the greatest ninja this world has ever seen. You have surpassed even me.”
Cadaveras bowed. “You honor me, sensei.”
“My child, I am old and soon to die. However, I know you'll do well to teach the next generation of ninja to be an unstoppable force!”
Many wars were fought under the command of Cadaveras, slaughtering thousands of ninja as well as swordsman loyal to the dynasty.
However, he would eventually meet his match.
In the dark of night in a grim forest, after a massive battle with a prefecture lord, he was approached two demonic looking entities.
What manner of warriors are these? The ninja inquired to himself.
One of them resembled a samurai, but far more demonic. “Stand back, Lord Mor. I can handle this one myself.”
The other, a monstrous dark night, only nodded.
Cadaveras poised himself for attack, ready to thrust his kodachi's at a millisecond's notice.
“I've heard all about you, Cadaveras De Sade. Grand master shinobi from a foreign land.”
The ninja arched an eyebrow. “Who the hell are you?”
He smirked. “Akira, berserker of Giro.”
It sounded all to familiar to the ninja. “I've heard of you.”
The berserker suggested, “Ah, then there's no need for us to get acquainted. The only thing to do is FIGHT!!”
Akira unsheathed his Zanbato with frightening speed.
Cadaveras barely managed to evade. How did he wield that sword with such speed and precision?
While the foreign ninja would fight valiantly, he would soon lose his stamina, while the berserker of Giro was unfazed by the weight of his armor or his massive blade.
The one known as Lord Mor chuckled. “You fight well. Perhaps there will be hope for you in death.”
The ninja didn't get time to register what he said before Akira, with lightning speed, appeared behind him and cut through his trapezes.
Cadaveras awoke to find himself in the throne room of a massive stone castle. Standing by his side was a demonic looking entity, who appeared he was made of fire.
“Cadaveras,I presume?”
“Indeed. Who might you be?”
“Surtur, infamous defiler of nuns.”
“Why am I here?”
“ Iam not entirely certain myself, but if we pass their test, we don't be sacrificed at Ragnarok.”
“Their test?”
Surtur pointed to the gigantic golden gates, which served as the main entrance to the corridor. Seven extremely demonic entities, including the ones known as Lord Mor and Akira, walked in single file to the thrones at the back of the room. There were eight smaller thrones,and one gigantic one. Lord Mor took his seat in the biggest chair.
“Surtur, Cadaveras,” Lord Mor addressed them, “I am ToroMor, the blackened Christ and undisputed master of the cosmos. You are here as we believe you worthy of being amongst our ranks.”
Cadaveras inquired, “Pardon?”
ToroMorc ontinued. “We of the Brotherhood of Doom have made enemies from all across time and space. Your first test will be to scout an encampment of the Church of Holy Templar. High Lord Purgatory Raven will be your leader on this mission.”
Purgatory Raven stood up from his throne. He was a tall man, very human in appearance, with long black hair and in a black trenchcoat. A demonic looking raven with glowing red eyes was perched on his shoulder. He approached the prodigies and stated, “We have high hopes for you, don't **** it up.”
(Elsewhere,present day)
Taila escorted Torg into what appeared an abandoned military installation.“This is Gungir HQ.”
“It looks... Deserted.”
“On the outside, yes. There's a secret elevator which goes several hundred meters to an underground bunker, that's where operations is.”
“Oh.”
After making their way down the elevator, they were greeted by an old manin a gold cape and mage hat. He also had an eye patch over one of hiseyes.
“This is Odin, our leader.”
Torg eyes went wide. “Odin, as in...”
The old man interrupted her, “The king of Asgard? Indeed, I am he.”
Another man, seemingly of Arabic descendant, introduce himself. “Mack Hassan, Combat coordinator. I just gotta say, you are damn fine.”
Taila butted in. “She's mine, you sexist male pig.”
He beamed. “Ah, so you've seduced her already, have you? That is so like you!”
“Go**** yourself,” Taila hissed.
There was another, a muscular blond man in camouflage pants.
“And that's Siegfried,” Taila pointed out, “He's our sharpshooter.”
He simply scoffed and walked off.
Torg was taken aback by his coldness. “Not very talkative, I see.”
“He's not so bad when you get to know him,” Taila stated.
“Bullshit,he's a ****in' neo nazi asshole,” Mack spat.
Torg wasn't optimistic as she thought, So this is supposed to the rag tag team of heroes that saves the world from the demon hordes?
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