Far west in a barren flat land a small army of monsters marched onto a God’s temple, extremely overwhelmed the God was begging for his life inside his temple to the leader of the monster army…who was indeed the biggest monster of them all.
Ahti the Finnish God stared out the door of his temple, the Water God too scared to confront Ares. Ahti looked like a runt version of Zeus, as if he was maybe a sibling, but without any of the intimidating features of him.
“Come on out Ahti! Come out so I can end that stupid pointless immortal life of yours.” Ares yelled outside Ahti’s temple.
Ares was wearing the big shiny red armor that he always wore, he was large in every sense, but with the armor it made him appear much thicker than he really was. His eyes were glaring at the temple, with his arms crossed on his chest. Ares monster army he has collected were too fearful to get too close to him, never directly looking at him. He held a death stare and a twisted smile that was barely seen through his helmet.
The Minotaur was smashing Ahti’s champion under his foot with its weight as the small man screamed out for his God to come out and save him. More and more monsters surrounded the temple in the barren wasteland.
Ahti with defeated small steps, went outside of his temple until he was a few feet in front of Ares, he went to his knees begging to spare his life.
“Please Ares! Mercy! I will…I will…join you! Yes, join you in anything. Please! Let me help you Ares!” He cried.
Ares looked at the pathetic God and ignored his pitiful plea. Unfortunately he isn’t able to physical hurt anyone with the rules, these monsters don’t know that, if they did they would probably kill him instantly, fear is what keeps these monsters from even thinking about it, as long as he has fear he has power. He did desperately wanted to kick him and shove a sword down his throat, but if he tried it his leg would just freeze before contact, out of his control.
“Look Ahti…You’re ranked 38th, you are nothing to me. You have poor judgement as well. Your champion…look at him. He’s like 5 foot. He’s not even a dwarf, but I’m pretty sure he’s legally a midget. I really have no clue what you were thinking. He probably eats pizza with pineapple on it, weak genetics.”
Ahti looked to his right at his champion’s face, still alive with blood coming out his eyes and mouth, he still had some energy in him trying to push the monster off, Minotaur still had his hoof on his guts, squishing his insides. Ares began to walk to his prized monster, as if showing off a new car to him.
“Now this…THIS is power! He isn’t no pineapple pizza type of guy; he’s more of a meatlovers type.” He smiles
As if that was the signal for go, the Minotaur roared fiercely and took his other hoof smashing the followers head, then took steps toward the Water God. Grabbed his body by the torso as the God screamed, the Minotaur savored the flavor by licking his head before he took a bite. Chewing the head and then spitting it out.
The monsters watching the event let out audible “Oh fuck…” in their languages as the head rolled on the floor.
The former God’s body started cracking and puffed away just like the Champion Coin, except this time into a purple crystal, inside you can see Ahti’s soul trapped in it like a prison, after a few moments it shot into air and out of sight.
“Very interesting, so that’s what happens when you die.”
Ares viewed the temple of his former opponent, the water banner turned into the red banner with the helmet of Ares on it, his symbol. Ares entered the room and saw the map. It now has two symbols on it, he now owns two temple locations, he put his hand on the map of his first location on the symbol. As light flashed around him he was back at his starting temple, inside the camp he built from the Olympus Coin income he received two days before. Ares viewed Ahti’s name turn red and went off the list, Ares rank also went above Thor’s and took his spot at rank 1.
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Cities in this new world had organized crime just like on Earth, in some ways you could say they are the ones that really run the city. One God knew all too well for he had his fun in the 1920s-1960’s running the Italian mob in the United States. With his temple located not far in the outskirts of a city called Aldren.
This night the King of Aldren hosted the God, the King was fearful of the new crime boss, stories of his brutality over the city uniting all gangs under him. At the large banquet, the God sat at the King’s table, most of the attendees sitting at the tables were nobles, but the real reason they became nobles because they ruled over the many gangs in the city. The God with his pale skin, black oily hair, and slightly red eyes kept the same half smile while he talked to the King, while every once in a while grabbing a comb to slick his hair back. The King was a middle-aged man, his hair thinning and overweight.
“Well Loki, I just felt I should welcome you to our great city formally, and that in the royal castle you will always be welcomed to visit.” King Fredrick said.
“Say, that is real nice of ya King. I gotta tell ya, I really like this city. Good place for a upstart like myself.” Loki said. He was very fond of sounding like an old mobster, even though it was somewhat stupid.
The King muffled his voice a little, as he leaned closer to the God, so others will not hear.
“I’ll cut to the real reason I wanted to see you, I got most of this room on a pay roll not to cause problems for me, and I could give you quite a large fortune to do the same, make you a lord yourself.” The king whispered, with an assuring smile.
Loki started laughing very loud. Very prolonged laughing that caused everyone in the room to become silent while listening to him laugh. The King confused of his actions knew that Loki couldn’t afford to do anything foolish to him, he would be killed instantly from all the guards he has surrounding the party.
“Don’t pity me with your gold and titles. I don’t require such things. You didn’t stick to the program King! You were supposed to take my offer that I was going to give you, which was to shut up and let me take over! I’m already tired of your boring games!”
Loki made a knife shape in his hand, and slid it near his throat, signaling a kill. The royal guards near the King thrusted there weapons toward Loki to kill the God. They were stopped by a Beastman that looked like a Panther standing on two legs, with Loki’s magic the champion inherited, he was able to be invisible for about an hour at a time, long enough for him to enter the building and guard his God. The Panther with his two daggers sliced through the royal guards like butter. The crowd of nobles watched as the panther stepped behind the King, he was still sitting in his chair, all his royal guards killed. The rest of the normal guards did nothing but watched.
“What are you doing? Help me!” The King yelled.
The guards still did nothing. Loki started clapping his hands smiling at the crowd then to the King.
“You know how you said you got the goons of this town on a payroll? Me too. Same with most of your guards. See? This is my city now.”
The King realizing his certain doom looked behind him at the giant panther growling right behind him. He stood up trying to climb over the table away from him. The beast stabbed the back of the king’s head through his mouth. Killing the once ruler of Aldren. Loki who had a toothpick started getting the pieces of chicken in his teeth from the dinner.
“Alright all you, get outta here!” Loki ordered.
The nobles, which most of them followers to Loki left the hall, some of Loki’s guards stayed behind to clean up the dead bodies. The Beastman stayed as well.
“Fang”
“What’s up?” Fang answered with a deep monotone voice that seemed to shake the air.
“I’m not a bad dude right?”
“Ehh, not really my call to make boss.”
“Come on you can be honest with me, I can’t be the bad bad guy right? Like there are totally worse ones out there than me, I just like having fun! Honest!”
“How am I suppose to know the other God’s? Also I’m not a good judge of character, I just stabbed this guy in the back of the head. That’s some bad guy stuff right there. He’s not even that bad of a King honestly, he lowered taxes quite a bit.” Fang walked off after that, he gets moody like that sometimes after he kills a bunch of people.
“…”
Loki spent a good amount of time that night in the King’s bedchamber banging the now widowed Queen, she wanted it of course, I’m not that bad of a guy. After that, he spent some time thinking how he wants to go forward, and gave a good hard look at himself. He’s tired of playing the villain, it’s too predictable, I think it’s time to switch it up and do a lot of good stuff, like be honest, people would be like “whaaaaaa! He kept his word, no way!”. Ah yes, I can’t wait to see their faces!