[center][h3][color=ed1c24]Goehearth,
God of Anarchy[/color][/h3][/center]


[i][color=8dc73f]Nine Pm
New York National museum[/color][/i]

 "Hey Dave?" "What is it Jack?" "Why do we always get the sucky job of guarding the weapons exhibit?" "No damn clu-" *crack* "Dave?" *phew*

As the body of the guard hit the floor, the killers came out. Two men in black suits came into the exhibit and flanked the entrance. Then He entered. Goehearth, as a large brutish mob boss, came in with a evil, satisfied look on his face. He looked to his guards. [color=ed1c24]"Great job boys! You'll get first pick of one weapon from this exhibit for a friend of mine to fix up. Then call the others in to drag out the bodies and clean up."[/color] The guards went into a frenzy, their faces glowing with greed. "Thanks Boss! One question tho". Goehearth turned a step from the mace's case. [color=ed1c24]"Yes my loyal human guard?"[/color] The guard then gulped. "I know you got your memories and powers of a god back and all, so why use us to get your mace?" Goehearth simply cackled. [color=ed1c24]"Because I don't want my presence known just yet. I'm bringing in old friends and would like to find my siblings and children first."[/color] "Oh, that makes sense." and the guard started his looting. Goehearth then turned to [i]Vale Splitter[/i], his eyes glowing in anticipation. His broke the glass and picked it up with his right hand. Immediatly, it molded to it's former splendor. Metal flakes formed in mid air and reshaped the weapon, while the rust and corrosion fell off like a liquid. When it finally finished, a red glow came from the facets and it's transformation complete. Goehearth shivered and sighed in relief, knowing the magic he once knew came back to his hands. He decided he needed a 'reaffirmation' of it's power. He looked and saw his guards eyeing decent weapons, both actually having some magic to them. He then saw a museum guard at the entrance. [color=ed1c24]"Boys, it looks like we have a guest...bring him in so I can welcome him."[/color] The guards immediately made for the security officer, who they roughed up and dragged to their boss. The employee cowered in the shadow of Goehearth, and he smiled wickedly. [color=ed1c24]"Do you know who I am?
 and I mean [i]really[/i] know?"[/color] The man made a squeak then cleared his throat. "You're William the Troll, the crime boss known for his brutal victims." Goehearth laughed heartily. The guards laughed too. [color=ed1c24]"That is my current persona, but sadly no,
 you are incorrect. Tell, what do you know of the oldest known gods?"[/color] The man seemed confused. "Why only what I hear from the big-wigs. And all that is nothing but theories. Why?" Goehearth leaned forward [color=ed1c24]"Because we exist and you humans forgot"[/color] and he uppercut the man with the mace causing him to explode. He looked at his guards and said [color=ed1c24]"Bring in clean up and finish and leave in one hour. Leave no evidence."[/color] and with that left the museum

That's when he heard it.