@SlendyScott Rutherford, Jakob Frisk
Earth
Month TwoScott felt the disaster long before he actually found out what the disaster was. The huge headache and sense of imminent doom hanging over his head was part of the reason they'd gotten the Alfsteinn so quickly. He summoned the most atrocious void-beast he could and dropped it in the middle of the city. Snagging Belle's hand and running like hell for the entrance to the tunnel while the various fire spirits duked it out on the surface with the... tentacle thing. He wasn't sure what it was, but it screamed and wiggled like nobodies' business.
Unfortunately, making it past the fire spirits was not in fact the hard part. The tunnel led to guess where? The sewers! And in the absence of the light elves who had climbed out of the walls like giant smelly rats? Dark elves! Cruel, hungry, magical, dark elves. He was ashamed to admit that maybe the addictive demon magics had gone to his head and he had summoned
another squiggly thing. They made a dash through the sewers as the thing ate literally everything and hid in a room that just so happened to have more evil elves. Fighting them fairly that time had rewarded them with finding a door to the temple, which had taken literal weeks to traverse as sometimes Scott took whole days pouring over how to disarm one single spell.
Getting fed up with it all, he summoned another squishy thing inside the wards. It took the wards hours to kill the thing, which was trapped inside, but it weakened them enough Scott could just break them with no consequence. The Alfsteinn itself, a big beautiful green gem, was layered in so many binding spells he had simply shoved the thing into Belle's hands and jumped worlds, not bothering to even attempt cracking them here, and nor did he want to unless he had a way to control the flow first.
The duo- there were four of them, he kept forgetting- arrived to find Scott's home in Jotunheimen in total lock down and the wards severely diminished. They discovered a young German kid bent over a book muttering prayers to Occus, even though the boy was clearly not Fae he was not uninformed it would seem. He spun around at their entrance into the room, took one look at their singed clothes, Scott's glowing eyes, and the glowing orb in Belle's grasp and said in a small voice;
"Are they- is it gone?"Scott immediately turned to jelly on the inside. This kid had somehow found the tower, managed to get in it, had read the books if the shifted piles were any indication, and then been attacked and activated the tower's securities on his own. Poor kid was in a state if the barely restrained tears were at all telling. Using scrying techniques Scott managed to get a grasp of all that had changed in their absence. All of the realms were dark; Wickedeisos had screamed at him when he tried opening a portal, and the Asgard attempt had simply fizzled into wild magic that burnt the floor slightly.
Aliens- yes,
aliens, had made contact and then suddenly became violent, destroying near thirty cities across the world and subjugating others. A goddess was all over the news, having revealed herself to the Humans. Something called an 'Amgarrack' was being desperately searched for by Human governments. The Fae were panicked because Occus had gone silent and literally everyone was under attack, at least twenty safe houses had gone dark and his scrying revealed only burnt husks, collapsed towers, and piles of bodies. He was relatively sure he'd caught a glimpse of Eurus battling Boreas over the ruins of Moscow, and the news was warning of a massive blizzard in that region, so he was probably right.
For the most part Scott just stood over his desk, staring at the bowls of water showing him destruction across the world.
Even worse, the kid wanted his parents, though he'd attempted to play it cool it was quite clear he was scared out of his mind.
@OtomostheCrazy@Ace of flames01Aden felt gratitude well in him, the Fae had low opinions of most gods, and most gods had low opinions of the Fae, but these two were alright. "I fear what we will find," he said stoically, "but if there are clues to be found, it will be in
Hexstirn." He gestured to the tunnel entrance.
Many of the surviving Fae were enraptured by their surroundings, having not dreamed of seeing this place before their deaths. Many just plopped down at the tunnel entrance, too hesitant to actually venture into the city they knew lay beneath the mountain. So it was only Aden, now unshifted from his werewolf form, who led the goddesses into the mountain. "It shouldn't be far, a straight path to the throne room I think. Khulekani spoke of it once." Aden muttered, mostly to himself.
The high ceiling was suddenly towering over them, and the rows of empty buildings on all sides stretched into the distance. A massive city beneath the mountain, but it was totally empty. Aden couldn't help think it must be lonely here, and that was why Occus spent so much time chasing mortals to tempt to the Fae.
The largest building was upon them in no time, and a horrible smell caught Aden's nose. The smell of ozone, like after a lightning strike, and the dark magic was palpable and tense, gathered but unreleased. Then a small he'd never smelt before, except once, very recently... His eyes turned to Rhona's wound and his face paled rapidly. The smell was of an immortal's blood, or whatever it was.
He charged forward, through the entryway and into the throne room, throwing open the large double doors to the throne room. His howl of anguish bounced off the walls and throughout the cavern like the haunting wail of a banshee. He collapsed to his knees, unable to look away.
Occus lay sprawled on his back in the center of the room, all around him was a puddle of glowing golden liquid, still wet, the physical manifestation of his lost life force. His eyes stared unseeingly up at some unseen attacker, hatred and agony having been smoothed from his face in death. A huge wound ripped open his chest, and within was an empty space where the Heart had rested. "The Heart!" Aden cried out in both fury and desolation. "They took The Heart..."
Vitovlad
New England, United States
Month TwoHe had escaped Asgard, but not his pursuers. He ran for so long he lost track of where he was, and then he was pinned down by Huitzilopochtli. Both being gods of fire they slugged it out in a firestorm of rage and chaos. The sun fueled the aztec god's attacks, but Vito matched the power by adding an extra spark to each of his own attacks. Soon a massive storm was growing on the American north west coast, only fueling the magical fires further. Tornados of flame went spinning across the continent, and fire rained like meteors everywhere. The destruction was catastrophic, the very sea beginning to boil from the heat.
Vito was too tired to keep up though, and soon he was pinned. Huitzilopochtli shoved his hand into Vito's chest, prompting the god's pain to further fuel the flames around them. Vito knew in that second that the risen god was going to steal his power, and a spark of hatred and vengeance only gave him one option. At least this way his death didn't end in his soul being consumed.
He exploded in a ball of fire, lightning, and light. the world physically shuddered as both deities were destroyed, volcanoes erupted across the surface of the planet, even as far as the other side of the world where no volcano had been previously. Firestorms and freak storms of super charged electricity still raged across the North American continent relentlessly, fueled by two gods' deaths.
Such an event as this clued even the slow mortals in; the gods were at war on this planet, and no one was safe from the consequences.
