The Goddesses of Asgard

The goddesses that are now as the Valkeyre could not carry Bob’s body to Valhalla; he has been stolen from them. They have streaks of Bob’s blood on their clothing. That with his shattered body is all that is left of their precious Odin. The three killers are brought to the Premier. They are Mongolians of huge, muscular stature. They have received some rough treatment from the soldiers but nothing serious. The Premier tells China that he will handle this quickly, himself. They are terrorists and a message will be sent to their fellow cutthroats. Raven implores the Premier to allow her to speak to the terrorists. The Premier objects at first. After She pleads through China as the wife of the murdered man, he relents. What reason would these men have to take God’s gift of life from another man? Bob was given 31 years to make his mark on Humanity, and he did. He helped so many people and he may have been able to help many more in another 31 years; but we shall never know that. Three men passed judgement on Odin and left no room for appeal. It will never be known if he was the target or the Premier. There was a time when Mary would have welcomed her Odin’s fate for herself; but for the past few years with her Odin, death is the only respite she could see in the pain of living. Now there is a four year old son that has only one parent and he will need her more now since his father is gone. The three large men stand side by side, hands restrained, but with a defiant look on each of their faces. Raven swiftly approaches them, and she doesn’t care about their cause. They are amused at the western woman trying to scare them into thinking she’s a demon. She looks more like a buffoon to them. She requests their bonds be removed. She asks China to translate for her. The man on the left end says, “I understand English, you clown.” The three men are sneering at her. She has a streak of their victim’s blood on the front of her white robes and down each arm. She glides to the man on the left end. She puts her hands on his chest. He is half a head taller than Raven and probably twice her weight. The demons that have slept within her look at the tormented soul of Mary and are forced to hide themselves from her now. She no longer asks for the tornado to fly to her aid; she has become the long forgotten tornado. Any being in this life or the next has reason to fear her at this time. Sable looks on and can feel the air temperature drop a few degrees. A sudden chill runs through her body, and fear. She is not afraid for herself; but she can tell Raven is going to do something. A dark oppressive being is emerging to raise havoc with these three men; not that she would want to prevent them from receiving their payment for murdering Odin. She knows she will not want to observe what happens in the next minute. Raven’s right hand moves down to his male member and massages it. As a goddess of Asgard there is no problem in causing this little mortal to get an erection. The audience is stunned. As his organ starts to react, she quickly separates his testes from the rest of his body. He pushes her away and reaches for his bloody groin; she pulls one of his arms and slams his elbow, shattering it. She then spins around and slams her foot into the middle man’s knee, dropping him to the ground. Her clawed hand grabs his throat and rips it out in a spray of blood. She the faces the third man who grabs her just in time to feel the bite of her knee to his crotch. His throat erupts in a bloody spray as she holds his Adam’s apple in her grip. She returns to the first man, kneeling on the ground and holding his bloody groin, and smashes his nose. That makes his head lift up long enough for her to remove the front of his neck in another spray of blood. She stands there looking as her victims writhe on the ground. They will choke on their own blood for the next few minutes. When the last man stops moving; she walks up to each one and spits down their open necks. She turns to face the Premier and her party. Her white robes are totally covered in blood now. Her face is red with the blood of her victims. There isno expression on her face: even her eyes lack any expression. If her eyes are the windows to her soul; then Raven’s core is nothing more than an empty vacuum. Her red hair is matted with the sanguine fluid. It is as though she has taken a shower in blood. The two inch fingernails on her hands are dripping blood and small pieces of organic material hang from under her fingernails. Before them all is the Harbinger of Death. This bloody apparition is not like the goddess of war, with the ferocity of confrontation or the heat of battle. The goddess, Freya, rushes to battle with cheering crowds and returns with praises for the returning heroes. No, this is Hel, the cold unyielding finality of the goddess that dispatches souls to the underworld. This is the solitude of each death, alone and lonely. There are no cheering crowds, only the tears and lamentations of the ones left behind. For she, herself is also able to render judgment, with no room for an appeal; and her vengeance is indeed colder than the goddess of snow and ice. Her thoughts and actions are a cold as the grave and far more chilling than the coldest winter. The Goth girl that found refuge in the LCJDC is not hiding any more; she has grown and become “Desdecada”, the abandoned; the goddess of the underworld hasreturned and reminded all who see her why she is to be feared. At any moment she could have made an appearance to strike fear at the vision of her; and by all that is terrifying, this is her time to let her presence be known; and terrifying is the word that describes her now. She looks directly at the Premier. She bows and thanks him for allowing her to talk to her husband’s killers. She also says it will take some time for her to repay his kindness, but he will understand when it is delivered. Everyone that has just witnessed the first actual public display of the tornado and lived afterwards is shaken. The presentation is so gruesome, so terrifying and so swift that both Chinese and American witnesses are convinced that Raven is not human. There is nothing alluring about the goddess now. There is no doubt that she is Hel incarnate and she waits to claim another soul if they challenge her. And there is no doubt that anyone that is foolish enough to confront the goddess of the underworld, will surely disappear. Several of the witnesses, both American and Chinese vomit at the sight of the gore.