InsaneJournal

Who: Zatanna, Shannon & Loki
Where: Hell - starting at the portal room
What: Hell - no more words needed
When: Sunday afternoon
Rating: High for violence probably?
Open: Maybe to people who would be there but ask first
Status: Unfinished


The god had told the two women to meet him at the gate. He himself had already been there. Tethering his own little universe to the new world had been difficult. It had taken him days to create the bridges needed. But it was time spent well. It allowed to him store everything he needed and pull his weaponry and other trinkets out of nowhere. It was a life saving measure. Not that his life needed saving any longer. He had terminated it once more a few moments ago. His already pale skin had gone that extra shade paler. Then he had pulled up the sleeves of his shirt and let his skin and flesh in his arms decay. It was not natural - merely a magical form where his flesh became more and more rotten until his bones showed. Enough to insert the stones. He plugged them from thin air. Time and space went left, power and mind went into his right arm. The first few seconds were pure pain. It took his body a moment to adjust to the immense power of the infinity stones. He winced, then grimaced through the pain. Once his body had adapted, he let his skin grow back over the stones until a slight shimmer was the only giveaway of the foreign objects inside his arms. He pulled his sleeves back up and with a shimmer of green, he changed into his old Asgardian armour. Never the one from Sakaar. Never the one he died in.

All the while the voice in the background kept calling. For him, the temptations and pleas were easy to ignore. The god took what he wanted. What could Hell have to offer him that he didn't already have? And pleas of mercy - he was no hero. Those souls should beg someone else.