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To Hell and back.
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Turning around, I could see dozens of people staggering to their feet. Men and women, young and old alike. Thankfully there were no children, at least. It was one thing seeing my hairy ball-sack, it was another seeing EVERYONE's hairy ball-sack... Or... Well... Vaginas and stuff... "SHIT!" Turning back, I caught a glimpse of Jason running back towards me. He had a terrified expression on his face. He'd barely made it into view before a large, bipedal bird-like creature appeared behind him. It let out a loud shriek, before leaping onto his back, slamming him into the pavement with a heavy thud.

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The moment she was in the building beside Lady Sakkara they were quickly escorted to the second floor where they were lead to a room. She watched as Sakkara fed on the people inside she closed her eyes for a moment some even going as far to beg her to help them before death came for them. Nova Langdon, felt nothing for them, to her Lady Sakkara was her world, She flinched hearing a male enter the room to yell at Sakkara "Seriously?" The six-foot eight giant narrowed his eyes at Sakkara. He wasn't angry but clearly annoyed. It was then that he began to speak in a foreign language with his wife. Odin did not want anyone else understanding their conversation. "What if you were caught? That would be a bigger mess," warned Odin, licking the smidge of blood lingering on the side of her lip. He was very cautious these days. Humans had waged war on creatures like he before. "At some point, they will notice the leader of a nation is dead." Nova looked towards Lord Odin before following behind her lady quiet as a mouse not wanting to upset him or her mistress. She hummed softly before she looked towards her mistress seeing a woman watching them before she could say anything towards Sakkara the world went black. Chapter One ~NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST~ Darkness filled her vision as she felt something covering her body she moved as the scent of graveyard soil filled her nose. She was buried trying not to panic she moved her hand palm facing upwards as she used a bit of her power to move the dirt off her. She took a needed gasp of air before coughing as some dirt got into her mouth she opened her eyes looking around. "Lady Sakkara?!" She hollered panic and fear coating her tone as her heart raced against her chest cavity. She looked around and the world that she once knew was in utter ruins— the once impressive skyscrapers, little more than tattered husks. Burned-out shells of cars littered the landscape. The sky was red and filled with dark storm clouds that rolled and lightning and storms without rain. We seemed to be sitting in a slight indentation. Outside of this, there appeared to be a strong breeze blowing over. Fear crushed her heart in its tight embrace as she heard nothing there was no sounds to be heard of animal life but the faint distant screams of pure pain. She was in her worse nightmare she was actually in hell, what had she done to wind up in hell she had no clue of. She couldn't see the others until she climbed out of her "grave" as she moved in a direction she saw the others including lady Sakkara. She watched in horror as a woman the same one she saw before her world went black, attacked Sakkara lifting her in the air as chains bound her in the air. A scream tore through her throat as she tried to do something but what could she, a human, do to a goddess except to be killed for interfering.
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Drake La Magra Blood God (TROPK)

 

Drake La Magra’s revival had been unexpected, the centuries long sleep disturbed by Sakkara and another that had turned into his first meal, he wasn’t even sure of his name though it didn’t really matter in the end. Over the next few months, he had spent his time learning of the new world around him that had evolved since he last roamed, regaining his former strength. The hunger for blood and violence was at its peak, snatching every soft body he could find his hands upon off the streets to devour until their lifeless corpse was left at his feet. While normally he would have revealed his presence to the closest relatives he had that still lived, Drake bided his time, learning how far his blood might have fallen. It was true that what he saw was far from the purebloods of his time, but there was still potential he saw in those at the top of the chain. Those beneath them however, earned nothing but his disgust, those humans given his gift were far from worthy enough to walk as they did. In time he would weed out those weak parasites and remold his family into the glory they once held and the world would once against tremble at the destruction they wrought to those who would not serve beneath them. Having heard from Sakkara of a charity event that the family would be attending, Drake felt it was the perfect time to bring his resurrection into the light and reclaim his place among the family. The devil had awoken and Hell was following with him.

Glancing out the window of the car that hurried him to the hotel serving as the venue for this charity event, Drake was continuing to take in the new world around him, committing all he could to memory a ruler had to know the Kingdom he’d be ruling over. The silence was broken by the driver, a human he had never seen before, and who’s blood did not particularly appeal to him.

“If I may Sir, I believe this is a formal affair, are we to pick up your attire on the way there?” Nervous hazel eyes glanced into the mirror back at Drake, as though the human could sense something was off about his passenger.

Drake almost answered with a claw through the man's throat, but restrained himself and replied in a clipped tone instead. “I am perfectly fine as I am.” All notion of conversation ended there, and the rest of the journey was had in silence.

Glancing down at his black leather pants, off white shirt, and leather jacket, this style suited him just fine. Besides, he doubted that any would be so blind as to try to tell him otherwise in the matter. Those thoughts were interrupted as the car came to a halt and the door was opened by an attendant waiting patiently to let him out. Shifting to stand outside the vehicle, he looked around for a moment seeing the various photographers lining the entrance to the hotel. A sweeping look of confusion crossed their faces, before regarding their notes, they had not expected nor knew who he was which suited him perfectly. Irregardless, as he stalked towards the entrance they began snapping away, figuring they would get some kind of story from the stranger who appeared to a private party. Though the guard at the entrance unlikely knew who he was, a flash of blood red eyes combined with a small exuding of his primal presence was enough to stay any protest of him entering.

Arriving in the ballroom, he immediately began drawing looks with his less-than-formal attire, though his aura of uncaring and danger warded off anything more than polite greetings before people shuffled away. The gaudy affair was not to his taste, but he imagined in this new world there was a point to it. First order of business was to find Sakkara and reintroduce himself to his family, it would be an interesting night to say the least. Picking through the bodies he noted the essence of vampires, humans, and a few other notable creatures among them, trying to pinpoint where the little devil of a woman had gotten to. Catching her scent among the hundreds of unfamiliar ones wasn’t an easy task but eventually Drake caught it, following the thread towards some of the back rooms.

Something was wrong however, before he could get to Sakkara he felt a wave of magic sweep through the room, causing a cold sensation up his spine. In his prime Drake could have shaken off whatever this was, but still recovering from his sleep he could only fight it off for a few moments before darkness stole him away. Inside he raged at the feeling of being powerless, and whoever dared to think they could do such a thing would pay dearly for their mistake.

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TROPK Siren Call

 

The moment she was in the building beside Lady Sakkara they were quickly escorted to the second floor where they were lead to a room. She watched as Sakkara fed on the people inside she closed her eyes for a moment some even going as far to beg her to help them before death came for them. Nova Langdon, felt nothing for them, to her Lady Sakkara was her world, She flinched hearing a male enter the room to yell at Sakkara "Seriously?" The six-foot eight giant narrowed his eyes at Sakkara. He wasn't angry but clearly annoyed. It was then that he began to speak in a foreign language with his wife. Odin did not want anyone else understanding their conversation. "What if you were caught? That would be a bigger mess," warned Odin, licking the smidge of blood lingering on the side of her lip. He was very cautious these days. Humans had waged war on creatures like he before. "At some point, they will notice the leader of a nation is dead." Nova looked towards Lord Odin before following behind her lady quiet as a mouse not wanting to upset him or her mistress. She hummed softly before she looked towards her mistress seeing a woman watching them before she could say anything towards Sakkara the world went black. Chapter One ~NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST~ Darkness filled her vision as she felt something covering her body she moved as the scent of graveyard soil filled her nose. She was buried trying not to panic she moved her hand palm facing upwards as she used a bit of her power to move the dirt off her. She took a needed gasp of air before coughing as some dirt got into her mouth she opened her eyes looking around. "Lady Sakkara?!" She hollered panic and fear coating her tone as her heart raced against her chest cavity. She looked around and the world that she once knew was in utter ruins— the once impressive skyscrapers, little more than tattered husks. Burned-out shells of cars littered the landscape. The sky was red and filled with dark storm clouds that rolled and lightning and storms without rain. We seemed to be sitting in a slight indentation. Outside of this, there appeared to be a strong breeze blowing over. Fear crushed her heart in its tight embrace as she heard nothing there was no sounds to be heard of animal life but the faint distant screams of pure pain. She was in her worse nightmare she was actually in hell, what had she done to wind up in hell she had no clue of. She couldn't see the others until she climbed out of her "grave" as she moved in a direction she saw the others including lady Sakkara. She watched in horror as a woman the same one she saw before her world went black, attacked Sakkara lifting her in the air as chains bound her in the air. A scream tore through her throat as she tried to do something but what could she, a human, do to a goddess except to be killed for interfering.

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The Boys and Girls clubs in NYC raised money for all chapters across the state tonight with their annual charity event. The event was taking place on the lower eastside of Manhattan inside the newly opened Century Hotel. Members of the press got glimpses of the exclusive guest list by just standing by the front entrance where private vehicles pulled up with senators, CEOs, and more. However, there was one guest they simply could not get a shot of.


The guest had arrived via helicopter on the roof of the hotel. Rome Guitterez, better known in ancient times as Odin, was different - he preferred arriving without being mobbed by cameras and interviewers. There was always one ass hole who would accuse him of being a war criminal.

Jazz music played across the halls of the hotel lobby. There was a security check, then a coat check, and finally a staff member to operate the elevator guests took to the 75th floor where the event was taking place. The route for Odin was a bit quicker thanks to landing on the roof. He was led in by security guards who escorted him to the 75th floor.

"Thank you, Gentlemen." A small nod of the head was given to excuse his guards, Odin walked into the banquet hall wearing an O'Connor cut with a small lapel that was hand finished with a double stitched silk buttonhole. The shoulders narrow and waist suppressed with two horn buttons down the front. Double-vented back with front flap pockets, ticket pocket, and a hand-cut welt pocket. The blue mohair flat-front trousers with side adjusters matching the rest of the suit in color. It was clear that the custom Tom Ford suit was worn to turn heads.

A half-hour went by, and Odin was standing in a circle with guests. People in the group would vie for his attention. The men would often save him a spot when he left to grab a drink. There was always a woman standing on one side of him, usually 2.

However, eyes would fall on a familiar face escorting someone towards the second floor. Sakkara was always up to trouble. Odin followed their trail using his wife's scent, excusing himself from the circle and making his way up the stairs. The scent grew stronger the further Odin walked down the hallway, but it was the small scream that helped pinpoint the exact room. Confirmation came when Sakkara walked out of the room.


"Seriously?" The six-foot eight giant narrowed his eyes at Sakkara. He wasn't angry but clearly annoyed. It was then that he began to speak in a foreign language with his wife. Odin did not want anyone else understanding their conversation. "What if you were caught? That would be a bigger mess," warned Odin, licking the smidge of blood lingering on the side of her lip. He was very cautious these days. Humans had waged war on creatures like he before. "At some point, they will notice the leader of a nation is dead."


Sakkara looked at Odin and knew he was annoyed. She placed her hands on her hips and tiles her head to one side. She was pissed off, however, understood what he was saying by keeping a low profile. She was tired of hiding. She stepped up to him and looked into his eyes with a blank expression. "I am tired of hearing that bullshit Odin!! How much longer must we hide? I was almost assassinated and will get to the bottom of who it is that is trying to kill me." She grabs his hand then pulled his hand to walk along with her back to the event.

As she snapped her fingers, the bodies vanished. Sakkara smiled at Odin; we both walked out of the room into the massive hall. Down the stairs, the music played, and back to the event. Sakkara stopped and spoke with the security doormen, "Let me see the list." I told him. She compelled and command him, just as she asks by handing her the collected guestlist for the event. Sakkara usually skips subpoenaing some conflict.

She acts anti-social, but it's more of an elitism she gives off. Maybe she just doesn't want to spend any more time with people she works typically away from. To be a live witness to the debauchery of this human race for no other reason is how Sakkara felt. This is how it is played off to blend in with the humans.


Looked it over and handed it back to him and continued on to the floor, just to blend in and mingled with Odin as the event went on. Looking over to Odin, and replied. "I could see the guest list and who replied they're coming. As I looked up, I notice Hel looking right back into my eyes. Then everything Fade to black.

~Conclusion ~

Chapter One ~NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST~

She couldn't open her eyes. Body covered in something dry and hard. Not only was I covered, but it was in my nose and mouth. -Cough cough- my body reacted to sit up fast. I spat the dirt and dust from my mouth as ones I sat up in a hurry. In ragged~ Looking down at my body, it was covered in it quickly scrubbed it from my skin. Soon cleared my airways.
"Holy shit," Grouched, rubbing my eyes.


I was covered in a thin layer of black, rocky, hot dirt. I could already tell I was completely naked, feeling dirt, in uncomfortable places.
"Hello?" A familiar female voice called to my left.
Turning, making out the shape of her, it was Eve. She was sitting partially buried in the dirt, the same as me.
"Hey, can you hear me?" another female voice called from even further. It sounds like Cleo.
"Where are we?" another speaks out there. I knew the voicing sound familiar sounded like a few of my wives.
And while a chorus of voices rang out, I stared in horror at my surroundings.

The world was in ruins—impressive skyscrapers, little more than tattered husks. Burned-out shells of cars littered the landscape. The sky was red and filled with dark storm clouds that rolled and lightning and storms without rain. We seemed to be sitting in a slight indentation. Outside of this, there appeared to be a strong breeze blowing over. The hum of the wind was the only constant sound: no chirping birds, no sign of life, just the wind and the cries of others like the tortured souls in Hell. Getting to my hands and knees, I paid no mind to my nakedness.


"What the fuck?" A voice said beside me.
Turning to see it was my wife Rakshasa, busy brushing the dirt away from her face beside me. "You okay?" I asked her.
As she rubbed the dirt from her eyes, " I don't remember shit. What happened?" "What do you remember?"
She opened her eyes and looked at me before frowning. "What the hell is going."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, we're all naked. What do you remember?"
She frowned and shook her head, "I dunno. I think this is a nightmare."
Then Ardat, Pops up from the dirt in a state of panic in front of me, she screams "What in the fuck? how did we fucking get here?" She turned her head to face me. I couldn't remember much either. Brief flashes of memory playing in my mind. I was at a boy and girls fundraiser with my husband, King Odin. A man's face that... Made herself known it was my husband X for some reason.


"I't's X." I nodded, "I'd say nice to see you. But, I have the feeling you're going to be up for a fight for our lives. ." I just looked away to scan our surroundings. X shrugged and got up. "Whatever, I just calls 'em as I sees 'em." I just shook my head as he staggered towards the edge of the arrangement and walked out of view. Turning around, I could see dozens of people staggering to their feet.

King Odin and Drak La Marga, along with many other members. Thankfully there were none of our children, at least that I know of.
"SHIT!" Spoke too soon.
Turning back, I caught a glimpse of Del, running towards me. She had a terrified yet pissed-off expression. He'd barely made it into view before a large, demonic birdlike creature appeared behind him. It let out a loud shriek, before leaping onto her back, slamming her into the pavement with a heavy thud.


"AHHH! Oh shit, Wtf is going on!!!-" Then the ground began shaking, the dirt started to swallow us all back into the soil. Then everything stops shaking. I pushed my way out from the dirt and brushed myself off. I stood to my feet and see the endless graveyard, home to the souls of the damned placed there by Hel and her minion. The graveyard was so quiet even the breeze through it barely made a sound. Without warning, the entire unholy land began to shake and quake, tombstone started to crack and crumble from the tremendous force of this sudden tremor.





The ground starts to spider web, and the cracks began to glow with eerie yellowish-green energy. Then the ground exploded out into the air creating a dust cloud then engulfed the cemetery. The sight night was broken with loud laughter that grew louder as a patchy fleshed skeleton arose from the newly formed crater. Its eyes shared that eerie yellowish-green glow. The structure extends its gooey bone arms out to the graves surrounding it.

The glow embodies the boney figure before it shouts out energy tendrals that pierce the graves and their caskets, absorbing bio and soul energy, which starts to turn to meat, muscle, and flesh upon the skeleton. After several minutes the dust resettles, and out of the graveyard walks a fully revitalized Evil Ernie, dressed head to toe in black leather, a black t-shirt, and spiked boots.

He smiles and turns to the cemetery, placing two fingertips to his mouth and whistling loudly. "Get up, you deadheads! We got trouble to cause blood to spill, and I got a family to kill. Let's go!" By his command, the sounds of wood breaking and splintering, zombie grumbles and groans, and dirt clamps flopping to the ground fill the air. Again Ernie raises his arms, and his dark magic glows over his hands.


LADY HEL




Hel plot for revenge Hel woke up from the dead. She opened her eyes as rays of red light beamed from her eyes. She looked around, seeing she was sitting in her grave. She could see what happened to her; Sakkara stood by her side as she was sacrificed to the ancient demons. She tilted her head back and began laughing an evil twisted laugh that shook the ground beneath her. Standing up, she raised her hand above her head, shooting down, striking her as she floated above the ground. She was floating above a graveyard of demons.

She pointed her fingers at the graves, lighting shooting from her fingertips at the graves making the demons rise from the graves. Once known as the Mistress of Death, Hel has returned, and her powers were much stronger now. Hel gathered her demons, leading them to her hideout deep below hell out of even Lucifer's reach. The guest list was the night of the NYC fundraiser party, where Hel knew Sakkara and Odin would be attending.


Tonight would be the night she gathers them all together and captures them. Hel stood back in the shadows disguised as a worker as she watched each of them entirely into the party. Hel made sure that every bottle of wine was laced with a drug to make everyone fall to sleep, making it easier to capture the ones she wanted.

She continued to lurk in the shadows, watching everyone having a good time, knowing they would not be laughing soon. Walking up to the banister watching as Sakkara and Odin checked the quest list, she chuckled, knowing her name would not be spotted as she pretended to be an employee. Sakkara taking a drink as she looked up, seeing her before she passed out.

It did not take long for everyone in the room to fall to the floor in a deep sleep.Hel opened the back door as they gathered up Sakkara and Odin, dragging them back into hell where Hel awaited them. The demons were already out fetching the rest of the family, bringing them to hell as well. Home sweet home Hel used her powers to put up a barrier around the evil demon graveyard so nobody could escape.



The demons were summoned to place each of them in a grave, their clothes removed and destroyed, their bodies covered in dirt. Hel knew once they awoke, they would be disoriented and confused. Sakkara wanted to see Hel dead now Hel was going to make her pay. Everyone was here, and slowly they come to hear them talking, calling out to each other. There anger and confusion consumed her. Hel stood back in the darkness, using her powers to form lighting bolts across the sky, giving them enough light to see where they were.



Now was the time for Hel to have some fun with Sakkara. Hel heard Del screaming, running towards Sakkara as she snapped her fingers, making one of the demon birds take her down to the ground. Hel was out to torture everyone while Sakkara stood there hopeless. "You're not alone" Closing her eyes as she brought her hands out, lifting them up, making the ground shake once again, watching as they all fell into the graves once again. Hel drew her hands back and pushed them back out, making beams of yellow light appear coming out of the ground exploded as Evil Ernie appeared before them.


Hel watched as he awoke up; the demons brought to their feet, planning to kill Hel's enemies. The demons going after Sakkaras family as they all started to make a run for it, finding out they could not go anywhere. Sakkara came closer to where Hel was as shackles and chains came out of nowhere, binding her as Hel lifted her up in the air to watch the chaos under her. Her family was forced to fight with demons as she was being forced to watch. Hel turned her hand, making Sakkara look up t her letting her know who was behind all this.



Empress Ardat




It was a charity event, Ardat rolled her eyes while walking through the rich soul's crowd regarding each one of them thinking why she was there, remembering her wife's words made her shiver its a party that none
of them will forget.
Watching for a small distance, her wife and Odin and a few trying to grab his attention, he was indeed attractive, God of all hearts and eyes but the beauty of her wife catch many, and the innocence was at risk which none of them knew who they were.
Suddenly, they both vanished from her sight ... to become some of us because some of us, do manage to overcome everything.
So many personalities, Ardat greets a few, her thirst to conquer many souls increases within her dead heart and all she had to do is use her beauty her charms to convince them wealthy fuckers otherwise.
The Room where she stands alone away from her wife and others light up and all she could scent was souls and caviar and champagne and a few murmurs that got her attention, suddenly, she can hear Sakkaras annoyed tone at the banister, her powerful mind always can know when to approach her, Ardat laughed secretly Odin regarding the tall man speaking in a foreigner language made her release a chuckle, that drove Sakkara mad knowing its delaying her plans, this part Ardat rolled her eyes and watches Xenos talking to a few females included Sakkara.
Her Empress was someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness, the ability to fulfill her meaning of standing where she was, the one who has brought her back to her own feet and be free from those who once harmed her it made her strong to know she was near.

New York City, place of mortal dreams Demons collecting souvenirs ...where everything is possible of course with help of darkness, and that was the last thing Ardat saw.

The wakening was dark, the ground began to tremble the dirt started to swallow everyone all back into the cold soil she was covered in the dirt and mud.
she can hear Sakkara yelling as confusion takes over her mind where was she ? she asked herself shaking the dirt off her red dress trying to rise her rear from the ground looking around while her mind puzzled her whereabouts.
hand flat upon her dust-covered face, she manages to have a peak and sees Lady Hell seating on her a graveyard,
Ardat appeared up from the dirt in a state of panic and confusion before her wife, she screams "What in the fuck? how did we fucking get here?" She turned her head to face her but Ardat gazed in disbelief.
She folds her hands around her slim waist without fear she knew where she was, she has been here before, Ardat once a slave of mortality never doubted her whereabouts .. the stone, different air smell, the smell of DEATH our favorite one was inhaled by Ardat, a pleasure indeed to be back here, but same time confusion travels through her cold stone heart.
Sounds of familiar gruntings demons unknown to her appeared out of peaking through the foggy night after the groud shakes she knew hell was up to no good ... she's not to be afraid of the mist, the mist was a comfort to who she was but the path is unclear and her mind becomes dull and all she could hear and feel it's her family talking with toned feared sound but Ardat can walk in a dream while shes awake till familiar laughter fills the graveyard cold air ... Lady Hell So as Evil Ernie ..Nothing is more mysterious than watching all of the panics, it's a war! Ardat yelled at her entire family ..

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TROPK

 



The Boys and Girls clubs in NYC raised money for all chapters across the state tonight with their annual charity event. The event was taking place on the lower eastside of Manhattan inside the newly opened Century Hotel. Members of the press got glimpses of the exclusive guest list by just standing by the front entrance where private vehicles pulled up with senators, CEOs, and more. However, there was one guest they simply could not get a shot of.


The guest had arrived via helicopter on the roof of the hotel. Rome Guitterez, better known in ancient times as Odin, was different - he preferred arriving without being mobbed by cameras and interviewers. There was always one ass hole who would accuse him of being a war criminal.

Jazz music played across the halls of the hotel lobby. There was a security check, then a coat check, and finally a staff member to operate the elevator guests took to the 75th floor where the event was taking place. The route for Odin was a bit quicker thanks to landing on the roof. He was led in by security guards who escorted him to the 75th floor.

"Thank you, Gentlemen." A small nod of the head was given to excuse his guards, Odin walked into the banquet hall wearing an O'Connor cut with a small lapel that was hand finished with a double stitched silk buttonhole. The shoulders narrow and waist suppressed with two horn buttons down the front. Double-vented back with front flap pockets, ticket pocket, and a hand-cut welt pocket. The blue mohair flat-front trousers with side adjusters matching the rest of the suit in color. It was clear that the custom Tom Ford suit was worn to turn heads.

A half-hour went by, and Odin was standing in a circle with guests. People in the group would vie for his attention. The men would often save him a spot when he left to grab a drink. There was always a woman standing on one side of him, usually 2.

However, eyes would fall on a familiar face escorting someone towards the second floor. Sakkara was always up to trouble. Odin followed their trail using his wife's scent, excusing himself from the circle and making his way up the stairs. The scent grew stronger the further Odin walked down the hallway, but it was the small scream that helped pinpoint the exact room. Confirmation came when Sakkara walked out of the room.


"Seriously?" The six-foot eight giant narrowed his eyes at Sakkara. He wasn't angry but clearly annoyed. It was then that he began to speak in a foreign language with his wife. Odin did not want anyone else understanding their conversation. "What if you were caught? That would be a bigger mess," warned Odin, licking the smidge of blood lingering on the side of her lip. He was very cautious these days. Humans had waged war on creatures like he before. "At some point, they will notice the leader of a nation is dead."


Sakkara looked at Odin and knew he was annoyed. She placed her hands on her hips and tiles her head to one side. She was pissed off, however, understood what he was saying by keeping a low profile. She was tired of hiding. She stepped up to him and looked into his eyes with a blank expression. "I am tired of hearing that bullshit Odin!! How much longer must we hide? I was almost assassinated and will get to the bottom of who it is that is trying to kill me." She grabs his hand then pulled his hand to walk along with her back to the event.

As she snapped her fingers, the bodies vanished. Sakkara smiled at Odin; we both walked out of the room into the massive hall. Down the stairs, the music played, and back to the event. Sakkara stopped and spoke with the security doormen, "Let me see the list." I told him. She compelled and command him, just as she asks by handing her the collected guestlist for the event. Sakkara usually skips subpoenaing some conflict.

She acts anti-social, but it's more of an elitism she gives off. Maybe she just doesn't want to spend any more time with people she works typically away from. To be a live witness to the debauchery of this human race for no other reason is how Sakkara felt. This is how it is played off to blend in with the humans.


Looked it over and handed it back to him and continued on to the floor, just to blend in and mingled with Odin as the event went on. Looking over to Odin, and replied. "I could see the guest list and who replied they're coming. As I looked up, I notice Hel looking right back into my eyes. Then everything Fade to black.

~Conclusion ~

Chapter One ~NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST~

She couldn't open her eyes. Body covered in something dry and hard. Not only was I covered, but it was in my nose and mouth. -Cough cough- my body reacted to sit up fast. I spat the dirt and dust from my mouth as ones I sat up in a hurry. In ragged~ Looking down at my body, it was covered in it quickly scrubbed it from my skin. Soon cleared my airways.
"Holy shit," Grouched, rubbing my eyes.


I was covered in a thin layer of black, rocky, hot dirt. I could already tell I was completely naked, feeling dirt, in uncomfortable places.
"Hello?" A familiar female voice called to my left.
Turning, making out the shape of her, it was Eve. She was sitting partially buried in the dirt, the same as me.
"Hey, can you hear me?" another female voice called from even further. It sounds like Cleo.
"Where are we?" another speaks out there. I knew the voicing sound familiar sounded like a few of my wives.
And while a chorus of voices rang out, I stared in horror at my surroundings.

The world was in ruins—impressive skyscrapers, little more than tattered husks. Burned-out shells of cars littered the landscape. The sky was red and filled with dark storm clouds that rolled and lightning and storms without rain. We seemed to be sitting in a slight indentation. Outside of this, there appeared to be a strong breeze blowing over. The hum of the wind was the only constant sound: no chirping birds, no sign of life, just the wind and the cries of others like the tortured souls in Hell. Getting to my hands and knees, I paid no mind to my nakedness.


"What the fuck?" A voice said beside me.
Turning to see it was my wife Rakshasa, busy brushing the dirt away from her face beside me. "You okay?" I asked her.
As she rubbed the dirt from her eyes, " I don't remember shit. What happened?" "What do you remember?"
She opened her eyes and looked at me before frowning. "What the hell is going."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, we're all naked. What do you remember?"
She frowned and shook her head, "I dunno. I think this is a nightmare."
Then Ardat, Pops up from the dirt in a state of panic in front of me, she screams "What in the fuck? how did we fucking get here?" She turned her head to face me. I couldn't remember much either. Brief flashes of memory playing in my mind. I was at a boy and girls fundraiser with my husband, King Odin. A man's face that... Made herself known it was my husband X for some reason.


"I't's X." I nodded, "I'd say nice to see you. But, I have the feeling you're going to be up for a fight for our lives. ." I just looked away to scan our surroundings. X shrugged and got up. "Whatever, I just calls 'em as I sees 'em." I just shook my head as he staggered towards the edge of the arrangement and walked out of view. Turning around, I could see dozens of people staggering to their feet.

King Odin and Drak La Marga, along with many other members. Thankfully there were none of our children, at least that I know of.
"SHIT!" Spoke too soon.
Turning back, I caught a glimpse of Del, running towards me. She had a terrified yet pissed-off expression. He'd barely made it into view before a large, demonic birdlike creature appeared behind him. It let out a loud shriek, before leaping onto her back, slamming her into the pavement with a heavy thud.


"AHHH! Oh shit, Wtf is going on!!!-" Then the ground began shaking, the dirt started to swallow us all back into the soil. Then everything stops shaking. I pushed my way out from the dirt and brushed myself off. I stood to my feet and see the endless graveyard, home to the souls of the damned placed there by Hel and her minion. The graveyard was so quiet even the breeze through it barely made a sound. Without warning, the entire unholy land began to shake and quake, tombstone started to crack and crumble from the tremendous force of this sudden tremor.





The ground starts to spider web, and the cracks began to glow with eerie yellowish-green energy. Then the ground exploded out into the air creating a dust cloud then engulfed the cemetery. The sight night was broken with loud laughter that grew louder as a patchy fleshed skeleton arose from the newly formed crater. Its eyes shared that eerie yellowish-green glow. The structure extends its gooey bone arms out to the graves surrounding it.

The glow embodies the boney figure before it shouts out energy tendrals that pierce the graves and their caskets, absorbing bio and soul energy, which starts to turn to meat, muscle, and flesh upon the skeleton. After several minutes the dust resettles, and out of the graveyard walks a fully revitalized Evil Ernie, dressed head to toe in black leather, a black t-shirt, and spiked boots.

He smiles and turns to the cemetery, placing two fingertips to his mouth and whistling loudly. "Get up, you deadheads! We got trouble to cause blood to spill, and I got a family to kill. Let's go!" By his command, the sounds of wood breaking and splintering, zombie grumbles and groans, and dirt clamps flopping to the ground fill the air. Again Ernie raises his arms, and his dark magic glows over his hands.


LADY HEL




Hel plot for revenge Hel woke up from the dead. She opened her eyes as rays of red light beamed from her eyes. She looked around, seeing she was sitting in her grave. She could see what happened to her; Sakkara stood by her side as she was sacrificed to the ancient demons. She tilted her head back and began laughing an evil twisted laugh that shook the ground beneath her. Standing up, she raised her hand above her head, shooting down, striking her as she floated above the ground. She was floating above a graveyard of demons.

She pointed her fingers at the graves, lighting shooting from her fingertips at the graves making the demons rise from the graves. Once known as the Mistress of Death, Hel has returned, and her powers were much stronger now. Hel gathered her demons, leading them to her hideout deep below hell out of even Lucifer's reach. The guest list was the night of the NYC fundraiser party, where Hel knew Sakkara and Odin would be attending.


Tonight would be the night she gathers them all together and captures them. Hel stood back in the shadows disguised as a worker as she watched each of them entirely into the party. Hel made sure that every bottle of wine was laced with a drug to make everyone fall to sleep, making it easier to capture the ones she wanted.

She continued to lurk in the shadows, watching everyone having a good time, knowing they would not be laughing soon. Walking up to the banister watching as Sakkara and Odin checked the quest list, she chuckled, knowing her name would not be spotted as she pretended to be an employee. Sakkara taking a drink as she looked up, seeing her before she passed out.

It did not take long for everyone in the room to fall to the floor in a deep sleep.Hel opened the back door as they gathered up Sakkara and Odin, dragging them back into hell where Hel awaited them. The demons were already out fetching the rest of the family, bringing them to hell as well. Home sweet home Hel used her powers to put up a barrier around the evil demon graveyard so nobody could escape.



The demons were summoned to place each of them in a grave, their clothes removed and destroyed, their bodies covered in dirt. Hel knew once they awoke, they would be disoriented and confused. Sakkara wanted to see Hel dead now Hel was going to make her pay. Everyone was here, and slowly they come to hear them talking, calling out to each other. There anger and confusion consumed her. Hel stood back in the darkness, using her powers to form lighting bolts across the sky, giving them enough light to see where they were.



Now was the time for Hel to have some fun with Sakkara. Hel heard Del screaming, running towards Sakkara as she snapped her fingers, making one of the demon birds take her down to the ground. Hel was out to torture everyone while Sakkara stood there hopeless. "You're not alone" Closing her eyes as she brought her hands out, lifting them up, making the ground shake once again, watching as they all fell into the graves once again. Hel drew her hands back and pushed them back out, making beams of yellow light appear coming out of the ground exploded as Evil Ernie appeared before them.


Hel watched as he awoke up; the demons brought to their feet, planning to kill Hel's enemies. The demons going after Sakkaras family as they all started to make a run for it, finding out they could not go anywhere. Sakkara came closer to where Hel was as shackles and chains came out of nowhere, binding her as Hel lifted her up in the air to watch the chaos under her. Her family was forced to fight with demons as she was being forced to watch. Hel turned her hand, making Sakkara look up t her letting her know who was behind all this.



Empress Ardat




It was a charity event, Ardat rolled her eyes while walking through the rich soul's crowd regarding each one of them thinking why she was there, remembering her wife's words made her shiver its a party that none
of them will forget.
Watching for a small distance, her wife and Odin and a few trying to grab his attention, he was indeed attractive, God of all hearts and eyes but the beauty of her wife catch many, and the innocence was at risk which none of them knew who they were.
Suddenly, they both vanished from her sight ... to become some of us because some of us, do manage to overcome everything.
So many personalities, Ardat greets a few, her thirst to conquer many souls increases within her dead heart and all she had to do is use her beauty her charms to convince them wealthy fuckers otherwise.
The Room where she stands alone away from her wife and others light up and all she could scent was souls and caviar and champagne and a few murmurs that got her attention, suddenly, she can hear Sakkaras annoyed tone at the banister, her powerful mind always can know when to approach her, Ardat laughed secretly Odin regarding the tall man speaking in a foreigner language made her release a chuckle, that drove Sakkara mad knowing its delaying her plans, this part Ardat rolled her eyes and watches Xenos talking to a few females included Sakkara.
Her Empress was someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness, the ability to fulfill her meaning of standing where she was, the one who has brought her back to her own feet and be free from those who once harmed her it made her strong to know she was near.

New York City, place of mortal dreams Demons collecting souvenirs ...where everything is possible of course with help of darkness, and that was the last thing Ardat saw.

The wakening was dark, the ground began to tremble the dirt started to swallow everyone all back into the cold soil she was covered in the dirt and mud.
she can hear Sakkara yelling as confusion takes over her mind where was she ? she asked herself shaking the dirt off her red dress trying to rise her rear from the ground looking around while her mind puzzled her whereabouts.
hand flat upon her dust-covered face, she manages to have a peak and sees Lady Hell seating on her a graveyard,
Ardat appeared up from the dirt in a state of panic and confusion before her wife, she screams "What in the fuck? how did we fucking get here?" She turned her head to face her but Ardat gazed in disbelief.
She folds her hands around her slim waist without fear she knew where she was, she has been here before, Ardat once a slave of mortality never doubted her whereabouts .. the stone, different air smell, the smell of DEATH our favorite one was inhaled by Ardat, a pleasure indeed to be back here, but same time confusion travels through her cold stone heart.
Sounds of familiar gruntings demons unknown to her appeared out of peaking through the foggy night after the groud shakes she knew hell was up to no good ... she's not to be afraid of the mist, the mist was a comfort to who she was but the path is unclear and her mind becomes dull and all she could hear and feel it's her family talking with toned feared sound but Ardat can walk in a dream while shes awake till familiar laughter fills the graveyard cold air ... Lady Hell So as Evil Ernie ..Nothing is more mysterious than watching all of the panics, it's a war! Ardat yelled at her entire family ..

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Hel plot for revenge Hel woke up from the dead,She opened her eys as rays of red light beamed from her eyes. She looked around seeing she was sitting in her grave.She could see what happened to her,Sakkara stood by her side as she was sacrificed to the ancient demons.She tilted her head back and began laughing a evil twisted laugh that shook the ground beneath her. Standing up she raised her hand above her head lighting shooting down striking her as she floated above ground.She was floating above a graveyard of demons.She pointed her fingers at the graves lighting shooting from her fingertips at the graves making the demons rise from the graves. Hel once known as the Mistress of Death has returned and her powers were much stronger now.Hel gathered her demons leading them to her hide out deep below hell out of even Lucifers reach. The guest list It was the night of NYC fund raiser party where Hel knew Sakkara and Odin would be attending.Tonight would be the night she gather them all together and capture them. Hel stood back in the shadows disguised as a worker as she watched each of them entire into the party. Hel made sure that every bottle of wine was laced with a drug to make everyone fall to sleep making it easier to capture the ones she wanted.She continued to lurk in the shadows watching everyone having a good time knowing soon they would not be laughing. Walking up to the banister watching as Sakkara and Odin checked the quest list she chuckled knowing her name would not be spotted as she pretended to be a employee.Sakkara taking a drink as she looked up seeing her before she passed out. It did not take long for everyone in the room to fall to the floor in a deep sleep.Hel opened the back door as they gathered up Sakkara and Odin dragging them back into hell where Hel awaited them.The demons were already out fetching the rest of the family bringing them to hell as well. Home sweet home Hel used her powers to put up a barrier around the evil demon graveyard so nobody could escape.The demons were summoned to place each of them in a grave all there clothes were removed and destroyed,there bodies covered in dirt. Hel knew once they awoken they would be disoriented and confused.Sakkara wanted to see Hel dead now Hel was going to make her pay. Everyone was here and slowly they began to come to hearing them talking calling out to each other.There anger and confusion consumed her. Hell stood back in the darkness using her powers to form lighting bolts across the sky giving them enough light to see where they were.Now was the time for Hel to have some fun with Sakkara. Hel heard Del screaming running towards Sakkara as she snapped her fingers making one of the demon birds to take her down to the ground.Hel was out to torture everyone while Sakkara stood there hopeless. Your not alone Closing her eyes as she she brought her hands out lifting them up making the ground shake once again watching as they all fell into the graves once again. Hel drew her hands back and pushed them back out making beams of yellow light appear coming out of the ground the ground exploded as Evil Ernie appeared before them. Hel watched as he woke up the demons bring them to there feet planing to kill Hel's enemies.The demons going after Sakkars family as they all began to make a run for it finding out they could not go anywhere.Sakkara came closer to where Hel was as shackles and chains came out of nowhere binding her as Hel lifted her up in the air to watch the caos under her.Her family forced to fight with demons as she was being forced to watch. hel turned her hand making Sakkara look up t her letting her know who was behind all this.

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The Boys and Girls clubs in NYC raised money for all chapters across the state tonight with their annual charity event. The event was taking place on the lower eastside of Manhattan inside the newly opened Century Hotel. Members of the press got glimpses of the exclusive guest list by just standing by the front entrance where private vehicles pulled up with senators, CEOs, and more. However, there was one guest they simply could not get a shot of.


The guest had arrived via helicopter on the roof of the hotel. Rome Guitterez, better known in ancient times as Odin, was different - he preferred arriving without being mobbed by cameras and interviewers. There was always one ass hole who would accuse him of being a war criminal.

Jazz music played across the halls of the hotel lobby. There was a security check, then coat check, and finally a staff member to operate the elevator guests took to the 75th floor where the event was taking place. The route for Odin was a bit quicker thanks to landing on the roof. He was led in by security guards who escorted him to the 75th floor.

"Thank you, Gentlemen." A small nod of the head given to excuse his guards, Odin walked into the banquet hall wearing an O'Connor cut with a small lapel that was hand finished with a double stitched silk buttonhole. The shoulders narrow and waist suppressed with two horn buttons down front. Double-vented back with front flap pockets, ticket pocket, and a hand-cut welt pocket. The blue mohair flat-front trousers with side adjusters matching the rest of the suit in color. It was clear that the custom Tom Ford suit was worn to turn heads.

A half-hour went by, and Odin was standing in a circle with guests. People in the group would vie for his attention. The men would often save him a spot when he left to grab a drink. There was always a woman standing on one side of him, usually 2.

However, eyes would fall on a familiar face escorting someone towards the second floor. Sakkara was always up to trouble. Odin followed their trail using his wife's scent, excusing himself from the circle and making his way up the stairs. The scent grew stronger the further Odin walked down the hallway, but it was the small scream that helped pinpoint the exact room. Confirmation came when Sakkara walked out of the room.


"Seriously?" The six-foot eight giant narrowed his eyes at Sakkara. He wasn't angry but clearly annoyed. It was then that he began to speak in a foreign language with his wife. Odin did not want anyone else understanding their conversation. "What if you were caught? That would be a bigger mess," warned Odin, licking the smidge of blood lingering on the side of her lip. He was very cautious these days. Humans had waged war on creatures like he before. "At some point, they will notice the leader of a nation is dead."


Sakkara looked at Odin and knew he was annoyed. She placed her hands on her hips and tiles her head to one side. She was pissed off, however, understood what he was saying by keeping a low profile. She was tired of hiding. She stepped up to him and looked into his eyes with a blank expression. "I am tired of hearing that bullshit Odin!! How much longer must we hide? I was almost assassinated and will get to the bottom of who it is that is trying to kill me." She grabs his hand then pulled his hand to walk along with her back to the event.

As she snapped her fingers, the bodies vanished. Sakkara smiled at Odin; we both walked out of the room into the massive hall. Down the stairs, the music played, and back to the event. Sakkara stopped and spoke with the security doormen, "Let me see the list." I told him. She compelled and command him, just as she asks by handing her the collected guestlist for the event. Sakkara usually skips subpoenaing some conflict.

She acts anti-social, but it's more of an elitism she gives off. Maybe she just doesn't want to spend any more time with people she works typically away from. To be a live witness to the debauchery of this human race for no other reason is how Sakkara felt. This is how it is played off to blend in with the humans.


Looked it over and handed it back to him and continued on to the floor, just to blend in and mingled with Odin as the event went on. Looking over to Odin, and replied. "I could see the guest list and who replied they're coming. As I looked up, I notice Hel looking right back into my eyes. Then everything Fade to black.

~Conclusion ~

Chapter One ~NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST~

She couldn't open her eyes. Body covered in something dry and hard. Not only was I covered, but it was in my nose and mouth. -Cough cough- my body reacted to sit up fast. I spat the dirt and dust from my mouth as ones I sat up in a hurry. In ragged~ Looking down at my body, it was covered in it quickly scrubbed it from my skin. Soon cleared my airways.
"Holy shit," Grouched, rubbing my eyes.


I was covered in a thin layer of black, rocky, hot dirt. I could already tell I was completely naked, feeling dirt, in uncomfortable places.
"Hello?" A familiar female voice called to my left.
Turning, making out the shape of her, it was Eve. She was sitting partially buried in the dirt, the same as me.
"Hey, can you hear me?" another female voice called from even further. It sounds like Cleo.
"Where are we?" another speaks out there. I knew the voicing sound familiar sounded like a few of my wives.
And while a chorus of voices rang out, I stared in horror at my surroundings.

The world was in ruins—impressive skyscrapers, little more than tattered husks. Burned-out shells of cars littered the landscape. The sky was red and filled with dark storm clouds that rolled and lightning and storms without rain. We seemed to be sitting in a slight indentation. Outside of this, there appeared to be a strong breeze blowing over. The hum of the wind was the only constant sound: no chirping birds, no sign of life, just the wind and the cries of others like the tortured souls in Hell. Getting to my hands and knees, I paid no mind to my nakedness.


"What the fuck?" A voice said beside me.
Turning to see it was my wife Rakshasa, busy brushing the dirt away from her face beside me. "You okay?" I asked her.
As she rubbed the dirt from her eyes, " I don't remember shit. What happened?" "What do you remember?"
She opened her eyes and looked at me before frowning. "What the hell is going."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, we're all naked. What do you remember?"
She frowned and shook her head, "I dunno. I think this is a nightmare."
Then Ardat, Pops up from the dirt in a state of panic in front of me, she screams "What in the fuck? how did we fucking get here?" She turned her head to face me. I couldn't remember much either. Brief flashes of memory playing in my mind. I was at a boy and girls fundraiser with my husband, King Odin. A man's face that... Made herself known it was my husband X for some reason.


"I't's X." I nodded, "I'd say nice to see you. But, I have the feeling you're going to be up for a fight for our lives. ." I just looked away to scan our surroundings. X shrugged and got up. "Whatever, I just calls 'em as I sees 'em." I just shook my head as he staggered towards the edge of the arrangement and walked out of view. Turning around, I could see dozens of people staggering to their feet.

King Odin and Drak La Marga, along with many other members. Thankfully there were none of our children, at least that I know of.
"SHIT!" Spoke too soon.
Turning back, I caught a glimpse of Del, running towards me. She had a terrified yet pissed-off expression. He'd barely made it into view before a large, demonic birdlike creature appeared behind him. It let out a loud shriek, before leaping onto her back, slamming her into the pavement with a heavy thud.


"AHHH! Oh shit, Wtf is going on!!!-" Then the ground began shaking, the dirt started to swallow us all back into the soil. Then everything stops shaking. I pushed my way out from the dirt and brushed myself off. I stood to my feet and see the endless graveyard, home to the souls of the damned placed there by Hel and her minion. The graveyard was so quiet even the breeze through it barely made a sound. Without warning, the entire unholy land began to shake and quake, tombstone started to crack and crumble from the tremendous force of this sudden tremor.

The ground starts to spider web, and the cracks began to glow with eerie yellowish-green energy. Then the ground exploded out into the air creating a dust cloud then engulfed the cemetery. The sight night was broken with loud laughter that grew louder as a patchy fleshed skeleton arose from the newly formed crater. Its eyes shared that eerie yellowish-green glow. The structure extends its gooey bone arms out to the graves surrounding it.

The glow embodies the boney figure before it shouts out energy tendrals that pierce the graves and their caskets, absorbing bio and soul energy, which starts to turn to meat, muscle, and flesh upon the skeleton. After several minutes the dust resettles, and out of the graveyard walks a fully revitalized Evil Ernie, dressed head to toe in black leather, a black t-shirt, and spiked boots.

He smiles and turns to the cemetary, placing two fingertips to his mouth and whistling loudly. "Get up, you deadheads! We got trouble to cause blood to spill, and I got a family to kill. Let's go!" By his command, the sounds of wood breaking and splintering, zombie grumbles and groans, and dirt clamps flopping to the ground fill the air. Again Ernie raises his arms, and his dark magic glows over his hands.

~To be continued~

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TROPK

 

The Boys and Girls clubs in NYC raised money for all chapters across the state tonight with their annual charity event. The event was taking place on the lower eastside of Manhattan inside the newly opened Century Hotel. Members of the press got glimpses of the exclusive guest list by just standing by the front entrance where private vehicles pulled up with senators, CEOs, and more. However, there was one guest they simply could not get a shot of.


The guest had arrived via helicopter on the roof of the hotel. Rome Guitterez, better known in ancient times as Odin, was different - he preferred arriving without being mobbed by cameras and interviewers. There was always one ass hole who would accuse him of being a war criminal.

Jazz music played across the halls of the hotel lobby. There was a security check, then coat check, and finally a staff member to operate the elevator guests took to the 75th floor where the event was taking place. The route for Odin was a bit quicker thanks to landing on the roof. He was led in by security guards who escorted him to the 75th floor.

"Thank you, Gentlemen." A small nod of the head given to excuse his guards, Odin walked into the banquet hall wearing an O'Connor cut with a small lapel that was hand finished with a double stitched silk buttonhole. The shoulders narrow and waist suppressed with two horn buttons down front. Double-vented back with front flap pockets, ticket pocket, and a hand-cut welt pocket. The blue mohair flat-front trousers with side adjusters matching the rest of the suit in color. It was clear that the custom Tom Ford suit was worn to turn heads.

A half-hour went by, and Odin was standing in a circle with guests. People in the group would vie for his attention. The men would often save him a spot when he left to grab a drink. There was always a woman standing on one side of him, usually 2.

However, eyes would fall on a familiar face escorting someone towards the second floor. Sakkara was always up to trouble. Odin followed their trail using his wife's scent, excusing himself from the circle and making his way up the stairs. The scent grew stronger the further Odin walked down the hallway, but it was the small scream that helped pinpoint the exact room. Confirmation came when Sakkara walked out of the room.


"Seriously?" The six-foot eight giant narrowed his eyes at Sakkara. He wasn't angry but clearly annoyed. It was then that he began to speak in a foreign language with his wife. Odin did not want anyone else understanding their conversation. "What if you were caught? That would be a bigger mess," warned Odin, licking the smidge of blood lingering on the side of her lip. He was very cautious these days. Humans had waged war on creatures like he before. "At some point, they will notice the leader of a nation is dead."


Sakkara looked at Odin and knew he was annoyed. She placed her hands on her hips and tiles her head to one side. She was pissed off, however, understood what he was saying by keeping a low profile. She was tired of hiding. She stepped up to him and looked into his eyes with a blank expression. "I am tired of hearing that bullshit Odin!! How much longer must we hide? I was almost assassinated and will get to the bottom of who it is that is trying to kill me." She grabs his hand then pulled his hand to walk along with her back to the event.

As she snapped her fingers, the bodies vanished. Sakkara smiled at Odin; we both walked out of the room into the massive hall. Down the stairs, the music played, and back to the event. Sakkara stopped and spoke with the security doormen, "Let me see the list." I told him. She compelled and command him, just as she asks by handing her the collected guestlist for the event. Sakkara usually skips subpoenaing some conflict.

She acts anti-social, but it's more of an elitism she gives off. Maybe she just doesn't want to spend any more time with people she works typically away from. To be a live witness to the debauchery of this human race for no other reason is how Sakkara felt. This is how it is played off to blend in with the humans.


Looked it over and handed it back to him and continued on to the floor, just to blend in and mingled with Odin as the event went on. Looking over to Odin, and replied. "I could see the guest list and who replied they're coming. As I looked up, I notice Hel looking right back into my eyes. Then everything Fade to black.

~Conclusion ~

Chapter One ~NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST~

She couldn't open her eyes. Body covered in something dry and hard. Not only was I covered, but it was in my nose and mouth. -Cough cough- my body reacted to sit up fast. I spat the dirt and dust from my mouth as ones I sat up in a hurry. In ragged~ Looking down at my body, it was covered in it quickly scrubbed it from my skin. Soon cleared my airways.
"Holy shit," Grouched, rubbing my eyes.


I was covered in a thin layer of black, rocky, hot dirt. I could already tell I was completely naked, feeling dirt, in uncomfortable places.
"Hello?" A familiar female voice called to my left.
Turning, making out the shape of her, it was Eve. She was sitting partially buried in the dirt, the same as me.
"Hey, can you hear me?" another female voice called from even further. It sounds like Cleo.
"Where are we?" another speaks out there. I knew the voicing sound familiar sounded like a few of my wives.
And while a chorus of voices rang out, I stared in horror at my surroundings.

The world was in ruins—impressive skyscrapers, little more than tattered husks. Burned-out shells of cars littered the landscape. The sky was red and filled with dark storm clouds that rolled and lightning and storms without rain. We seemed to be sitting in a slight indentation. Outside of this, there appeared to be a strong breeze blowing over. The hum of the wind was the only constant sound: no chirping birds, no sign of life, just the wind and the cries of others like the tortured souls in Hell. Getting to my hands and knees, I paid no mind to my nakedness.


"What the fuck?" A voice said beside me.
Turning to see it was my wife Rakshasa, busy brushing the dirt away from her face beside me. "You okay?" I asked her.
As she rubbed the dirt from her eyes, " I don't remember shit. What happened?" "What do you remember?"
She opened her eyes and looked at me before frowning. "What the hell is going."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, we're all naked. What do you remember?"
She frowned and shook her head, "I dunno. I think this is a nightmare."
Then Ardat, Pops up from the dirt in a state of panic in front of me, she screams "What in the fuck? how did we fucking get here?" She turned her head to face me. I couldn't remember much either. Brief flashes of memory playing in my mind. I was at a boy and girls fundraiser with my husband, King Odin. A man's face that... Made herself known it was my husband X for some reason.


"I't's X." I nodded, "I'd say nice to see you. But, I have the feeling you're going to be up for a fight for our lives. ." I just looked away to scan our surroundings. X shrugged and got up. "Whatever, I just calls 'em as I sees 'em." I just shook my head as he staggered towards the edge of the arrangement and walked out of view. Turning around, I could see dozens of people staggering to their feet.

King Odin and Drak La Marga, along with many other members. Thankfully there were none of our children, at least that I know of.
"SHIT!" Spoke too soon.
Turning back, I caught a glimpse of Del, running towards me. She had a terrified yet pissed-off expression. He'd barely made it into view before a large, demonic birdlike creature appeared behind him. It let out a loud shriek, before leaping onto her back, slamming her into the pavement with a heavy thud.


"AHHH! Oh shit, Wtf is going on!!!-" Then the ground began shaking, the dirt started to swallow us all back into the soil. Then everything stops shaking. I pushed my way out from the dirt and brushed myself off. I stood to my feet and see the endless graveyard, home to the souls of the damned placed there by Hel and her minion. The graveyard was so quiet even the breeze through it barely made a sound. Without warning, the entire unholy land began to shake and quake, tombstone started to crack and crumble from the tremendous force of this sudden tremor.

The ground starts to spider web, and the cracks began to glow with eerie yellowish-green energy. Then the ground exploded out into the air creating a dust cloud then engulfed the cemetery. The sight night was broken with loud laughter that grew louder as a patchy fleshed skeleton arose from the newly formed crater. Its eyes shared that eerie yellowish-green glow. The structure extends its gooey bone arms out to the graves surrounding it.

The glow embodies the boney figure before it shouts out energy tendrals that pierce the graves and their caskets, absorbing bio and soul energy, which starts to turn to meat, muscle, and flesh upon the skeleton. After several minutes the dust resettles, and out of the graveyard walks a fully revitalized Evil Ernie, dressed head to toe in black leather, a black t-shirt, and spiked boots.

He smiles and turns to the cemetary, placing two fingertips to his mouth and whistling loudly. "Get up, you deadheads! We got trouble to cause blood to spill, and I got a family to kill. Let's go!" By his command, the sounds of wood breaking and splintering, zombie grumbles and groans, and dirt clamps flopping to the ground fill the air. Again Ernie raises his arms, and his dark magic glows over his hands.

~To be continued~

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