Capítulo 1: The last Ásatrú
2015
New York
"Welcome everyone to the debut of this great Challenger! This is his first fight in the UFC ! He is 190cm tall, weighs 87kg and has a reach of 192cm. Here he comes! The Martial arts Genius that entered the world of Warriors like a storm! His wrestling skills are said to be unparalleled, his Muay Thai strikes fear into his enemies and no one has escaped his Brutal Wrath! From Santen, Germany, please Welcome, Johnnnnnnyyy "The Bear" Woods!
A figure emerged from a dark Corridor, slowly walking towards the illuminated Octagon. His honey-coloured eyes scanning the Arena for his Opponent, completely indifferent to the cheers of the spectators. His back was covered with the tattoo of a roaring bear, his blonde hair styled to a short Mullet. He entered the Octagon controlled and with a stern expression. His Movement suggested confidence and an almost eerie calmness. Only he knew the depth of his excitement. The only sound filling his mind, was his blood pumping through his body. He barely registered the smell of sweat and the soft ground despite his sharp senses. He wasn't nervous. He wasn't scared. He was Furious.
Usually Fighters are only hostile in the ring. Outside they are cool. It's a job. Sometimes you talk shit and insult each other. In the ring you try to kill each other. Afterwards you laugh together and reminisce about the ups and downs of the fight.
But not this time. This was personal.
"And here comes the Challenged. From the L.A. Kyokushin Karate Dojo. The Monster that emerged from the World of Karate! With a height of 184cm, a weight of 85kg and a reach of 188cm. Here he comes! a fighter with 0 losses, 0 draws and 13 wins, 11 through knock out! The Kyokushin Protege William "Spearfist" Sparrow!
There he was. The target of Johnnys wrath. He had stomped his way through the ranks of martial arts only for this. 13 wins. 11 knock outs. One murder.
The 2nd Fighter in the Arena was rather weighty but with a good reach for his size. Sadly he was still outmatched by Johnny by 4cm.
"Hello, this is Fred and George from the Commentator hall. Dear Spectators, you are not the only ones excited for this fight, right Fred? "
"Of course George those two are really special individuals. I personally am most excited to see "The Bear" in action but that's always the fun right George?"
"Of course Fred"
"They are touching the gloves, what a tense moment George!"
"It's reasonable, after all Johnny was friends with Karl "The Undead" Neumann. He was a great fighter who died in the hospital. Some say it was due to an intentional Front kick to the head, even after he tapped out."
"What a gruesome story George."
"Indeed Fred. Indeed"
"But enough of the emotional talk after all its Time! Both fighters are in their Corners! The lights are out! Will "the bear" rip William to shreds, and enact his Vengeance ? Or will "the spear" Slay the beast, known as Johnny? The Referee is giving the Signal !"
"Are youuu readyyyy toooooooo Rumble ?!"
"FIGHT!"
Both Contestants stood still for a second and an eerie silence permeated the air.
Suddenly the whole Octagon started to move.
"An Earthquake!" Someone screamed and Chaos broke loose.
'NO!'
Johnny had waited for this Chance. He wouldn't allow anything to interfere to kill this man. Not even an Earthquake.
In that exact moment William realised that he was in danger. He knew, he would die if he gave Johnny the opportunity to strike. They lunged forward. Williams infamous front kick, aiming for Johnnys head. the move that killed his friend. Johnny dodged and grabbed the leg, a split-second before the kick could unleash his power. Williams leg in one hand, Johnny swept the other with his own. A perfect Deashi Harai. William fell hard. His mind was too slow to register Johnnys elbow.
His head got crushed. His brain became a mushy paste. Bold and pink brain fluid splattered from his nose.
Johnny felt weird. The dead enemy before him didn't feel right. Was that it ? A crunching sound and little wetness on his elbow? He felt empty. The enacted Vengeance didn't bring him Joy. He wasn't happy. He only felt sadness. Karl was still dead.
Suddenly his mind became clear and his awareness rose. His senses finally captured the smell of leaking gas, the howling of the sirens and the creaking of the installations above him.
"Fuck."
The Heavy Steel frame crushed his body, breaking his limbs. The pain and Numbness, were overshadowed, by an ethereal body. Something almost human. A Woman ? She rode a horse her body covered in scale armour.
'How Beautiful'
Was his last thought before he died.
He could feel as his Soul got ripped from his body and transported somewhere.
This somewhere slowly took shape. It was an endless black plain. The floor didn't consist of anything he knew. It felt like a mix of Sand and water. but also slightly wobbly and like something else he couldn't put his mind on. He couldn't smell, hear or see anything as there was no source of light, noise or smell, other than the floor that might be able to grant him such Sensation. But then he realised far away was indeed something. A light. A blue light. It just hovered in the air. He walked towards it in hope of finding a clue about his whereabouts. The Light started floating away. Was it a whisp?
He wanted to call out to the light but his voice failed him. He still followed the little whisp. After what seemed like an Eternity he reached another light source. A row of torches. And behind them stood a golden throne. The throne was occupied by a tall silhouette. Its body was covered in black Robes. On its shoulder sat a black Raven and in its hand was a white Raven. The mysterious figure kept stroking the small creature gently. The raven seemed disfigured his feathers covered in blood his body motionless. A companion of the past. The figure lifted its head. A beard, long braided white hair and a face sculpted through time. But his most enchanting feature must have been his eyes. His right one was covered by a patch with blood trickling out from behind. His right eye was the strangest thing about him. An incredible degree of pressure befell Johnny as he glimpsed upon it. The eye was black and the middle was just a white-purplish dot spiralling outwards almost like a small galaxy. But unlike a Galaxy it was surrounded by a glowing Blue, slightly misshaped R.
'Raidho! This means he must be...'
He was bewildered by the possibility of his discovery. He looked around and tried to grasp if this was real. Suddenly, he looked down.
A scream escaped Johnnys mouth as he realised what he had been walking on the whole time. The floor was covered in bloody, mangled Corpses. Intestines, Bone splinters and chopped limbs. This was no Void. It was a battlefield and the old man was the only survivor in a world filled with death. A king with no subjects. A Family head with no kin. A father without children.
"Is this… Ragnarök ?" Johnny was scared of the answer.
"No. If it was Ragnarök the outcome would be different. This is after Ragnarök. It is the end of the old Pantheons"
Said the man in a hoarse voice.
"This." He gestured around him "is the end of our Faith. The end of all Ásatrú."
"Im Wotan and Wednesday. Im the Allfather with burning eyes. The King of the Aesir and the Ruler of Valhalla. But to you ? to you I am Odin!"
"And you" he pointed at Johnny " you are Johnathan Woods. The last member of a forgotten line of norse Warriors and Heroes. The heir of Sigurd the Dragonslayer and therefore my last descendant. The last one who follows the old ways and holds our godly blood."
"Will you accept your heritage ? Will you help me?"
"Why should I ? I do believe in you. I do follow the old ways. But I hate you! You "Gods" have never done anything other than basking in your selfish ideas of glory and Honour! What is your honour worth now, huh? You family is dead. You have nothing. You are a king with no kingdom. A god with no followers. You are not Odin, the Allfather. You are nothing. You know what. I don't want my heritage. Just kill me and be done with it. "
"You are a strange one. I was a god of Wisdom. I know what you want. and why you act the way you do. Before you ask, Yes I knew that Karl would die. Could I have saved him ? No. His death was out of my control. I am not the god of fate, or the god of death, but most importantly, I am too weak. But I can give you a new way. I can't resurrect him, but I have a different offer."
"I will hear you out but you better prove why you are called a god."
"I will have to instruct you with a mission. I can't turn back time but I can send you to another World where history is a thousand years behind. Save my Version of that reality. Unite the Gods there. Not just the Pagan ones but all of us so one day, we all can be at peace. If you do that I will also send Karl there and lead you to him. Do we have a deal ?"
"We have a deal. But know this. If you don't stand true to your promise I will seek you out and Show you what Ragnarök truly is."
"I expected nothing less. I still have a gift for you but we sadly don't have much time left . You will realise what it is as soon as you arrive."
"You did good Allfather. You will die with honour"
"Thank you. Good luck, friend"
And everything went black.
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|Hello, Einherje|
|I am the Unification System|
|With me you will be able to gain limitless Potential, Power and the ability to unify all of the Gods.|
|Are you ready ?|
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