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"Are you certain that you know a person best?"

The question, spoken in a voice chillingly cold, echoed through the assembled crowd of gods and humans, sending a wave of fear rippling through them. No one dared answer. Primordial beings rarely cared for the anxieties of mortals or even lesser deities. The speaker continued, their gaze sweeping across the silent gathering.

"Do you wish to know the story of our honorable fighters for humanity? I think this will teach your arrogant selves a valuable lesson."

With a snap of their fingers, Chaos transported everyone back to the blood-soaked arena where Ragnarok had unfolded. The shift was instantaneous, jarring. Confusion, fear, uneasiness, and caution were etched on every face, blurring the supposed lines between gods and humans. They shared these primal emotions, a testament to the shared experience of witnessing such a brutal and extraordinary conflict.

"Enjoy," Chaos declared, the word hanging in the air like a death knell.

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After Ragnarok, the primordial being, Chaos, granted the survivors' wishes—to restore the lives lost in the cataclysm. Now, gods and humans coexist in a world reborn, a tentative peace forged between them. They share cities and fields, learning to navigate the complexities of their intertwined existences. While some celebrate this new era of cooperation, others remain wary, their memories of the devastating fight a constant reminder of the potential for conflict. Old prejudices and ingrained fears don't vanish overnight, and whispers of dissent echo in the shadows. Some humans resent the continued presence of the gods, seeing them as a constant reminder of their past vulnerability. Others among the gods, accustomed to wielding absolute power, struggle to adapt to a world where their authority is no longer unquestioned. The fragile peace is constantly tested by these undercurrents of unease, threatening to shatter the harmony that Chaos so generously bestowed.  

Yet Chaos wasn't done. They awoke once more, declaring that both gods and humans should know the true lives of their beloved human fighters. Chaos forced them to witness the pain, struggles, and challenges these fighters had endured on Earth.

(A gender bender story, where gods and humans learn more about our beloved fighters. Some characters backstories are my own creation, and some elements are non-canon. Please enjoy the story!)

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It has been a few years since the end of Ragnarok. Humanity has been given a chance to live for thousands of years. As agreed, the fighters for humanity were given a place to stay in Valhalla. The once holy place has been transformed into something humans are familiar with. Valhalla, once a holy place, has become more like a human settlement, where vendors can be seen everywhere, with clothing stores, candy shops, restaurants, and much more. Maintaining this new Valhalla is the responsibility of the humans who reside there.

In the early years of the united gods and humans, fights, complaints, mockery, and belittlement were directed at the human souls residing in the gods' realm. Gods, nymphs, sirens, cyclopes, and monsters alike hated the humans whom Zeus had agreed to welcome. This animosity stemmed from a variety of reasons, including resentment over the humans' presence in their sacred space, fear of their potential power, and a general disdain for their perceived inferiority. Some gods saw the humans as a stain on their perfect society, while others worried that their presence would disrupt the established order and balance of power. The monsters, driven by instinct and perhaps influenced by the gods' negativity, simply saw them as prey. Even certain nymphs and sirens, known for their beauty and charm, harbored a deep-seated prejudice against the newcomers, viewing them as crude and disruptive. The air crackled with tension, and it seemed only a matter of time before this simmering hatred boiled over into open conflict.

Yet, their hatred towards the humans gradually diminished when the Einherjar decided to become the protectors of humanity. Even without the Valkyries guiding them, these fighters were blessed with power equal to that of their divine rivals, effectively making them demigods. They became incredibly powerful, yet even though they possessed the strength to destroy gods and mythical creatures, they refrained from doing so, honoring the agreement between gods and humans. This display of restraint, coupled with their unwavering commitment to protecting humanity, slowly earned them the respect, and in some cases, even the admiration of the gods. The Einherjar, now imbued with divine power but grounded by their human origins, acted as a bridge between the two races. They patrolled the borders of the divine realm, quelling any uprisings from disgruntled monsters or power-hungry gods. Their presence served as a constant reminder of the fragile peace that had been forged, a peace that depended on mutual respect and adherence to the agreed-upon terms. The humans, emboldened by the Einherjar's protection, began to thrive in their new environment, establishing communities and contributing their unique skills and perspectives to the once exclusively divine realm. While pockets of resentment still lingered, the overall atmosphere shifted from one of hostility to one of cautious coexistence, a testament to the Einherjar's dedication and the power of their unwavering commitment to peace.

The fighters, agreeing to become one large family as suggested by Adam, were gifted a sprawling mansion by Zeus, nestled away from the bustling streets of Valhalla. However, not all of them resided within its grand walls. After all, the female fighters were either married or engaged to their former rivals—gods with whom they had once clashed in the epic battles of Ragnarok. These unions, initially surprising to many, had blossomed into genuine love and respect. The former adversaries, now partners, sought to build their own lives, often choosing to reside in the domains of their godly spouses. Some established homes in the celestial realms, while others preferred to live amongst mortals, bridging the gap between the divine and the human worlds. This dispersal of the female fighters, while initially seeming to break up the family unit, actually strengthened it in a different way. It created a network of connections spanning across different realms and societies, with the mansion serving as a central hub where they could gather, share stories, and celebrate their unique bonds. The remaining members of the family, those who chose to stay in the mansion, became a close-knit group, supporting each other and maintaining the legacy of their shared battles and newfound kinship. They welcomed their sisters and their families with open arms whenever they visited, ensuring that the sense of familial unity remained unbroken, even across vast distances and different realms.

The females of the family had all found themselves in relationships with gods. In the beginning, the humans were wary of the gods, to put it mildly. Some relationships were fraught with misunderstandings, some were plagued by denial of feelings, and some even began with one party running away. It was a difficult period, filled with uncertainty and a lingering distrust stemming from the recent Ragnarok. The gods, however, proved persistent. They patiently courted the human women, demonstrating their sincerity and genuine affection. They worked tirelessly to clear up misunderstandings, often through heartfelt conversations and grand gestures. They showed a willingness to understand human perspectives and emotions, something that had been lacking in the past. Slowly but surely, they chipped away at the walls of distrust. The human women, initially hesitant, began to see the gods not as distant, powerful beings, but as individuals with their own vulnerabilities and desires. As the gods’ efforts to woo them continued, the relationships deepened, strengthened by mutual respect, understanding, and a growing love that transcended the boundaries of divinity and humanity. These relationships, once a source of anxiety and division, became a symbol of the evolving relationship between gods and humans, a testament to the power of love to bridge even the widest of divides. They also served as a constant reminder of the peace that had been forged, a peace that was now being nurtured and solidified by these unique and powerful unions.

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Deep within the sea, lies a place once thought to be merely a legend, a city lost to time and never seen again: the Lost City of Atlantis.

This magnificent city is ruled by the formidable god Poseidon, one of the Twelve Olympians of ancient Greece.

Poseidon is a fearsome, haughty, and cold-hearted individual, feared by gods and mortals alike. A merciless god, he grants no second chances to those he deems unworthy. Everyone fears his wrath; no one has ever escaped his judgment...except for one person. This individual, a human woman named Sasaki Kojiro, had somehow managed to capture Poseidon's attention, not through fear or supplication, but through an act of extraordinary courage and kindness. This act, so unexpected from a mortal, had sparked a flicker of something akin to admiration, perhaps even respect, within the god's hardened heart. Poseidon, accustomed to obedience and fear, found himself intrigued by this human who dared to be herself in his presence. He chose not to punish her, as many expected, but instead, he began to observe her from afar, fascinated by her resilience, her compassion, and her unwavering spirit. This unusual interest soon blossomed into something more complex, something that even Poseidon, in all his divine power, struggled to understand. 

Years ago, Poseidon, the god's representative in the third round of Ragnarok, fought against humanity's champion, Sasaki Kojiro. Poseidon, with a deep-seated hatred for humans, desired their complete annihilation. He lost that round to a mere human, a mere human woman. The defeat was a crushing blow to his pride. Upon his resurrection, he felt neither joy nor relief, only burning rage and humiliation. He sought out Sasaki, intent on erasing her very existence. But when he finally found her, poised to strike the killing blow, something stopped him. He couldn't kill her. He simply couldn't. Confused by this unexpected inability, he decided to observe her, to understand the strange hold she had over him. His initial plan was to understand her so he could find a way to kill her. But as the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, his observation evolved. He went from watching her from afar to lingering nearby, then to speaking to her, and finally, to genuinely connecting with her. He found himself drawn to her strength, her kindness, and her surprisingly insightful perspective on the world. As Poseidon got to know Sasaki better, his hatred slowly melted away, replaced by something far more complex and unexpected. He found himself captivated by her, his rage transforming into a grudging respect, then admiration, and finally, something akin to love. This transformation was agonizing for Poseidon. He, a god of the sea, powerful and feared, was now entangled in the web of human emotions, something he had always scorned. He struggled to reconcile his former hatred with his newfound feelings, a conflict that raged within him like a storm.

[PRESENT]

"It is an honor to be in your presence today, my lord," a merman greeted Poseidon with graceful deference, kneeling to show his respect to the Lord of the Seas. "We hope to apologize and thank you for coming here, even though you are so busy."

Poseidon, however, remained unresponsive. He sat upon his grand throne, his cheek resting against his fist, his gaze fixed on some unseen point in the distance. He didn't even acknowledge the merman's greeting with a glance, his usual icy expression unchanging.

The merman remained awkwardly kneeling, waiting for Poseidon to command him to rise. But the minutes ticked by in heavy, unsettling silence. Neither of them spoke; the only sound was the faint murmur of the ocean currents outside the throne room.

Proteus, Poseidon's loyal butler, stood impassively at the foot of the throne, seemingly unbothered by the tense quiet. He had clearly grown accustomed to his master's unpredictable moods and the awkward silences that often accompanied them. He knew that Poseidon's mind was often elsewhere, lost in thoughts that no one, not even Proteus, could fully fathom. He also knew that eventually, Poseidon would speak, though the timing and the nature of his words were always a mystery. The merman, shifting uncomfortably under Poseidon's unseeing gaze, began to sweat slightly. He wasn't sure what he had done to offend the god, or if he had offended him at all. The silence itself was a form of judgment, a heavy weight pressing down on him. He swallowed nervously, wondering if he should repeat his greeting, or simply remain kneeling until Poseidon deigned to acknowledge him.

The merman, unable to endure the oppressive silence any longer, decided to speak. "My lord," he began, his voice trembling slightly, "I have come here to discuss a matter concerning... the rulers of the seas."

Poseidon remained motionless, his posture unchanged, as the merman continued. "My lord, regardless of any prior agreements, we cannot tolerate a mere human being the queen of the seas. It is a grave insult, not only to our people but to you as well. Therefore, we, the nobles, have decided to assist you in ridding yourself of this pathetic human. She is nothing more than an eyesore, a piece of trash who dared to... to..." The merman trailed off, suddenly finding it difficult to articulate his insults.

The atmosphere in the throne room had grown noticeably colder the moment the merman uttered the first slight against the queen of the seas. The merman, however, remained oblivious to the shift, to the almost palpable tension that had filled the air. He was so caught up in his own self-importance and his perceived duty to "protect" Poseidon's honor, that he failed to notice the subtle warning signs. He blithely continued his tirade, unaware that he was digging his own grave with every word.

Proteus, observing the unfolding scene with a mixture of amusement and pity, shook his head almost imperceptibly. What an utter fool, he thought. He has no idea what he's done. He watched as the merman, completely unaware of the danger he was in, continued to spew his venomous words, insulting someone arguably more important to Poseidon than even himself. Proteus knew that Poseidon's silence was not indifference. It was calm before the storm. He braced himself for the inevitable explosion, feeling a pang of sympathy for the merman, despite his arrogance. He knew that the merman's ill-chosen words had sealed his fate.

As the merman rambled on, oblivious to the growing danger, Poseidon abruptly sat up. He descended the steps from his throne, his trident gripped tightly in his right hand, his movements deliberate and menacing as he advanced toward the naive merman.

The merman, finally noticing Poseidon's approach, felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead. Nervousness washed over him, replacing his earlier bravado. "...My lord..." he stammered, his voice losing its confident edge.

Poseidon stopped directly in front of the kneeling merman, his gaze piercing and cold. He looked down at the trembling figure, his expression hardening. "...To my wife," he stated, his voice was low and dangerous.

"P-pardon?" the merman squeaked, his eyes darting around nervously, avoiding Poseidon's intense stare.

"What did you just say about my wife?"

Poseidon repeated, each word laced with a chilling threat.

The merman was now sweating profusely. He couldn't maintain eye contact with Poseidon; his body shook uncontrollably. He stammered, "M-my lo-lord, I-i..." He struggled to form a coherent sentence, the words he had so readily spoken moments before now frozen in his throat. He realized, with dawning horror, the magnitude of his mistake. He had not just insulted a human; he had insulted Poseidon's wife. And that was an offense that would not go unpunished. He knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that he had just sealed his own doom. He desperately searched for words to apologize, to explain, to somehow mitigate the wrath he had so foolishly incurred. But the words wouldn't come. He could only tremble and wait for the inevitable.

Poseidon tilted his head, his gaze icy and unforgiving as he looked down at the cowering merman. "You have insulted my wife," he said, his voice a low growl, "Insulted your queen. Did you honestly think you could get away with it?"

The merman, completely broken, could take no more. He kowtowed deeply, pressing his forehead against the cold, tiled floor. "...I-I'm...sor-sorry...my l-lord, ple-please...have...mercy..." he pleaded, his voice choked with fear.

Poseidon simply looked at him, his expression unchanged. The merman knew he had made a fatal error, a transgression of the highest order. He had crossed a line, and now he faced the consequences.

"Begone, you maggot," Poseidon commanded, his voice dripping with disdain. He raised his right arm, the trident gleaming in the light, and swung it towards the cowering merman. The merman, anticipating the blow, squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable. But the trident never connected. Instead, a powerful gust of water erupted from the tip of the trident, sending the merman hurtling backwards, crashing against a nearby wall. The force of the blast was enough to knock him unconscious, but Poseidon had, perhaps surprisingly, stopped short of delivering a lethal blow. He had made his point. The merman would live, but he would carry the scars of his transgression, both physical and emotional, for the rest of his days. Poseidon lowered his arm, his gaze lingering on the unconscious merman for a moment before turning away. He had shown his displeasure, and now he was done with the matter. He had more important things to occupy his thoughts, namely his wife. 

"Clean this up," Poseidon commanded Proteus, his voice dismissive. "I don't want my wife to nag me again." He turned and began walking towards the exit of the throne room, his regal bearing unaffected by the brief outburst of anger.

"Yes, my lord," Proteus replied, bowing respectfully as Poseidon departed. He then turned his attention to the unconscious merman, a look of mild exasperation on his face. He gestured to a group of nearby maids, who had witnessed the entire scene with wide eyes. "Gather the cleaning supplies," he instructed them, his voice crisp and efficient. "And be quick about it. The sooner this is taken care of, the better." He glanced back at the merman, shaking his head slightly. Foolish, he thought again. He should have known better than to speak ill of the queen. He knew that Poseidon's love for his wife, Sasaki, was fierce and protective. Anyone who dared to disrespect her would face his wrath. He supervised the maids as they efficiently cleaned the throne room, removing all traces of the merman's unfortunate visit. He made sure the floor was spotless, the air free of any lingering tension. Once the room was restored to its usual pristine condition, Proteus reported back to Poseidon, assuring him that the matter had been dealt with. He knew that Poseidon, despite his outward indifference, would appreciate the swift and discreet handling of the situation. And he also knew that Sasaki, with her sharp intuition, would likely know something had occurred. He just hoped that Poseidon's quick action would be enough to appease her, and prevent any "nagging," as the god so eloquently put it.

Meanwhile, Poseidon walked down a long hallway, his trident having vanished from his grasp as mysteriously as it had appeared. He continued his steady pace towards a specific room. As he drew closer, he could hear the distinct sounds of wood and straw colliding, creating a rhythmic thump and thwack.

"HAH!" a shout echoed from within the room.

Poseidon paused at the door, listening for a few moments before twisting the knob and entering.

The room opened into a spacious Japanese dojo, its walls painted a pristine white and the floors crafted from soft, brown wood. The vast space could easily accommodate a hundred people, and at the moment, it was filled with activity. Shouts, moans, and the heavy breathing of exertion filled the air. Humans and mythical creatures, clad in traditional Japanese training outfits, wielded wooden swords, practicing diligently. At the center of the dojo, a tall, petite woman oversaw the training. Scars marked her visible tanned skin, a testament to her own experience. Her long, soft black hair was tied back in a high ponytail, emphasizing the strength and determination in her face. She, too, wore a Japanese training outfit. She moved among the trainees, her keen eyes scanning their movements, offering guidance, pointing out their mistakes, and offering words of encouragement. She was clearly a skilled instructor, her presence commanding respect and inspiring her students to push their limits. Poseidon watched her for a moment, a flicker of something akin to amusement in his eyes. He knew exactly who she was and what she was doing. He had come to see her.

Sasaki noticed Poseidon standing by the door.  She excused herself from her sparring partner and walked towards him, a slight flush warming her cheeks despite the cool morning air.  She handed her wooden sword to the waiting servant and gratefully accepted the towel offered. Dabbing at the beads of sweat that clung to her forehead and neck, she approached her husband.

Poseidon waited patiently, his gaze fixed on her. He observed the dampness clinging to her skin, the way her dark hair curled slightly at the temples from the exertion.  A flicker of possessiveness, sharp and unexpected, stirred within him.  Had she been training with a man? The thought, unbidden, tightened his jaw.  He quickly pushed it aside, reminding himself of Sasaki's dedication and discipline.  She trained hard, yes, but always with the utmost propriety.  Still, the image of her flushed and breathless lingered in his mind, fueling a possessive fire he hadn't realized he possessed.

Sasaki reached him, a small smile gracing her lips. "Poseidon," she greeted softly, her voice still slightly breathless.  "What brings you here?  I didn't expect you so early."  She tilted her head slightly, her eyes searching his.  "Is everything alright?"

He returned her smile, although unnoticeable to people, though a hint of something darker still lingered in his eyes.  "Everything is fine," he assured her, his voice smooth and even.  He reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering for a moment against her warm cheek.  "I simply… missed you."  The words were simple, yet they carried a weight of unspoken emotion that made Sasaki's heart flutter.

Sasaki giggled, her cheeks flushed a vibrant crimson. She still wasn't accustomed to this warm, loving side of Poseidon. The memory of their past encounter during Ragnarok, where she had been forced to kill him, lingered like a phantom pain. Even after his resurrection, a deep-seated fear had driven her to flee his presence whenever she sensed him nearby, even if she couldn't see him. So, when he had finally spoken to her, his voice was not the cold, indifferent tone he usually employed but a surprisingly soft, albeit still cold, one, she had been utterly taken aback. Speechless, she had retreated to the sanctuary of her family's mansion, remaining hidden for an entire month, terrified that it was some elaborate trick, a carefully crafted facade designed to lower her guard. The memory of that fear, of the constant tension coiled in her stomach, made her giggle again, this time with a touch of nervous relief. How foolish she had been!

Poseidon had been remarkably patient.  He hadn't pursued her, and hadn't forced a confrontation.  Instead, he had given her space, allowing her to adjust to this new reality at her own pace.  He had sent her gifts, small tokens of affection – a rare seashell, a beautifully illustrated scroll, a bouquet of her favorite lilies – each accompanied by a short, carefully worded note. The notes weren't declarations of love or demands for explanations. They were simple, almost shy, expressions of his… well, she wasn't sure what they were expressions of.  Care?  Affection?  Regret?  The ambiguity itself was both unsettling and strangely comforting. Finally, after weeks of self-imposed isolation, she had ventured out, cautiously at first, like a timid creature emerging from its burrow. And there he had been, waiting for her. Not with grand pronouncements or dramatic gestures, but with a quiet understanding in his eyes that had melted the last vestiges of her fear. He had simply taken her hand, his touch surprisingly gentle, and led her back to his side. And now, here they were, months later, and she still sometimes found herself blushing at his simplest touch, still surprised by the tenderness in his gaze. It was a slow, tentative dance of rediscovery, a rebuilding of trust on the ruins of their past. And with every stolen glance, every whispered word, every shared smile, Sasaki felt a little bit more of her fear recede, replaced by something akin to… hope.

"Hello, dear, what are you doing here?" Sasaki tilted her head, a playful smile gracing her lips. Thanks to the blessings of a Primordial being, she had been restored to her youthful prime, yet her skills remained equal to Poseidon's, truly befitting her position as queen of the seas. Although she still had to look up at him – the height difference was noticeable, after all.  She wasn't short by any means; it was simply that gods, Poseidon especially, were exceptionally tall.

Poseidon gently cupped her cheeks in his hands, his expression softening as he gazed at her. To the outside world, he might still appear as the cold and cruel tyrant of the sea, but Sasaki knew better. After months of being together, she had learned to decipher the subtle nuances of his stoic face. She could tell when he was happy, sad, angry, or annoyed, even when those emotions were masked by his usual reserve. She was one of the few who could truly read him; Hades, his elder brother, was another.

"I was just thinking about you," Poseidon replied, his voice a low rumble that sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his touch feather-light. "And wondering where my queen had wandered off to."

Sasaki chuckled, leaning into Poseidon's touch. "As you can see, my dear king," she began, gesturing towards the training grounds, "I'm training our soldiers… well, not all of them are soldiers. They're very determined to master the sword. I was so shocked when they asked me, but I'm also delighted!" Her eyes sparkled with genuine joy. This was the first time anyone had truly acknowledged her skills, and not just one person, but hundreds of human and divine creatures were genuinely interested in learning Japanese sword techniques. It filled her with a sense of purpose she hadn't anticipated.

Poseidon remained quiet, content to listen to his wife's lovely voice. He watched her animated expressions, the way her face lit up as she described her teaching, and how happy she was to share her skills with those eager to learn.  He knew how much this meant to her.

"Ah! I almost forgot!" Sasaki gasped gently, snapping her fingers. She walked back to the front of her assembled students and the servants who assisted her.  "Everyone! You're all dismissed! Please take care of your body and rest well. We'll start again tomorrow!" she announced, her voice ringing with enthusiasm. A chorus of acknowledgements and bows followed, the students clearly pleased with their progress and eager to return the next day. As they dispersed, chattering excitedly amongst themselves, Sasaki turned back to Poseidon, her smile even brighter than before.

"They're so enthusiastic," she said, shaking her head in amusement. "Some of them are even trying to incorporate the techniques into their own fighting styles. It's fascinating to watch."  She paused, her expression turning slightly more serious. "Thank you, Poseidon," she said softly, reaching out to take his hand. "For letting me do this. It means more than you know."

Poseidon squeezed her hand gently, his eyes reflecting the warmth he felt for her. "You don't need to thank me, my Queen." he replied, his voice low and sincere. "Your happiness is my happiness. And seeing you so passionate about something… it's beautiful." He paused, a hint of mischief flickering in his eyes.  "Although," he added, a slight smirk playing on his lips, "I might have to join one of your classes. I wouldn't want my queen to be teaching others skills I don't possess."

Sasaki paused for a second before she giggled, a playful glint in her eyes. "Haha, oh dear, when did you become so shameless?" she teased. "I swear, your past self would look at you like you'd lost your mind!"

Poseidon's eyes twitched slightly. He didn't appreciate her bringing up his past self; it was a sensitive subject. Sasaki noticed the subtle reaction and giggled again, thoroughly enjoying herself. She loved teasing Poseidon, especially when he was being so serious. 

"I'm sorry, dear, I'll stop now," she said, wiping away a stray tear that had escaped her eye from laughter. She tugged on his arm, and they began walking down the grand hall of the palace. "So," she inquired, her tone shifting to one of genuine curiosity, "What happened in the throne room? I sensed a distinct air of annoyance when you came into the dojo."

Poseidon sighed, his brow furrowing slightly. "It was the usual…"

Sasaki looked at him intently for a moment, her expression a mix of curiosity and disapproval. She opened her mouth, her voice carefully measured. "You didn't kill anyone again, did you?" She knew Poseidon's way of silencing dissent, of shutting down arguments, was often… permanent. When she had first witnessed his methods in court, she had been genuinely afraid, not of Poseidon himself, but of his casual, almost nonchalant way of dispensing death without explanation. The memory of those chilling displays had haunted her, and she hadn't spoken to him for a week after the first incident, until he had finally promised her that it wouldn't happen again.

She wasn't a saint herself. She, too, had taken lives in the past, but always in self-defense, when there was no other choice. There was a vast difference, she felt, between defending oneself and simply eliminating those who disagreed with you.

Poseidon's expression shifted slightly at her question, a flicker of something akin to guilt crossing his features. He avoided her gaze for a moment, then met her eyes with a sigh. "No," he said, his voice was low. "I didn't. I… I managed to restrain myself." He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration. "It was… difficult," he admitted. "They were being particularly… obtuse."

Sasaki nodded slowly, relief washing over her. "I'm glad," she said softly. "Thank you, Poseidon." She reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently. "I know it's not easy for you," she continued, "but it means a lot to me that you try."

Poseidon looked at her hand in his, his fingers tightening around hers. "I know," he murmured. "And I… I'm trying. For you." He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a sincerity that touched her heart. "I understand your concerns, and I promise you, I will continue to work on it." He paused, a wry smile touching his lips. "Though," he added, "a fishing competition is sometimes the only way to maintain my sanity."

Sasaki blinked her eyes, then grinned playfully. "Oh! You're so on!" she exclaimed. "I'll catch so many fish that I'll make you fulfill one of my demands! HAHAHAHA!" Sasaki darted past Poseidon, then looked over her shoulder, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Race you to the shore!" Her face was bright with joy, radiating an infectious energy. Truly, Sasaki Kojiro was one of the most beautiful women in the heavenly realm.

Poseidon smirked slightly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. As he quickened his pace to match hers, he countered, "If I win, you'll fulfill one of my wishes then, my dear wife." He chuckled, enjoying the playful competition. He wasn't about to let her get away with thinking she had already won. He knew how competitive she could be, and he relished the challenge.

They raced across the palace grounds, their laughter echoing through the halls. Sasaki, nimble and quick, had a slight head start, but Poseidon's long strides quickly closed the gap. They reached the shore in a flurry of splashing water and breathless giggles.

"I won!" Sasaki declared, though she was clearly out of breath. She pointed at the shoreline. "I got here first!"

Poseidon raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his face. "Are you sure about that?" he asked, pointing to a spot just a few feet further down the beach. "I believe I was slightly ahead."

Sasaki narrowed her eyes playfully. "That's just your interpretation," she retorted. "Besides," she added, her smile widening, "even if you did win, I'm still going to make you fulfill one of my demands."

Poseidon chuckled, shaking his head. "And what might that demand be?" he asked, curious.

Sasaki tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm," she mused. "I haven't decided yet. But it will be something good, I promise." She paused, her expression turning slightly more serious. "But first," she said, "let's catch some fish." She looked out at the sparkling water, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "And then," she added with a wink, "we'll see who's the real winner."

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There exists a realm where sinners and demons reside, a place from which no living being can escape, nor can any living being enter. A domain of souls and other unearthly entities, Helheim is one of the three principal realms of the gods.

Helheim, often referred to by mortals as the Netherworld or Underworld, is a place devoid of life. It is ruled by one of the most respected and powerful deities, Hades, ruler of the underworld, the god upon whom the other gods most rely, and the eldest brother of Poseidon and Zeus.

The entrance to Helheim is guarded by a creature both merciful and dangerous: Cerberus. Offspring of the monsters Echidna and Typhon, Cerberus is typically depicted as a three-headed hound with a serpent's tail and snakes sprouting from various parts of his body. He is most famously known for his capture by Heracles, the last of Heracles' twelve laborers.

Helheim was once described as a dark, dangerous, cold, and lonely place. But all that changed when a mortal came to rule there, a human who audaciously declared herself lord of the underworld. Under both Hades and her reign, the once desolate realm was transformed into what many, gods and mortals alike, call paradise. Helheim became a sought-after destination, a place where visitors longed to stay. Its residents, both permanent and transient, speak glowingly of the transformation, all thanks to the arrogant yet kind human who now governs their realm.

Of course, not everyone agreed with the transformation. The demons who dwelled in Helheim marched upon Hades' castle, demanding an explanation. Hades, ever patient, explained that they now had a new queen to rule Helheim at his side. The demons erupted in fury, hurling insults at the new queen of the underworld. Hades frowned at their tantrum and ordered them to leave. They refused, demanding that Hades hand over the human. Finally, his patience exhausted, Hades threatened them with annihilation if they did not depart immediately.

The demons were about to attack when they heard the click of shoes approaching. The sound grew closer and closer until the two massive doors to the throne room creaked open. Ascending the stairs was a figure that commanded attention. A woman, slender and pale-skinned, with long, dark hair that reached her waist, streaked with a vibrant blood-red hue on one side. A crimson centipede tattoo adorned her cheek. She wore a traditional Chinese hanfu. Adorned with an array of jewelry, a pair of jade er dang earrings, and a silver ring on her left hand, she was a vision of exotic beauty and power. Yet, the most striking aspect of her appearance was the blindfold that covered her eyes. She moved with an air of pride and confidence, radiating an aura that spoke of fearlessness.

"Hao! What's all this ruckus about?" she asked, her voice calm and measured. Hades, seeing his beloved wife, visibly relaxed. He moved to her side, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"My love," Hades began, his voice laced with affection, "it seems our…guests have some concerns about your…ascension." He gestured towards the assembled demons with a subtle flick of his wrist. "They were just expressing their…disapproval."

The woman, Qin Shi Huang, tilted her head slightly, as if listening to the lingering echoes of their shouts. "Concerns?" she echoed, her voice laced with amusement.  "I understand. Change can be…unsettling." She turned her face towards the demons, her expression unreadable. "But let me assure you," she continued, her voice gaining a steely edge, "I have no intention of disrupting the natural order of Helheim. My goal is simply to…improve it."

One of the larger demons, a hulking brute with horns and glowing red eyes, scoffed. "Improve it? By turning it into a playground for mortals?  By filling it with flowers and…and… music?" He spat the words as if they were poisonous. "This is Helheim! The realm of the dead! It is meant to be a place of suffering, not…recreation!"

Qin Shi Huang remained unfazed. "Suffering?" she asked softly. "Is that truly what you desire? Endless, pointless suffering? Or would you perhaps prefer…purpose? A chance to…evolve?" She paused, letting her words hang in the air. "I offer you a choice. Embrace the change, and you may find yourselves surprised by what you discover. Resist it, and…well, you will discover the true meaning of suffering." Her voice dropped to a near whisper, but it carried a weight that made the demons shiver. Even Hades felt a prickle of unease, despite knowing the depth of his wife's compassion. He knew, however, that her kindness was not to be mistaken for weakness.

The demons exchanged uneasy glances. Her words, though veiled in ambiguity, carried a clear threat. They had challenged Hades, the god of the underworld, and lived to tell the tale. But this…this was different. This was a power they didn't understand, a force that seemed to emanate not from divine right, but from something far more ancient and primal.

Qin Shi Huang's lips curled into a slow, predatory grin. "But... if you so wish to rebel," she said, her voice laced with a dangerous sweetness, "why don't we discuss it with our fists? After all, words alone cannot be trusted." She cracked her knuckles, the sound echoing through the throne room. "I'll teach your arrogant selves a lesson," she continued, her gaze sweeping over the assembled demons, "and nag you for disturbing my husband."

Hades sighed, a mixture of amusement and resignation in his eyes. He knew how much Qin enjoyed a good fight. Her reign in the human world, while glorious, had been a heavy burden. Being a ruler, even of a vast empire, was not easy. It seemed she missed the visceral thrill of combat, the raw energy of physical confrontation. He understood. Ruling Helheim, even with him by her side, likely didn't offer the same kind of.....catharsis.

The demons, initially emboldened by their numbers and their inherent demonic nature, faltered under Qin's intense gaze. Her words, though spoken with a smile, carried the weight of a thousand battles. They sensed a power in her, a raw strength that transcended her elegant appearance. Hesitantly, they shifted their weight, some glancing nervously at each other, unsure whether to press their challenge.

Before any of them could make a move, Hades stepped forward, placing a hand gently on Qin's shoulder. "My love," he said, his voice resonating with divine authority, "perhaps we can find a… more diplomatic solution to this… misunderstanding." He cast a stern look at the demons. "Remember," he warned, "my queen speaks with my voice. To defy her is to defy me."

Qin chuckled softly, leaning into Hades' touch. "Oh, Hades," she purred, "always the diplomat. But sometimes," she added, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "diplomacy requires a… demonstration of power." She winked at him, a playful glint in her blindfolded eyes. "Don't worry, my love," she reassured him, "I won't break anything… too important."

Hades shook his head, a fond smile gracing his lips. He knew better than to try and dissuade her when she was in this mood. "Very well," he conceded, "but try to keep the… collateral damage to a minimum." He turned back to the demons. "You have witnessed my queen's… offer. Choose wisely. Do you continue your rebellion, or will you accept her rule?"

The demons, now thoroughly intimidated by the combined presence of Hades and Qin Shi Huang, began to murmur amongst themselves. The bravado they had displayed moments earlier had evaporated, replaced by a palpable fear. They knew they were outmatched. This wasn't just a god they were defying; it was a god and a force of nature wrapped in human form. Slowly, reluctantly, they began to kneel, one by one, acknowledging Qin's authority. The rebellion was over before it truly began. Qin Shi Huang, the human queen of the underworld, had once again proven that her reign would be defined not just by kindness, but by an undeniable strength that none dared challenge.

When the rebellious demons had finally dispersed, leaving the throne room in an uneasy peace, Hades and Qin retired to their office. Stacks of paperwork threatened to topple over on Hades' desk. He had barely made a dent in the mountainous pile, and it seemed to have doubled in size while he was dealing with the disturbance. He sighed, resigning himself to his fate, and began methodically organizing the documents.

He glanced up and noticed Qin still lingering by the door. She was pouting, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, and her foot tapping impatiently against the floor. Clearly, she was not pleased.

"What's wrong, my love?" Hades asked, his voice gentle. He knew her well enough to recognize the signs of her displeasure.

Qin turned her face away from him, her expression petulant. "I was so close to beating those demons," she grumbled, her voice laced with frustration. "I can't believe you let go of this chance." She gestured vaguely in the direction of the departed demons. "They were practically begging for it!"

Hades chuckled softly. "My dear," he said, "I understand your… enthusiasm. But resorting to violence every time someone disagrees with us is hardly a sustainable management strategy." He paused, considering his words. "Besides," he added with a teasing glint in his eyes, "I rather enjoy seeing you in a position of authority. It's… quite captivating."

Qin remained stubbornly silent for a moment, her pout deepening. Then, she turned back to him, a flicker of amusement softening her features. "Oh, so you admit I was right?" she challenged, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

Hades raised an eyebrow. "Right about what, exactly?"

"About teaching them a lesson!" Qin exclaimed, throwing her hands up in mock exasperation. "They were being disrespectful, and they needed to be reminded of their place."

Hades leaned back in his chair, considering her words. "And you think a brawl in the throne room would have achieved that?"

Qin shrugged. "It certainly would have been more… entertaining," she retorted. "And it would have relieved some stress. "She glanced pointedly at the mountain of paperwork on his desk. "Unlike some people, I prefer a more… direct approach to problem-solving."

Hades chuckled again. "My love," he said, "your 'direct approach' often involves a significant amount of property damage. Remember what happened to the west wing when those harpies got loose?"

Qin winced, a sheepish expression crossing her face. "Okay, point taken," she conceded. "But still," she muttered, "a little scuffle wouldn't have hurt." She walked over to his desk and began idly rearranging the papers. "So," she said, changing the subject, "what are all these documents about, anyway?"

Hades sighed. "The usual," he replied wearily. "Petitions from the shades, requests from the other gods, complaints about Cerberus… the joys of underworld management."

Qin wrinkled her nose. "Sounds dreadfully boring," she commented. She picked up a scroll and began to unroll it. "Maybe I can help," she offered, though her tone suggested she would much rather be doing something else. "After all," she added with a mischievous grin, "I'm the queen of this place now, too. I should probably start earning my keep."

Hades raised an eyebrow, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Why should you earn your place?" he asked gently. "Without you, this place would still be the same gloomy, scary realm everyone feared."

Qin settled into the chair at her own desk, half the paperwork still clutched in her hand. "That's true," she conceded, "but I can't just sit idly by while you stress yourself out, dear. Remember, I was a ruler once, during my reign. I know how tiring it is, sitting at that desk, listening to power-hungry nobles barking orders." A small smile touched her lips. "I'm just glad some of my people decided to help me when I first moved here to Helheim."

Her loyal followers, the ones who had served her in her past life, had chosen to follow her even into the underworld. Their souls, once wandering aimlessly, found purpose again when they learned that Qin Shi Huang was now queen of Helheim. They flocked to her banner, eager to serve their former ruler once more. Now, they worked alongside Qin and Hades, assisting in the administration of the underworld. Hades' servants, who had long labored alone in the gloomy palace, were grateful for the company and the extra hands. The dark, lonely, and frankly terrifying atmosphere of Helheim had never attracted many applicants for palace staff.

"It's not just about helping me," Qin continued, her voice softening. "It's about… us. We're partners in this, Hades. Rulers together. I don't want you to carry all the burden yourself." She paused, her gaze meeting his. "Besides," she added with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "who else is going to keep you in line?"

Hades chuckled, his heart warming at her words. He knew she was right. Ruling Helheim was a monumental task, and he couldn't do it all alone. Having Qin by his side, not just as his wife but as his queen, was the greatest blessing he could have asked for. Her experience as a ruler, her understanding of human nature, and her unwavering loyalty were invaluable. And, he had to admit, her occasional… "direct approach" to problem-solving was often surprisingly effective.

"You're right, my love," he admitted. "I appreciate your help. And your… unique management style." He smiled teasingly. "Just try not to scare the shades too much."

Qin grinned. "Where's the fun in that?" she retorted. She picked up a stack of petitions and began to sort through them, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Alright," she declared, "let's see what kind of trouble these souls have gotten themselves into now." She paused, looking up at Hades. "And if any of them give you too much grief," she added, her voice laced with a playful threat, "just send them to me. I'll be happy to… re-educate them."

Hades smiled nervously, recognizing the glint in his wife's eyes. Her sadistic side, though usually reserved for truly deserving souls, was never something he took lightly. Best to keep her happy, he thought, especially when she's holding paperwork.

For now, they focused on the mountain of administrative tasks before them, a shared burden they tackled with practiced efficiency. Hades knew the state of Helheim was his responsibility. His resurrection had been… disruptive, to say the least. With no one to guide the newly arrived souls, command the demons, or maintain order amongst the monstrous inhabitants of the underworld, chaos had reigned. The realm had fallen into disrepair, a shadow of its former glory.

It wasn't quite as bad as Poseidon's realm, which had at least benefited from the stewardship of other sea deities who managed to keep things relatively intact. Helheim, however, had descended into bloodshed, ash, and ruin. The devastation was extensive.

He was immensely grateful for Qin's help. Not only had she brought her own loyal followers, but she had also rallied other gods willing to lend their power to the reconstruction effort. Together, they had transformed Helheim, rebuilding it into something new, something… different.

Since sunshine was never going to grace the underworld, they had embraced the darkness. They reimagined the realm as a perpetual "Night Market," a kingdom where the sun never shone. Illuminated by magically conjured lights that mimicked the soft glow of lanterns and torches, Helheim became a vibrant, bustling hub. Stalls and shops lined the obsidian streets, offering otherworldly goods and services. The atmosphere was still tinged with a sense of mystery and the macabre, but it was now a place of commerce, community, and even… entertainment.

"You know," Qin said, breaking the comfortable silence as she sorted through a stack of requests, "this actually isn't half bad."

Hades looked up, surprised. "You mean the paperwork?"

Qin snorted. "No, the Night Market. I was just thinking, we should add a proper theater. A place where the shades can perform, tell stories, maybe even put on plays."

Hades considered this. "That's actually a brilliant idea," he said. "It would give them something to do, a way to express themselves." He paused, a thoughtful expression on his face. "We could even hold competitions. Best play gets… what? A month's supply of ambrosia?"

Qin grinned. "Or perhaps a pass to visit the mortal realm for a day," she suggested. "I'm sure there are some who would appreciate a chance to see the sun again."

Hades nodded. "We'll discuss it later," he said, his eyes meeting hers. "For now," he gestured to the remaining paperwork, "let's finish this… delightful task."

Qin sighed dramatically. "Fine, fine," she conceded. "But after this," she added, a playful glint in her eyes, "we're taking some time for ourselves. I've been thinking… a little trip to the mortal realm might be in order. I hear they have these… 'movies' now. And I'm dying to try this thing called 'popcorn'."

Hades chuckled. "Of course, my love," he said. "Whatever you desire." He knew better than to argue. Besides, he was looking forward to a break himself. A little time away from Helheim, even if it was just a brief visit to the mortal realm, would be a welcome change of pace. And who knew? Maybe they'd even find some new ideas for improving their kingdom. After all, eternity was a long time, and there was always room for improvement, even in the underworld.

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"...too busy solving its theory." The low, incessant murmur, a blend of scientific jargon and frustrated sighs, filled the cavernous laboratory. Beelzebub, his dark, priest-like attire a stark contrast to the chaotic brilliance of his surroundings, observed Nikola Tesla, the human genius, with a detached, almost clinical interest.

Tesla, her ginger hair a wild, electrified halo, was a whirlwind of motion. Chalk dust coated her hands and lab coat, testament to her frenetic energy. She scribbled furiously on the massive blackboard, equations and diagrams sprawling across its surface like a chaotic web. The air crackled with the hum of Tesla's inventions, a symphony of whirring gears, sparking coils, and the faint, ozone-tinged scent of raw energy.

Beelzebub, his skeletal cane tapping softly against the cold stone floor, watched as Tesla wrestled with her latest theory. The human's eyes, usually bright with manic energy, were now narrowed in concentration, her brow furrowed in frustration.

Tesla abruptly stopped writing, her hand hovering over a complex equation. She ran a hand through her already disheveled hair, leaving a trail of chalk dust in its wake. "It's... infuriatingly close," she muttered, her voice laced with a raw, almost desperate energy. "The calculations are sound, the principles are proven, but there's a missing link, a fundamental flaw."

"You seem troubled, Nikola."

The man called out to her, and the woman, Nikola, abruptly ceased her rapid, almost frantic murmuring. She spun around, her ginger hair whipping about her face, and her eyes, usually alight with manic energy, now held a flicker of frustration.

"BEEL!!!"

The chalk in her hand clattered to the floor as she dashed towards him, her movements a blur of excited energy.

"Beel!!! I'm so glad you're back!!! It was so boring while you were gone, so utterly quiet! I couldn't sleep properly – an idea just struck me, and I couldn't contain it any longer! I had to start working on it immediately! I've been experimenting with..."

Nikola's words tumbled out in a torrent, a cascade of scientific jargon and excited exclamations. She gestured wildly with her hands, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of discovery. Beelzebub, his dark eyes fixed on her, watched with a quiet amusement. He found a strange comfort in the sound of her voice, in the way her face lit up when she spoke of her experiments. It was a stark contrast to the sterile silence he often preferred, a vibrant, chaotic energy that filled the laboratory with a strange warmth.

However, he knew that if he didn't intervene, she'd likely forget to breathe in her enthusiasm.

"I'm back, Nikola," he said, his voice a low, calming drone, cutting through her excited ramblings.

Nikola blinked, her train of thought momentarily derailed. She stared at him for a moment, her eyes searching for his impassive face, before a wide, genuine smile spread across her features.

"Welcome back, Beel!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a warmth that surprised even him. "Did you bring anything back? Any new specimens? Or... any new theories?"

She leaned closer, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "I've been working on a new method of energy transfer, using the principles of... well, you wouldn't believe it! It involves manipulating the very fabric of space-time, harnessing the power of..."

Beelzebub raised a hand, gently silencing her. "Perhaps later, Nikola. For now, tell me what troubles you. You seemed agitated when I arrived."

Nikola paused, her brow furrowing slightly. "Oh, that," she said, waving a dismissive hand. "It's just... this equation. It's so close, Beel, so tantalizingly close! But there's a missing piece, a fundamental flaw that I can't seem to pinpoint."

She gestured towards the blackboard, where a complex equation sprawled across the surface. "I've tried every variable, every permutation, but it's still... incomplete."

Beelzebub stepped closer, his gaze scanning the intricate symbols and diagrams. "Show me," he said, his voice quiet.

Nikola eagerly led him to the blackboard, her finger tracing the lines of the equation. "It's this part here," she explained, pointing to a particularly complex section. "The energy flow doesn't align with the theoretical output. It's as if... as if there's an unseen force interfering with the process."

Beelzebub observed the equation in silence, his mind dissecting the intricate calculations. "An unseen force," he mused, his voice barely a whisper. "Perhaps you are correct. Perhaps there is a factor you have overlooked."

He reached out, his skeletal cane tapping lightly against a specific point on the blackboard. "Consider the nature of entropy, Nikola. Consider the inherent chaos that permeates the universe. Perhaps the missing piece is not a variable, but a constant, a fundamental force that resists order."

Nikola stared at the point he had indicated, her eyes widening slightly. "Entropy... chaos..." she muttered, her voice filled with a newfound understanding. "You think... you think it's not a flaw in my calculations, but a fundamental property of the universe itself?"

"Perhaps," Beelzebub replied, his voice is enigmatic. "Or perhaps, it is a flaw in your understanding of the universe."

Nikola beamed, her eyes sparkling with genuine affection. She launched herself at Beelzebub, wrapping her arms around his neck in a warm, enthusiastic hug. Beelzebub, in turn, gently encircled her waist, pulling her closer.

"Hehe, I knew you'd have the answer! Thank you!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with childlike delight. Then, her voice softened, dropping to a quiet murmur, "I've missed you."

Beelzebub tightened his arms around her waist, resting his head against her neck. He inhaled deeply, savoring the unique blend of scents that clung to her – the sharp tang of chemicals, the dusty aroma of chalk, and beneath it all, the subtle, earthy fragrance of a rainforest and the delicate sweetness of white lilies.

"But I only left for a few weeks," Beelzebub replied, his voice a low rumble against her skin, as he continued to gently rub his head against her shoulder.

Nikola chuckled, finally releasing him from the hug, though her arms remained loosely draped around his neck. "You know that's a long time," she said, her smile fading slightly. "I've been so lonely! I couldn't even visit my family these past few weeks because you weren't here. And as much as I'd like to explore beyond the castle, some gods still… scare me."

A shadow crossed her bright features. Yes, Nikola Tesla, one of the Einherjar, had a history of less-than-pleasant encounters with certain deities. While many gods admired her intellect, her courage, and her vibrant personality, others harbored envy and resentment.

"They just don't understand," she continued, her voice laced with a hint of bitterness. "They see my inventions, my theories, and they see only… potential danger. They don't see the beauty, the wonder, the sheer joy of discovery."

She sighed, her gaze drifting towards the chaotic array of equipment and experiments that filled the laboratory. "It's just… isolating. I feel like I belong here, in this lab, more than anywhere else. But even here, it's not the same without you."

Beelzebub remained silent, listening intently. He understood her isolation, the feeling of being an outsider in a world that often failed to appreciate her unique perspective. He knew the weight of her genius, the burden of her brilliance.

"You are not alone, Nikola," he said, his voice a low, reassuring murmur. "Your work is important. Your discoveries are valuable. And I… I value your presence."

Nikola's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise and warmth crossing her face. She smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile that reached her eyes.

"Thank you, Beel," she said, her voice soft. "That means… more than you know."

She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "So, tell me," she said, her eyes sparkling with renewed energy. "What did you discover on your little… sabbatical? Any new insights into the nature of chaos? Or perhaps… any new specimens for my collection?"

Beelzebub's lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. "Perhaps," he said, his voice is enigmatic. "But first, tell me more about this energy transference theory of yours. I am… intrigued."

And so, amidst the chaotic brilliance of the laboratory, the two began to discuss the intricate workings of the universe, their voices a soft counterpoint to the hum of Tesla's inventions, their minds intertwined in a shared pursuit of knowledge.

The echoes of Ragnarok's final clash had faded, leaving behind a world irrevocably changed. The champions' collective wish, a resounding plea for life, had rippled through the cosmos, bringing back those lost in the epic struggle. Gods, Valkyries, and Einherjar, all returned, their souls woven back into the tapestry of existence.

Among them was Nikola Tesla, her brilliant mind already buzzing with the possibilities of this second chance. Then came Adam's unexpected declaration. The Father of Humanity, with a gentle strength that belied his formidable power, announced his intention to adopt the Einherjar as his own.

The reaction was a spectrum of emotions. Shock rippled through the assembled warriors. Some, like Jane (Jack the Ripper) and Leonidas, were wary, their past experiences leaving them hesitant to embrace such an offer. Others, like Qin Shi Huang, Sasaki Kojiro, Nostradamus, Nikola Tesla, and Okita Souji, were visibly delighted, their faces lit with genuine warmth. Lu Bu, Simo Häyhä, and Kintoki remained stoic, their expressions revealing little, while the rest simply accepted the proposition, their loyalties shifting to their new patriarch. Buddha, ever the free spirit, declared himself their "big brother," a sentiment Zero readily echoed.

For Nikola, the prospect of a family was exhilarating. Her mind raced with the potential for collaboration, for shared knowledge, for the sheer joy of interacting with such a diverse and powerful group. She was eager to test her new siblings' strengths, to explore the depths of their intellect, to share her own boundless enthusiasm.

The human fighters, initially stiff and guarded, gradually warmed to each other. Bonds of camaraderie, forged in the fires of battle, deepened into familial affection. The males Einherjar, with a quiet protectiveness, took on the role of guardians, watching over their female siblings. Even though the women were formidable warriors in their own right, capable of defending themselves, they graciously accepted their brothers' care, finding comfort in their unwavering support.

Their primary concern, however, was Nikola. Her relentless pursuit of knowledge often came at the expense of her well-being. Insomnia plagued her nights, and she frequently forgot to eat or rest, her mind too consumed by her experiments. The others, witnessing her neglect, were deeply worried. Despite her cheerful reassurances that she was accustomed to such habits, they couldn't ignore their concern.

A system of care organically formed. Adam, with his paternal gentleness, became her primary reminder, ensuring she took breaks and looked after herself. Eve, with her nurturing spirit, regularly brought her food and snacks, placing them within easy reach of her cluttered workbench. The other siblings offered their own forms of support, whether it was a gentle word of encouragement, a shared meal, or, on occasion, a firm, albeit loving, insistence that she take a break.

Nikola, in turn, cherished her newfound family. Their acceptance, their unwavering support, warmed her heart and fueled her creativity. She thrived in their presence, finding a sense of belonging she had never known before.

And of course, she wouldn't forget her dear big brother Dan, though he did not join the large family, he was always there for her.

The reason for Nikola's reluctance to venture outside the safety of her new family's embrace stemmed from a deeply buried trauma, a secret she guarded with unwavering resolve. During Ragnarok, only fragments of her earthly existence were revealed – the poignant bond with her brother Dan, her groundbreaking scientific achievements. But there was a darker, more harrowing chapter, a hidden narrative she had painstakingly concealed, a secret she intended to carry to her grave.

Her relationship with Beelzebub was a complex tapestry of scientific rivalry and unexpected camaraderie, a connection that had blossomed within the confines of their shared laboratory. After her resurrection, amidst the joyous reunion with her fellow Einherjar, she longed to greet Beelzebub, her intellectual equal, her enigmatic companion. However, as she approached him, she found him surrounded by four radiant angels.

Beelzebub stood frozen, his expression a mask of disbelief, as if confronted by a vision he never thought he'd witness. Nikola, initially confused, hesitated. Before she could take another step, one of the angels, a woman of ethereal beauty, with intricate markings adorning her forehead and left arm, and shining, pale blonde hair, embraced him.

Nikola's heart clenched. She searched Beelzebub's face, expecting to see a flicker of disgust, a rejection of this sudden display of affection. Instead, she saw only a profound sense of loss, a yearning that had finally found its release. He hesitated for a moment, then, as if compelled by an unseen force, he returned the embrace, his arms wrapping around the angel with a tenderness that surprised Nikola.

The three male angels joined the embrace, their eyes brimming with tears of joy. It was a scene of pure, unadulterated happiness, a moment of profound emotional catharsis. Nikola, her own emotions a turbulent mix of confusion and a sharp, unfamiliar pang of something akin to hurt, knew she couldn't intrude.

She turned away, her footsteps silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. She walked without looking back, the image of Beelzebub surrounded by angels burned into her memory. The scene had stirred something within her, a feeling she couldn't quite name, a sense of… displacement. It was as if she had witnessed a reunion that was never meant for her, a connection that existed outside the boundaries of their shared scientific world.

The incident left her unsettled, a subtle shift in her perception of her relationship with Beelzebub. It wasn't jealousy, she told herself. It was… confusion. A sense of being an outsider, a silent observer in a scene she didn’t belong in. The memory reinforced her fear of venturing into the wider world, a world where she felt increasingly isolated, a world where even her closest connection seemed to exist beyond her reach.

Weeks turned into months in the post-Ragnarok world, and Nikola retreated into the comforting chaos of her scientific pursuits. Within the walls of the Einherjar family mansion, she immersed herself in the study of modern technology and the latest scientific discoveries, a self-imposed isolation that masked a deeper emotional turmoil. The image of Beelzebub surrounded by angels, a scene of tender reunion, lingered in her mind, a constant reminder of her unspoken feelings and the invisible barrier that seemed to separate them.

She avoided any encounter with Beelzebub, offering her new family the excuse of needing to familiarize herself with the advancements of the modern era. But deep down, she knew she was running. Running from the burgeoning feelings she couldn't comprehend, running from the Lord of the Flies, a man who seemed to belong to a world she couldn't enter.

Despite her self-imposed exile, the allure of the outside world eventually proved too strong. Eve's gentle persuasion, coupled with Sasaki and Qin's enthusiastic tales of Valhalla's vibrant streets, chipped away at her resolve. As a scientist, curiosity was her driving force, and the stories of advanced technology and unique innovations piqued her interest beyond measure.

She joined her siblings on an excursion, a venture to explore the bustling markets and indulge in some much-needed retail therapy. Two hours into their outing, however, disaster struck. Nikola, captivated by a street performer's intricate display of magical illusions, momentarily lost track of her siblings. When she turned back, they were gone, vanished into the throngs of the crowd.

Panic seized her. She frantically searched the surrounding area, but her siblings were nowhere to be found. She was lost, alone in a world that still felt foreign and intimidating.

She tried to calm herself, to reason that she was a powerful warrior, capable of handling any situation. But the trauma of her past, the lingering fear that had kept her confined to the mansion, overwhelmed her. Her breath hitched, her heart pounded in her chest, and a wave of dizziness washed over her.

She stumbled into a narrow alleyway, seeking refuge from the overwhelming sensory overload of the marketplace. She crouched down, her head bowed, trying to regain control of her breathing.

But her solitude was short-lived. Three lesser gods, their eyes gleaming with lust and malicious intent, approached her. They leered at her, their expressions predatory, their presence a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. "Well, well, what do we have here?" one of them sneered, his voice thick with a repulsive desire. "A lost little Einherjar, all alone?"

Nikola froze, her body rigid with terror. The sight of the three lesser gods, their leering faces and predatory eyes, triggered a primal fear within her. Unfamiliar men, men who openly displayed their malevolent intentions, were her greatest dread. Her eyes widened, her body trembled, and she tried to flee, but her limbs refused to obey. Fear had paralyzed her, trapping her in place.

The gods, sensing her terror, erupted in cruel laughter. "Aw, is the little human scared?" one taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "You were so confident facing Beelzebub, yet here you are, shaking like a leaf. How pathetic, HAHAHA!"

"No wonder she lost," another sneered. "She was just masking her confidence when in reality, she was so scared! HAHAHA! What a dumb bitch!"

Nikola pressed her hands tightly over her ears, desperately trying to block out their hateful words. But her futile attempt was shattered when the third god seized her arm, his grip like iron, and hauled her to her feet. The three gods surrounded her, their presence suffocating, their intentions clear.

"Well, we can always take good care of you," one of them purred, his voice laced with a repulsive desire. He licked her arm, and Nikola shuddered in disgust, her stomach churning.

"NO! PLEASE! LET ME GO!" she cried, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. She thrashed and struggled, trying to break free from their grasp. She was stronger than them, a warrior who had faced gods in battle, but the paralyzing grip of fear rendered her helpless. She fought with all her might, but they held her fast, their laughter echoing in the narrow alleyway.

She was panicking, tears streaming down her face, her body shaking uncontrollably. The fear was a suffocating blanket, smothering her strength, her courage, her very sense of self.

As the other two gods reached out to touch her, they abruptly stopped, their expressions shifting from predatory glee to a mixture of confusion and dread. They sensed something, a presence that chilled them to the bone, something dark, cold, and radiating a palpable killing intent.

A low, guttural growl echoed through the alley, a sound that sent shivers down their spines. The air grew heavy, thick with an unseen pressure. The temperature plummeted, and a sense of dread settled over them, a feeling of being hunted by an unseen predator.

"What… what was that?" one of the gods stammered, his eyes darting around the alleyway.

"I… I don't know," another whispered, his voice trembling. "But I don't like it."

They turned their gaze back to Nikola, but she was no longer their focus. Their eyes widened in terror as they saw the figure that had appeared behind her. A figure that was darker than any shadow, a figure that radiated an aura of pure, unadulterated malice.

"Let go of her." The voice, a chilling whisper that seemed to emanate from the very shadows themselves, echoed through the alleyway. A wave of oppressive darkness descended, shrouding the surrounding area in an impenetrable gloom. The three lesser gods, their bravado shattered, trembled uncontrollably, their faces slick with cold sweat. Fear, raw and visceral, gripped them like a vise.

They released Nikola, their hands shaking as if they had touched a burning ember, and slowly, cautiously, they backed away, their eyes wide with terror. Nikola, disoriented and confused, tried to turn around, to see the source of the chilling voice, but a gentle yet firm hand stopped her. Another hand, cold as ice, covered her eyes, blocking her vision.

She was about to cry out, to demand to know who dared to touch her, but a familiar voice whispered in her ear, stopping her words in her throat.

"Calm down, Nikola. It's me. You're safe. Just take a deep breath. I'll handle these vermins."

Nikola recognized the voice, the low, resonant tone that had echoed through the arena during Ragnarok. It was a voice she had associated with power, with darkness, with a chilling, almost otherworldly presence. She relaxed, her body no longer tense with fear.

"W-who are you?" one of the lesser gods stammered, his voice barely a whisper, his eyes fixed on the darkness behind Nikola. "Show yourself!"

A low, guttural chuckle echoed through the alley, a sound that sent shivers down their spines. "Show myself?" the voice repeated, a hint of amusement in its chilling tone. "You dare demand to see me? You, who prey on the weak and vulnerable?"

The darkness around them intensified, swirling and coalescing into a tangible presence. Two glowing red eyes pierced the gloom, their gaze burning with malevolent intensity. The gods gasped, their faces contorted in terror.

"It's… it's him," one whispered, his voice trembling. "The Lord of the Flies." 

Beelzebub stepped out of the shadows, his form wreathed in darkness, his skeletal cane resting lightly in his hand. His eyes, burning with a cold, predatory light, were fixed on the three gods.

"You have dared to touch what is mine," he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. "For that, you will pay."

The gods, their fear reaching a fever pitch, tried to flee, but Beelzebub moved with impossible speed, his cane a blur of motion. Three sickening thuds echoed through the alleyway, followed by the sound of bodies hitting the ground.

Nikola, her eyes still covered, heard the sounds of the gods' panicked breaths turn to gasps, then silence. She felt the hand on her eyes lift, and the hand on her waist loosened. She turned around, her eyes widening as she saw the scene before her.

The three gods lay sprawled on the ground, their bodies twisted and broken, their eyes wide with terror. Beelzebub stood over them, his form wreathed in shadows, his expression a mask of cold fury.

"Are you alright, Nikola?" he asked, his voice softening slightly, though still retaining its chilling edge.

Nikola stood frozen, her eyes wide with disbelief, her gaze fixed on the scene before her. The broken bodies of the lesser gods, the chilling presence of Beelzebub, the lingering echo of his cold fury – it was all too much. She looked at Beelzebub, her eyes searching his, then her legs gave way, and she crumbled.

"B-beelze...bub..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Before she could collapse onto the hard concrete, Beelzebub gently caught her, his arms wrapping around her with surprising tenderness.

"Nikola! Are you alright?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.

The sincerity in his voice, the raw emotion that pierced through his usual stoicism, broke the dam of her fear and pent-up emotions. She clung to him, burying her face in his chest, and began to cry, her sobs wracking her body.

"I–i...was.. scared–I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." she choked out, her words muffled by his dark coat.

Beelzebub was stunned. He hadn't seen Nikola since their resurrection. He had told himself he would seek her out, that he would find a way to reconnect with her, but weeks had turned into months, and he had yet to make any move. He had been preoccupied, yes, with the return of his friends, especially Lilith, a rekindling of a past connection. But deep down, he knew he was avoiding something, or someone.

His feelings for Lilith, once strong, had faded into a comfortable familiarity. It was Nikola, with her brilliant mind and unwavering determination, who had captured his attention. He hadn't realized it at first, not during their battle at Ragnarok. Consumed by his desire for revenge and his hatred for humanity, he had dismissed her as just another human.

But as their battle progressed, he found himself captivated by her strength, her unwavering belief in humanity, and the sheer brilliance of her intellect. There was something about her that drew him in, a spark of chaotic energy that resonated with his own dark nature.

When he overheard the Einherjar's plans to explore the marketplace, he had seized the opportunity, hoping to catch a glimpse of Nikola. He had been determined to talk to her, to bridge the unspoken gap between them. But when he heard her panicked cry, his body moved instinctively, driven by a force he couldn't explain.

Now, as she clung to him, her tears soaking his coat, he felt a surge of protectiveness, a fierce desire to shield her from any harm. He tightened his arms around her, holding her close, his own emotions a turbulent mix of concern and a strange, unfamiliar tenderness.

"It's alright, Nikola," he murmured, his voice soft, almost soothing. "You're safe now. They won't hurt you."

They clung to each other for a while, Beelzebub's soft whispers gradually calming Nikola's frantic heartbeat. Eventually, they ventured back towards the bustling streets of Valhalla, hand in hand. A comfortable silence enveloped them, a testament to the unspoken understanding that had blossomed in the face of danger.

As they approached the plaza, a cacophony of anxious shouts reached their ears.

"You still haven't found her?!" Qin Shi Huang's voice, laced with worry, cut through the noise of the marketplace.

Sasaki Kojiro gently gripped Qin's shoulders, attempting to soothe her frantic sister. "You need to relax for a bit, Qin. Shouting and panicking won't help us find her."

Raiden Tameemon, his usual jovial demeanor replaced with a frantic energy, scratched his head furiously. "WHERE COULD SHE HAVE GONE?! IF ANYTHING HAPPENED TO HER, WE'RE DOOMED!!!"

Jane, ever the pragmatist, offered a calm suggestion. "What if we split up once more? I'm sure we can find her. If my guess is correct, I think alleyways are sometimes a place where… things happen."

Okita Souji shot Jane a disapproving look. "We don't have time for your sadistic plans, Jane. Nikola is practically weaker than us."

Leonidas, with a fatherly frown, smacked Okita on the back. "No need to say that, you know."

Simo Häyhä, observing the chaotic scene with a stoic expression, simply shrugged and sighed. He was exhausted by their frantic energy. His sharp eyes, however, noticed two figures slowly approaching from a nearby alleyway.

"I think someone already found her," he said, his voice calm and steady, pointing towards the approaching pair.

Everyone turned to look, their eyes widening in surprise. There, walking towards them, were Nikola and Beelzebub… holding hands?

A wave of relief washed over the group. Qin Shi Huang rushed towards Nikola, her face etched with worry. "Nikola! You're alright! We were so worried!"

Sasaki Kojiro, a relieved smile spreading across her face, added, "Where were you? We looked everywhere!"

Nikola, still slightly shaken but comforted by Beelzebub's presence, explained what had happened, recounting the encounter with the lesser gods and Beelzebub's timely intervention.

The Einherjar were shocked and angered by the gods' audacity. Raiden Tameemon clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with fury. "Those bastards! How dare they try to harm our sister!"

Leonidas, his paternal instincts kicking in, placed a reassuring hand on Nikola's shoulder. "Are you hurt? Did they do anything to you?"

Nikola shook her head, a small smile gracing her lips. "I'm fine. Beelzebub saved me."

All eyes turned to Beelzebub, who stood silently beside Nikola, his expression unreadable. The Einherjar, despite their initial surprise at seeing him with Nikola, felt a surge of gratitude towards the demon lord.

"Thank you," Qin Shi Huang said, her voice sincere. "We owe you a debt of gratitude."

Beelzebub simply nodded, his gaze fixed on Nikola. "She needs to be more careful," he said, his voice low and resonant. "There are dangers lurking in every corner of this realm."

The Einherjar, humbled by his words and his actions, agreed. They vowed to be more vigilant, to protect their vulnerable sister from any harm.

As the group prepared to return to the mansion, Nikola lingered behind, her hand still clasped in Beelzebub's.

"Thank you," she whispered, her eyes meeting his. "For everything."

Beelzebub's lips curved into a faint smile, a rare display of warmth that softened his usual stern features. "You are welcome, Nikola," he replied, his voice a low rumble. "I will always protect you."

And as they walked away, hand in hand, a new chapter began to unfold in their complex relationship, a chapter filled with unspoken feelings, shared experiences, and a growing bond that transcended the boundaries of their different worlds.

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The spring air was crisp and sweet, a perfect canvas for the day's gentle warmth. In Valhalla, the grand mansion pulsed with life: the cheerful murmur of servants, the rhythmic clang of soldiers training in the courtyard, and the soft swish of maids polishing the gleaming floors. The back garden, a verdant sanctuary, held a magnificent greenhouse. Exquisite blooms of every hue spilled from its glass walls, rare plants thrived in its humid air, and a fountain, alive with darting fish, provided a soothing melody. Birds, their songs as bright as the sunlight, filled the space with joyful chirps.

At the garden's heart, a table laden with delicate pastries and fragrant tea beckoned. Seated there, a woman exuded an aura of serene composure. Her shoulder-length silver hair, catching the light, shimmered like moonlight on water. Her skin, pale and flawless, held a delicate warmth. Her lips, a soft rose pink, curved in a gentle smile. But it was her eyes that truly captivated: one a brilliant ruby, the other a luminous grey, each holding a depth of enigmatic intelligence. She wore a simple yet elegant ensemble: a white blouse adorned with a crimson ribbon, a knee-length red skirt that accentuated her graceful form, and dark gloves and high heels that added a touch of sharp sophistication.

She savored the Earl Grey tea, its aroma mingling with the sweet scent of the flowers. "Another job well done, Aurelia," she murmured, her voice a soft, melodic whisper.

Aurelia, her personal maid, beamed. Chosen by Jane herself, she had initially been gripped by fear. Rumors painted Jane, the infamous fourth fighter of Ragnarok—the slayer of the beloved Heracles, known also as Jack the Ripper—as a cruel mistress, a harbinger of terror. The titles whispered in Valhalla, "humanity's most infamous serial killer," "the artist of death," "personification of malice," and "the Whitechapel Murderer," had instilled dread in the hearts of lesser gods and human souls alike. New recruits had arrived, their eyes wide with apprehension.

Yet, as Aurelia served Jane, the fear gave way to a quiet understanding. Jane was not gentle, nor was she saccharine. She was, however, remarkably patient, a meticulous guide to her new servants. She held a certain aloofness, but never the cruelty the rumors had promised. Instead, she possessed a keen eye, a silent observation that missed nothing.

"The flower arrangements are perfect, Lady Jane," Aurelia replied, adjusting a stray petal. "And the pastries, as always, are exquisite."

Jane's grey eye flickered towards Aurelia, a subtle acknowledgment. "Efficiency is a virtue, Aurelia. And a well-crafted pastry, a small indulgence that elevates the day." She set down her teacup, the delicate china clinking softly. "Tell me, have the new recruits settled in? Are they understanding the importance of… discretion?"

Aurelia straightened, a hint of pride in her voice. "They are learning quickly, Lady Jane. They understand that silence is paramount, and that every detail must be attended to with precision."

"Good." Jane's ruby eye scanned the garden, her gaze lingering on a particularly vibrant rose. "Precision is the key to any masterpiece. And in Valhalla, we strive for nothing less." She paused, then added, a hint of something darker in her voice, "After all, even in paradise, shadows lurk. And it is the artist's duty to illuminate them, to reveal their hidden beauty, or… their hidden flaws."

A shiver ran down Aurelia's spine, a fleeting sense of unease. Even now, after months of service, there were moments when Jane's words, her gaze, hinted at the darkness that lay beneath her composed exterior. The artist of death, the Whitechapel Murderer, was still there, lurking in the shadows of her enigmatic smile.

Jane Smith, the fourth fighter of Ragnarok. The initial shock of her reveal still echoed through Valhalla. When she first stepped into the arena, concealed beneath a stark white mask and flowing red robes, many assumed she was a man. The revelation of her petite form, exposed when her mask slipped and her robe tore during the fierce combat, was startling. Heracles, a man of unwavering respect for women, hesitated, a moment of surprise that Jane interpreted as a condescending underestimation.

Fueled by a burning rage at the perceived slight, she unleashed her true ferocity. The fight became a brutal ballet of calculated violence. Jane's flexibility was unnerving; she dislocated her shoulder, then snapped it back into place with a chilling nonchalance, her face a mask of emotionless focus.

Her victory over Heracles was a watershed moment. For the first time, she had witnessed a genuine, golden hue of emotion, a radiant warmth that resonated deep within her. It was a beauty so profound, yet so fleeting, knowing she would never witness it again filled her with a profound, aching sorrow. When the Primordial beings offered a wish, her thoughts immediately turned to Heracles. She longed to see that golden color again, to feel the warmth of his final, transcendent embrace.

As Heracles was resurrected, Jane’s heart surged with a desperate desire to run to him, to apologize, to bask in that golden light once more. But her steps faltered. The weight of her past, the bloody trail she had carved through life, crashed down upon her. Why would he welcome her, his murderer? Why would he acknowledge the presence of a being who brought nothing but fear and death? She was a pariah, a stain on the very fabric of existence.

When Adam, with his boundless optimism, declared his intention to forge the Einherjar into a family, Jane recoiled. How could she, a creature of darkness, be part of such a luminous vision? Her presence would only taint its purity. She was a harbinger of ill fortune, a demon cloaked in a doll-like facade. She retreated, isolating herself, convinced that she was beyond redemption. Death held no fear for her; she had already danced with it, and it no longer held any power over her.

When two lesser goddesses dared to intrude upon her solitude, she responded with brutal efficiency. In the shadowed depths of an alleyway, she extinguished their lives with cold precision. She stood amidst their lifeless forms, her dress stained crimson, the knife in her hand trembling slightly.

"Are you satisfied? You've been shadowing me for months, Adam," she said, her voice a low, chilling rasp. She turned her gaze towards the short, blond figure, her eyes like chips of ice.

Adam regarded her with a calm, unwavering gaze.

A cold, mirthless chuckle escaped Jane's lips. "What do you think? To witness one of your 'children' extinguishing lives without a flicker of remorse? Are you still certain you want me here? I could just as easily turn my blade on them, just as I did these gods." She tilted her head, a predatory gleam in her ruby eye. "Tell me, Adam, are you willing to gamble on my restraint, or will you finally admit that I am nothing but a monster?"

Adam's reaction was an enigma. He stood, silent, his gaze unwavering, then slowly began to approach her. Jane remained motionless, resigned. There was nowhere to run, no escape. Adam was stronger, his presence radiating an almost palpable power. Whatever he chose to do – strike her, berate her, or engage in a final, brutal confrontation – she would accept it. She was, after all, a monster, a demonic entity trapped within a human shell.

Adam halted before her, his gaze lifting to meet hers. Jane, towering over him, lowered her head, her vision blurring slightly, though she ignored the sensation.

As Adam raised his arms, Jane braced herself, closing her eyes, anticipating the impact. But it never came. Instead, a wave of warmth enveloped her. She opened her eyes, confusion battling with a burgeoning hope, and found herself enfolded in a gentle embrace. Adam's arms were firm, yet tender, as he pressed her close, his hand rhythmically patting her back.

"You must be exhausted. Let's go home. Everyone is waiting for you," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm.

Jane froze, her mind struggling to process the unexpected gesture. A beat of silence passed, then she whispered, her voice trembling, "Why..."

"Let's go home, my child," Adam repeated, his tone filled with unwavering affection.

A tremor ran through Jane's body. She choked back a sob, tears streaming down her face. "Why... why do you persist? I'm a murderer... a monster... can't you see? I might do something unforgivable... why can't you just leave me alone?" She cried, the dam of her carefully constructed emotional control finally breaking. This was only the third time she had allowed herself such vulnerability, but the warmth and gentleness of Adam's embrace shattered her defenses.

"How can I call myself a father if I can't even protect one of my children?" Adam smiled gently, his eyes radiating a warmth Jane had never experienced, a gaze of pure, unconditional love. "You are not a monster, Jane. You are lost, and you are hurting. And I will not abandon you."

He continued to hold her, his touch a steady anchor in the storm of her emotions. "Come, let us return. We'll clean your dress, and we'll have tea. And we'll talk, if you wish. Or we can simply sit in silence. Whatever you need, Jane, I am here."

Jane's sobs subsided, replaced by a quiet trembling. She clung to Adam, her grip tightening, as if afraid he would vanish. The weight of her past, the burden of her actions, felt momentarily lighter in the warmth of his embrace. For the first time, she allowed herself to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, there was a chance for redemption, a chance to find solace in the family Adam offered.

As they walked back towards the mansion, the bloodstained alley fading behind them, Jane felt a flicker of something she hadn't felt in a long time: hope. It was a fragile ember, easily extinguished, but it was there, glowing faintly in the darkness. And she knew, with a certainty that surprised her, that she would do everything in her power to protect that fragile flame, to protect the family that had welcomed her, even a monster like herself.

A soft chuckle escaped Jane's lips, her gloved hand lightly covering her mouth. Aurelia, standing attentively behind her, tilted her head in gentle inquiry. "Is something amiss, Lady Jane?"

Jane shook her head, a faint smile lingering on her lips. "Nothing of consequence, Aurelia. Just a fleeting memory from the past."

That day, when Adam had brought her back to the family mansion, it had been a revelation. Adam and Eve had showered her with an almost overwhelming affection. Eve, channeling her newfound culinary skills from long-forgotten television programs, had prepared a veritable feast, insisting that Jane was far too thin. The other Einherjar, in their own unique ways, had extended their welcome. Qin Shi Huang had indulged her with lavish shopping trips, Sasaki and Souji had invited her to join their rigorous training sessions, Nikola had shared his scientific insights during her tea time, Lubu had taken her to witness the earth-shattering clashes between himself and Thor, Leonidas had offered quiet companionship, Raiden and the Valkyries had whisked her away on exhilarating explorations of the three realms, and Simo had imparted his knowledge of modern technology.

It was a period of unprecedented joy and camaraderie, a stark contrast to the desolate isolation she had known. As Jane continued her conversation with Aurelia, neither of them noticed the figure approaching them. Jane, however, with her keen senses, was the first to detect his presence. A gentle smile touched her lips.

"Welcome back dear." she greeted him, her voice laced with warmth.

Aurelia gasped, whirling around. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she immediately bowed deeply. "Lord Heracles!"

Heracles stood before them, a gentle smile gracing his features. He was dressed in simple, comfortable attire, a stark contrast to the heroic armor he had worn in the arena. His golden aura, though subdued, still radiated a sense of unwavering strength and kindness.

"There's no need to be frightened, Aurelia," Heracles reassured her gently. Jane, observing their interaction, chuckled softly. "You did startle her, dear," she teased.

Heracles, ever the gentle soul, scratched the back of his head, a worried expression clouding his eyes. "Really? I'm terribly sorry." He looked genuinely contrite, like a large, dejected dog.

Aurelia immediately waved off his apology. "N-no, Lord Heracles, it's quite alright! I was simply... surprised." Sensing the maid's discomfort, Jane interjected smoothly. "Aurelia, would you be so kind as to fetch some more pastries? I believe we've nearly finished these." Aurelia, grateful for the reprieve, nodded enthusiastically and hurried off towards the mansion's kitchens.

Heracles settled into the chair beside Jane, his gaze lingering on her. "Did I truly frighten her?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. Jane smiled softly. "Not at all, my dear. She's a young girl, prone to a bit of anxiety over small things."

She took another sip of her tea, then set the delicate cup down. She turned to Heracles, her husband. It still felt surreal to think of them as married. Their love story was far from a fairytale romance. Like her sisters, she and Heracles had initially clashed, or rather, Jane had stubbornly refused to acknowledge his affections. She had avoided him relentlessly, slipping away like a shadow whenever she sensed his presence. She was terrified of tainting his radiant spirit with her own darkness. When she had seen him after his resurrection, he had been positively luminous, his smile warm and bright. His very presence radiated safety and security, and she feared corrupting that with her malice. She had resolved to avoid him entirely, to never speak to him again. She had even retreated to the family mansion, avoiding the outside world. Humans and gods alike still harbored fear and resentment towards her, some for her actions against Heracles, others for her past atrocities. But Jane was indifferent to their opinions; she had long since become accustomed to their judgment.

Then, one day, Heracles surprised her. She had been taking tea in the family's small, shaded cement house, a quiet sanctuary, with Hlökk as her companion. Suddenly, a maid approached, informing her that someone was waiting for her at the entrance. Jane had been puzzled, exchanging a confused glance with Hlökk. She had thanked the maid and made her way to the entrance, her movements as always, graceful and measured.

When she arrived, she froze. Standing before her was Heracles, not in his battle armor, but in elegant, noble attire. He looked like a prince, a picture of strength and gentleness. "Lady Jane," he said, his voice deep and resonant, "may I have a moment of your time?"

The shock had rendered her speechless. She could only stare at him, her mind reeling. He had come to her, to the place she had hidden herself away. He had braved the whispers and the stares, just to see her.

"I have something to ask you," he continued, his gaze unwavering. "Something I should have asked long ago."

He had then proceeded to get down on one knee, his golden aura seeming to fill the space around them. Jane's breath hitched. "Lady Jane," he said, his voice filled with a quiet intensity, "will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Jane had been stunned, her emotions a whirlwind of disbelief, fear, and a burgeoning hope. She had wanted to refuse, to tell him he was making a mistake, that she was unworthy of his love. But the sincerity in his eyes, the unwavering devotion, had silenced her.

"Why?" she had whispered, her voice barely audible. "Why would you want to marry me?"

Heracles had smiled, a gentle, radiant smile that chased away the shadows in her heart. "Because I love you, Jane," he said simply. "And because I believe that even you deserve happiness."

Jane was utterly overwhelmed by the sheer sincerity of his confession. She took a moment to compose herself, then offered him a genuine, warm smile. "Shouldn't we perhaps get to know each other first, my lord?" she teased, her voice laced with playful amusement. "Such a bold declaration you've made."

Heracles's previous bravado crumbled instantly. He blushed crimson, stammering, "I-I... O-of course!" He scrambled to his feet, his movements a flurry of nervous energy. He then presented Jane with a bouquet of pristine white roses, his hand trembling slightly. "Here," he said, his voice a low murmur. "I didn't know which flowers you preferred, so I chose these. They reminded me of your hair..." He nervously scratched the back of his head as he offered her the bouquet.

Jane accepted the roses with delicate care, cradling them close. She inhaled their sweet fragrance, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Such wonderful roses," she murmured. "Thank you, my lord."

"Heracles..." he corrected gently.

"Huh?"

Heracles coughed, his cheeks still flushed. "You can call me Heracles, Jane."

Jane's eyes widened slightly, then she burst into a bright, genuine laugh. Heracles's blush deepened. He had never witnessed such a radiant smile on her face. The smiles she usually wore were either polite facades or forced expressions, but this… this was pure, unadulterated joy, and he was the one who had elicited it.

"Very well then... Heracles," she said, her voice soft and warm.

From that day forward, they began to spend more time together. They took walks through the gardens, shared quiet conversations over tea, and explored the vast library within the mansion. Heracles, with his boundless patience and gentle humor, slowly chipped away at the walls Jane had built around her heart. He listened to her stories, both the lighthearted and the dark, without judgment, offering only understanding and compassion.

Jane, in turn, found herself opening up to him in ways she never thought possible. She shared her fears, her doubts, and her lingering guilt, and Heracles listened with unwavering attention, offering words of comfort and reassurance. He showed her that she was not defined by her past, that she was capable of love and redemption.

Their courtship was slow and deliberate, a careful dance of growing trust and affection. Heracles never pressured her, allowing her to set the pace, always respecting her boundaries. He understood that she was a wounded soul, and he was determined to heal her with his love.

One evening, as they sat beneath the starlit sky in the garden, Heracles took Jane's hand in his. His touch was warm and gentle, sending a shiver down her spine. "Jane," he said, his voice soft and sincere, "I know we've taken our time, but I want you to know that my feelings for you have only grown stronger. I love you, Jane, more than words can say."

Jane looked up at him, her ruby eye shimmering in the moonlight. "I love you too, Heracles," she whispered, her voice filled with a newfound tenderness. "More than I ever thought possible."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of love, trust, and acceptance, a promise of a future filled with happiness and healing.

And so, they were married, their wedding a quiet, intimate ceremony surrounded by their closest friends and family. Jane, once a creature of darkness and isolation, had found love and acceptance in the arms of a hero. And Heracles, the embodiment of strength and compassion, had found his soulmate in the woman who had dared to challenge him, and who had ultimately, shown him the true meaning of love.

"How was the meeting, dear?" Jane asked, her gaze gentle as she watched Heracles. He took a sip of his tea and sampled one of the pastries, savoring the delicate flavors. After wiping his hands, he turned his full attention to her.

"It was much the same as usual," he sighed. "Discussions about the various pantheons' issues, and… well, Qin Shi Huang was shouting at one of the gods again. Sasaki and Hades tried to calm her down, but it took nearly two hours."

Qin Shi Huang and Sasaki Kojiro, now the queens of the underworld and the seas, respectively, were required to attend the gods' monthly meetings. Initially, their presence had been met with hostility, as many gods resented the idea of humans, even wives of powerful deities, participating in their councils. However, Qin's regal authority, her insightful advice, and Sasaki's gentle diplomacy had gradually won them over. Now, they were respected and admired figures, their voices carrying weight in the divine assemblies. Adam, as the representative of all humanity, also attended, his role to safeguard the well-being of human souls across all pantheons and realms. His position was considered equal to that of Zeus, a testament to the respect he commanded.

Jane paused, a thoughtful expression on her face. "So, Qin remains as… assertive as ever."

Heracles sighed, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Indeed. Some gods still tremble at her pronouncements. Uncle Hades certainly married a formidable woman."

He paused, then added, "Adam was quite effective today. He mediated a dispute between a group of Norse and Egyptian souls, preventing what could have escalated into a rather unpleasant conflict. He seems to have a knack for bringing people together."

"He always has," Jane murmured, a soft smile gracing her lips. "He has a way of seeing the best in everyone, even when they struggle to see it themselves."

Heracles nodded in agreement. "He spoke highly of you, Jane. He mentioned how well you've settled into your role here, how much you've contributed to the household."

A faint blush colored Jane's cheeks. "He's too kind," she demurred. "I simply try to do my part."

"You do more than your part," Heracles countered, his voice warm and sincere. "You've brought a sense of… serenity to this place. A quiet strength that permeates everything you do."

He reached across the table, taking her hand in his. "I'm proud of you, Jane. Proud of the woman you've become."

Jane's ruby eye met his, a flicker of emotion passing across her face. "Thank you, Heracles," she whispered. "That means… more than you know."

A comfortable silence settled between them, broken only by the gentle chirping of birds and the soft rustling of leaves. They sat in companionable silence, enjoying the tranquility of the garden, a testament to the peace they had found together, a peace built on love, trust, and acceptance.

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"Argh! They are so utterly infuriating! I can't believe I wasted my breath on those fools! Them and their bloated pride! Who do they think they are? Rulers of the universe? Gods or humans, they're all the same!" Qin Shi Huang fumed, her voice echoing down the council hallways. The meeting had just concluded, and she was clearly seething. Sasaki Kojiro, walking beside her, nervously chuckled.

"Well, I think it went reasonably well?" she offered, her tone laced with uncertainty. "After all, they did agree in the end, so I suppose it was a success?" She wasn't entirely convinced. The memory of her and Hades desperately trying to restrain Qin from physically assaulting the offending god, Zeus's maniacal laughter filling the chamber, and Adam's weary head-shaking, painted a less-than-successful picture.

Hades and Poseidon trailed behind their wives, a study in contrasting reactions. Hades chuckled softly, reliving the look of sheer terror on the god's face. Poseidon, however, sighed deeply. He had not attended the meeting to witness his sister-in-law's near-violent outburst.

They reached one of the council's private rooms, a haven of plush couches and soft lighting. They settled into the comfortable seating, and maids promptly appeared, offering trays laden with delectable foods and refreshing beverages. Qin, though still radiating a palpable aura of irritation, accepted a small plate of pastries, her movements sharp and precise.

"That fool dared to question my authority!" she exclaimed, her voice still laced with indignation. "As if I would tolerate such insolence!"

"He did seem rather… misguided," Sasaki offered diplomatically, taking a sip of her tea. "But I think we managed to convey our point effectively."

Hades, leaning back on the couch, chuckled. "Indeed. The point being, 'Shut up and do as you're told, or face the wrath of the Queen of the Underworld.'"

Qin shot him a glare, but a faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Precisely."

Poseidon, who had remained silent until now, spoke, his voice cool and measured. "I fail to understand why you waste your energy on such trivial matters. They are beneath your notice."

"Beneath my notice?" Qin retorted, her eyes flashing. "They dared to challenge my decisions! That is not trivial, Poseidon."

"They are fools," Poseidon stated simply. "Their opinions are irrelevant."

"And yet," Sasaki interjected gently, "their actions can have consequences. Which is why we were there, to guide them, to prevent further… misunderstandings."

"Misunderstandings," Hades repeated, a hint of amusement in his voice. "A rather polite way of describing the near-apocalyptic meltdown that was about to occur."

Qin rolled her eyes. "Enough," she said, though her tone was less sharp than before. "Let us enjoy this brief respite. I am in no mood for further debate."

They settled into a comfortable silence, enjoying the refreshments and the quiet company. The tension in the room gradually dissipated, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and shared understanding. Even Poseidon, though still radiating an air of aloofness, seemed to relax slightly.

"However, there is something I'm worried about," Sasaki said, her voice cutting through the peaceful atmosphere. She set down her teacup, the delicate china clinking softly, and turned her full attention to her companions.

"One of the rulers in the Hindu Pantheon reported several cases of disappearances, both gods and humans," she explained, her brow furrowed. "Some of them have returned, but they're… changed. They're unable to speak coherently, unable to describe where they've been or what they've seen. It's as if their minds have been… fractured."

Qin Shi Huang straightened up, her posture becoming rigid. She crossed her legs, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest of the couch. "It's not isolated to the Hindu Pantheon," she stated, her voice sharp. "The Chinese Pantheon has also experienced similar incidents. However, in our case, the victims are primarily criminals or individuals harboring… unsavory secrets."

Hades, seated beside her, leaned forward, his expression thoughtful. "It is indeed strange," he mused. "What's more, no souls have been delivered to the underworld from these disappearances. So, it took us longer than usual to become aware of the situation."

Poseidon, his gaze fixed on the intricate patterns of the ceiling, finally spoke. "A disruption," he declared, his voice cold and precise. "A disturbance in the natural order."

"But what could be causing it?" Sasaki asked, her voice laced with concern. "And why are only certain individuals being targeted?"

"Perhaps a new power is rising," Qin suggested, her eyes narrowing. "Something that operates outside the established realms, beyond our current understanding."

"Or perhaps," Hades offered, his voice low and ominous, "it is something old, something that has been lying dormant for centuries, now awakened."

A heavy silence fell over the room, the weight of their unspoken fears hanging in the air. The comfortable atmosphere had vanished, replaced by a sense of unease.

"We must investigate," Qin declared, her voice resolute. "We cannot allow this to continue unchecked."

"Agreed," Hades said, his gaze meeting hers. "I will dispatch some of my most trusted servants to gather information. We need to understand the scope of this problem, and its potential consequences."

"I will contact the rulers of the other pantheons," Sasaki offered, her voice firm. "We need to coordinate our efforts, to share information and resources."

Poseidon remained silent, his gaze still fixed on the ceiling. But his posture had shifted, his body now tense, radiating an aura of barely contained power. He, too, understood the gravity of the situation.

"Whatever it is," Qin said, her voice filled with a quiet determination, "we will find it. And we will stop it."

"Should we tell Zeus and Adam?" Qin suggested, her voice laced with a hint of doubt.

"I'm certain they are already aware," Hades replied, his tone pragmatic. "What we need to focus on is informing our allies." He gestured towards his wife and Sasaki. "You two will inform the Einherjar and the Valkyries of this situation. We need their strength and their diverse skills. I will personally deliver messages to the other major gods, ensuring they are all alerted. And Poseidon," he turned his attention to his brother, "spread your nymphs throughout the realms. Their eyes and ears will be invaluable in gathering information."

Sasaki and Qin nodded, their expressions serious. Poseidon, though his face remained impassive, radiated a palpable tension. Hades knew his brother was far from bored; the sudden emergence of this unknown threat had clearly put him on edge.

"We must act swiftly," Qin stated, her voice firm. "Every moment we delay, the danger grows."

"Indeed," Hades agreed. "We need to understand the nature of this threat, its motives, and its capabilities. Only then can we formulate an effective response."

Sasaki, ever the diplomat, added, "We should also be mindful of the potential for panic. We must disseminate information carefully, ensuring that we inform without inciting undue fear."

"A delicate balance," Hades acknowledged. "But necessary."

Poseidon, finally breaking his silence, spoke, his voice cold and sharp. "Fools who succumb to fear are weak. They are not worth our concern."

"Even the weak deserve protection," Sasaki countered gently. "And fear can drive even the strong to desperate measures."

Poseidon remained silent, his gaze fixed on some distant point. He did not disagree, but his disdain for weakness was evident.

"We will proceed with caution and resolve," Hades declared, his voice resonating with authority. "Let us each attend to our assigned tasks. We will reconvene here in three days to share our findings."

With a final nod, they rose from their seats, their movements purposeful and efficient. The comfortable atmosphere of the private room had been replaced by a sense of urgency and determination. They were the guardians of Valhalla, and they would not rest until the threat had been identified and neutralized. The fate of the realms hung in the balance, and they would not allow it to fall into chaos.

A week had passed since their investigation began. Hades and Qin had delved into the mysteries of the Chinese Pantheon, Poseidon and Sasaki had deployed nymphs and soldiers to gather any shred of evidence related to the disappearances, Jane and Heracles had attempted to communicate with the victims, Zeus had alerted all the gods and goddesses, ordering them to report any anomalies immediately, a directive echoed by Adam for the human souls. The Einherjar had pursued their own lines of inquiry, and the Valkyries had eagerly offered their assistance.

Yet, despite the combined efforts of gods, humans, and Valkyries, they were left with nothing. They had gathered in the grand meeting room of Zeus's palace, their faces etched with frustration and concern.

"Argh... I don't understand," Qin exclaimed, her voice thick with frustration. "We've investigated every avenue, only to find… nothing?" She was seated beside Hades, who occupied the chair next to Zeus's head seat.

"There's something deeply unsettling about this case," Jane interjected, her voice soft yet firm. "I have a feeling this is not the work of gods alone."

Hades gently patted his wife's head, attempting to soothe her frustration. "Let us hear the reports," he said, his voice calm. "There must be some thread of connection if we piece everything together."

Jane raised her hand, indicating she wished to speak first. "We investigated the Norse Pantheon," she began. "We discovered that these disappearances had been occurring for nearly a month, before abruptly ceasing the day we began our collective investigation. Lord Odin and Lord Thor were instrumental in our efforts. We interviewed the victims, but as you predicted, they remained unresponsive."

Heracles continued, "When we mentioned the disappearances, they would shake violently, their eyes darting nervously around the room. It was as if..."

"Someone was watching them," Adam finished, his voice grave. Heracles nodded in agreement.

"Um..." Göll hesitantly raised her hand, drawing their attention. Brunhilde, seated beside her, spoke softly, "What is it, Göll?"

Göll swallowed nervously and said, "I don't know if anyone else noticed, but when you first informed us about the disappearances, I suddenly felt… cold. Like goosebumps."

Alvitr nodded in agreement. "The same happened to me," she said. "Even though the weather has been warm, there's a persistent chill that doesn't make sense. And it's not just us. Many gods and humans have reported the same sensation."

A heavy silence descended upon the room, the implications of their findings hanging in the air. The sudden, unexplained chill, the silent victims, the lack of tangible evidence—it all pointed to something far more sinister than they had initially anticipated.

"This is not a natural phenomenon," Zeus declared, his voice booming through the hall. "This is something… unnatural."

"Something that defies the laws of our world," Poseidon added, his voice cold and precise.

"But what?" Sasaki asked, her voice laced with concern. "What could be capable of such… manipulation?"

"And why silence the victims?" Brunhilde asked. "Why not eliminate them entirely?"

"Perhaps they are being used," Adam suggested, his gaze thoughtful. "Perhaps they are vessels for something… else."

The room fell silent once more, the weight of their unanswered questions pressing down on them. The mystery deepened, the threat grew more ominous, and the sense of unease intensified. They were facing an enemy they could not see, a force that operated in the shadows, leaving behind only chilling whispers and empty stares.

Qin, who was visibly frustrated by the lack of progress, suddenly sat up, her movements sharp and decisive. Hades and the others were startled by her abrupt action. He hesitantly called out to her, "Qin?..."

Qin murmured something unintelligible, until she spoke loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. "What if it's a primordial being?..."

Jane and Zeus widened their eyes, their expressions mirroring a shared realization. Qin looked around the room, her gaze intense. "What if the one who's been doing this is one of the Primordial beings?"

Sasaki, who had remained quiet until then, looked at Qin, her expression a mixture of concern and skepticism. "Are you sure? I mean, I know we need to consider all possibilities, but the Primordials?" She was clearly unsure.

Qin was resolute. She spoke again, her voice firm. "When Göll and Alvitr told us about the chilling sensation, isn't that exactly what happened when Chaos granted our wishes? And think about it, we've been here for years now, meeting countless powerful gods and humans, yet none of them have ever given us the same sensation as Chaos did."

"She has a point," Adam spoke up, his voice calm and thoughtful. "The feeling described is reminiscent of the raw, untamed power that the Primordials possess. A power that transcends even the mightiest gods."

Zeus, his brow furrowed, nodded slowly. "It is a possibility we cannot dismiss. The Primordials are beings of immense power, their motives often beyond our comprehension."

Hades, his gaze dark and serious, added, "If it is indeed a Primordial being, then we are facing a threat unlike any we have encountered before. Their power is not bound by the rules that govern our reality."

"But why?" Sasaki asked, her voice laced with worry. "Why would a Primordial target mortals and gods in this manner?"

"Perhaps they are testing us," Jane suggested, her voice soft but firm. "Perhaps they are observing how we react to this disruption, gauging our strength and our unity."

"Or perhaps," Qin interjected, her voice sharp, "they are simply bored. Primordials are known for their capricious nature. They may be indulging in a twisted game, manipulating us like puppets on a string."

The room fell silent once more, the weight of their suspicions pressing down on them. The possibility of a Primordial being involved in the disappearances cast a long, ominous shadow over their investigation.

"We must proceed with extreme caution," Zeus declared, his voice grave. "If we are indeed facing a Primordial being, we cannot afford to underestimate them. We must gather more information, seek out any clues that might shed light on their motives and their capabilities."

"And we must be prepared for any eventuality," Hades added, his voice grim. "For if a Primordial being has turned its attention to us, we are in grave danger."

The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with apprehension. They were facing an unknown enemy, a being of unimaginable power, and the fate of Valhalla, and perhaps the entire cosmos, hung precariously in the balance.

Just as Zeus was about to conclude the meeting, a sudden, bone-deep chill swept through the room, so intense that they all trembled. The room plunged into a momentary darkness, a suffocating silence descending. They were so consumed by the sudden, paralyzing cold that they failed to notice a faint, pulsating purple light materializing at the entrance. Zeus, however, his eyes sharp and ever-watchful, caught the ethereal glow. He chuckled nervously, a sound that did little to dispel the tension.

"Hohoho, it seems we have an uninvited guest," he announced, his voice strained.

The swirling, hollow purplish light coalesced, forming a vaguely humanoid figure. It was draped in a cloak that shimmered with the swirling hues of a distant galaxy, a mesmerizing and unsettling spectacle. It was impossible to discern whether the figure was male, female, or something entirely beyond human comprehension, but they all knew instantly who it was.

"Greetings, Gods, Humans, and Valkyries," the figure spoke, its voice utterly devoid of emotion, neither joyful nor angry, simply a flat, resonant tone that echoed through the room.

'A Primordial being,' everyone thought, their hearts pounding in their chests. They were sweating profusely, the chilling air doing little to alleviate the sudden, overwhelming dread.

The figure, now fully formed, stood motionless, its presence radiating an immense, unsettling power. The galaxy cloak shimmered and pulsed, casting an eerie light that danced across the faces of those present.

"I have come to observe," the Primordial being continued, its voice echoing in the sudden silence. "To witness the unfolding of events."

"Observe what?" Zeus asked, his voice trembling slightly, attempting to maintain a facade of composure. "What events?"

The being tilted its head, a gesture that was both unsettling and strangely familiar. "The events that you yourselves have set in motion. The ripples that spread from the choices you make."

"Are you the one responsible for the disappearances?" Qin demanded, her voice sharp and challenging, attempting to hide her fear.

The being remained silent for a moment, then spoke, its voice still devoid of emotion. "Responsibility is a human concept. I simply… facilitate."

"Facilitate what?" Hades asked, his voice low and dangerous. "What are you facilitating?"

"The inevitable," the being replied, its gaze sweeping across the room. "The convergence of destinies. The unfolding of a new era."

A sense of dread settled over the room, a chilling premonition of impending doom. They were facing a being of unimaginable power, a being whose motives were as inscrutable as the cosmos itself. And they knew, with a chilling certainty, that whatever this being was facilitating, it was not going to be peaceful.

"It would be best if I show you," the primordial being declared, and with a snap of its fingers, the world dissolved. They vanished, and then, just as abruptly, reappeared. A warm sunlight kissed their faces, yet a cold wind whipped around them, sending shivers down their spines. They adjusted their eyes, and a collective gasp escaped their lips. They stood within the familiar, yet unsettling, arena of Ragnarok.

They had been transported to the very place where the fate of humanity had been decided. But the arena was not empty. It was filled with a vast, bewildered crowd of humans and gods, all seated in the stands. They found themselves in the once-VIP room, their vantage point overlooking the arena.

Floating screens, once used to display the battles, flickered and glitched, their images distorted and fragmented. They turned their attention to the center of the arena, where another primordial being stood, its form radiating an aura of immense power. It spoke, its voice amplified, echoing through the vast space.

"Are you certain that you know a person best?"

The question, spoken in a voice chillingly cold, reverberated through the assembled crowd of gods and humans, sending a wave of fear rippling through them. No one dared to answer. Primordial beings rarely cared for the anxieties of mortals or even lesser deities. The speaker continued, their gaze sweeping across the silent gathering.

"Do you wish to know the story of our honorable fighters for humanity? I think this will teach your arrogant selves a valuable lesson."

Confusion, fear, uneasiness, and caution were etched on every face, blurring the supposed lines between gods and humans. They shared these primal emotions, a testament to the shared experience of witnessing such a brutal and extraordinary conflict.

"Enjoy," Chaos declared, the word hanging in the air like a death knell.

The screens flickered to life, displaying fragmented images of past battles. Then, they cleared, revealing a scene that made the audience gasp. 

The screen blazed, the bold letters stark against the darkness:

[The Flying Generals Past]

A ripple of murmurs spread through the colossal arena.

"Huh? Isn't that...?" someone whispered, their voice barely audible.

"The first fighter for humanity, right? Lü Bu?" another voice confirmed, a mix of awe and confusion in their tone.

"And what does 'Past' mean? Are we watching his history? Some kind of flashback?" The questions hung in the air, unanswered, as humans and gods alike leaned forward, their curiosity piqued.

In the VIP section, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation.

Qin Shi Huang, ever the strategist, moved to the edge of the platform, her voice carrying across the space. "Lü Bu! Are you there?"

A booming voice echoed from below. "Yeah!"

Hades, his gaze fixed on the screen, rested his chin on his intertwined fingers. "The primordial beings tasked us with 'knowing the story of humanity's fighters.' I believe this event will reveal who they truly are, beyond the legends."

Aphrodite, positioned slightly below him, turned her graceful head. "Hmm, so that's the purpose."

Hrist, standing behind her, her brow furrowed, inquired, "Did you discover something, Lady Aphrodite?"

Aphrodite's lips curved into a knowing smile. "As Hades said, we are about to witness the Einherjar's past. The purpose, I believe, is to strip away the layers of myth and present them as individuals, not just figures in a story. It also hinted that we will learn something profound from this experience."

A hush fell over the crowd as the screen began to flicker. Faint images began to coalesce, hinting at a world beyond the present. The air crackled with anticipation, a silent promise of revelations to come. The gods and humans, once adversaries, now share a common thread of curiosity, bound by the unfolding narrative of Lü Bu's past.

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The deep, resonant voice echoed, filling the arena, cutting through the murmurs.

[Who is the strongest man, beneath the heavens?

4,000 years of history...

A superpower that faced numerous conflicts across time. It could be said that it was built upon corpses.]

The screen flickered to life, displaying a panorama of ancient landscapes, bustling cities, and solemn figures. It was as if they were peering directly into the heart of a bygone era, witnessing the very fabric of someone's life.

"This is creepy and amazing at the same time," Sasaki Kojiro commented, her eyes wide with a mixture of fascination and unease. She, like the rest of the audience, was captivated by the unfolding spectacle.

[China.

Across the ages, could any of the emperors that ruled among men claim to hold the title of the strongest?]

The screen zoomed in on an ornate throne, where a regal emperor sat, his face etched with authority. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows behind him, a glinting knife flashing in their hand. With a swift, merciless motion, the emperor was struck down, his reign abruptly ended.

[No.

Bloodline is irrelevant. Instead, one must consider the valor that dwells within a man's body. A mere strong among the populace strikes fear into their hearts, and clears the path.

Experience is irrelevant. Instead, one must consider how many heads the warrior can cleave with a single swing. Overwhelming strength lies within fear and submission.

So I ask you, exactly who can claim the title?!]

The screen erupted in a whirlwind of violence. Armored warriors clashed, their weapons a blur of steel. Spears pierced flesh, swords cleaved through bone, and severed heads tumbled to the ground. The air was thick with the stench of blood and the screams of the dying.

"How cruel..." a bystander whispered, their voice trembling.

"Disgusting..." another muttered, averting their gaze.

"This was in the past...?" a third questioned, their voice filled with disbelief.

A wave of unease swept through the human side of the arena. The raw, uncensored display of brutality was a stark reminder of humanity's violent history. The gods, however, watched with a detached curiosity, their expressions ranging from clinical observation to morbid fascination. The contrast between the two sides was stark, a testament to the differing perspectives on mortality and violence.

The narrator's voice, a booming baritone, continued its relentless interrogation, showcasing a succession of formidable warriors, each deemed unworthy of the title "strongest."

[The strongest beneath the heavens. In all Chinese history, the most valorous, most feared, most prideful warrior that looked up to...

THE SUMMIT!!!]

The screen shifted, revealing a grotesque yet awe-inspiring sight: a mountain constructed entirely of human skulls. The crowd gasped, a collective shudder running through them. At the peak of this macabre monument stood a solitary figure, silhouetted against the sky.

[Only one man could stand there, above all others.

Known to his fellow man as...

THE GOD OF WAR!]

The tension in the arena was palpable. The audience, both human and divine, held their breath, eager to witness the revelation. The screen widened, showcasing a vast, desolate plain. In the distance, a plume of smoke billowed, obscuring the scene. As the image sharpened, two armies came into focus, mounted warriors facing each other, poised for a brutal clash. On the right flank, a single rider led the charge, his posture radiating confidence and power.

[His name was...]

The two leaders, one from each opposing force, charged towards each other, closing the distance with terrifying speed. The enemy leader raised his club, preparing to strike. But the lone rider, his grip tightening on his spear, showed no hesitation. With a swift, fluid motion, he unleashed a devastating blow, his spear slicing through his opponent's torso, sending a spray of blood into the air.

[The name of the strongest man under the heavens was...]

The rider pressed forward, his spear a whirlwind of death, cutting down anyone who dared to stand in his path.

[LU BU!!!]

The name echoed through the arena, resonating with a primal power that silenced the crowd. The screen zoomed in on Lü Bu's face, his eyes burning with an unquenchable fire, his expression a mask of ruthless determination. The scene was a visceral display of his overwhelming strength, a testament to the legend that preceded him. The gods and humans alike were transfixed, witnessing the birth of a legend, the rise of the God of War.

The silence of the arena, thick with the lingering echo of Lü Bu's name, was abruptly shattered by a sharp, rhythmic clapping. All eyes turned to the source of the sound.

Thor, the god of thunder, sat impassively, his powerful hands steadily clapping. It wasn't a boisterous cheer, but a measured, almost respectful applause. Lü Bu, seated beside him, averted his gaze, his ears flushed a faint crimson. The sight stunned the audience. Thor, the embodiment of cold, unyielding power, publicly acknowledging someone, even with a simple clap, was an unprecedented event.

The momentary hush was then broken by a far more enthusiastic outburst. Qin Shi Huang, perched on a plush, blue couch beside Hades, was clapping and cheering with unrestrained fervor.

"Whoooo! That's my brother! Kill them all!" she exclaimed, her voice ringing through the arena.

Despite her regal bearing, Qin Shi Huang's enthusiasm was infectious. She was not a woman known for barbaric displays, but her loyalty to Lü Bu, her sworn brother, transcended any sense of decorum. Jane, seated near her, clapped softly, a quiet smile playing on her lips. She, too, felt a surge of pride for Lü Bu's achievements, her experiences having inured her to the violence displayed on the screen.

The stark contrast between Thor's stoic approval and Qin Shi Huang's passionate cheer highlighted the diverse reactions to Lü Bu's display of power. The gods, accustomed to displays of strength, were intrigued by the sheer ferocity of his actions. The humans, while initially repulsed by the gore, were now witnessing the birth of a legend, a beacon of human strength in the face of overwhelming odds. The arena buzzed with a newfound energy, the audience now fully invested in the unfolding narrative of Lü Bu's past.

The brutal clash continued, a whirlwind of steel and carnage. Blood painted the battlefield, bodies littered the ground, and pockets of resistance crumbled under the relentless onslaught. Lü Bu's army, inspired by their general's ferocity, surged forward, their hearts filled with awe and unwavering loyalty. Victory was assured.

[This is the tale of a man unbound. Who flew across countless battlefields.

The flying general....the legend of...

Lü Bu!]

The screen flickered, plunging the arena into darkness. A heavy silence descended, broken only by the occasional rustle of clothing and the soft murmur of voices. Among the crowd, a figure trembled with excitement.

"Ahh! My lord! This...this...this is the greatest chance ever!!!" Chen Gong exclaimed, his voice filled with fervent admiration. As Lü Bu's strategist and most devoted follower, he was overwhelmed by the spectacle.

Behind him, Lü Bu's soldiers, initially bewildered by their sudden transport to the arena, were now beaming with pride. The flickering screen, the dramatic introduction – it was all a testament to their lord's legendary status. They were about to witness the true story of Lü Bu, their leader, their hero. Their confusion had been replaced with eager anticipation.

The darkness held a pregnant pause, a moment of reflection before the narrative resumed. The audience, both divine and mortal, was captivated, their attention fixed on the now-blank screen, waiting for the next glimpse into the life of the God of War. The air crackled with anticipation, a silent promise of more revelations to come.

Qin Shi Huang swayed in her seat, her legs crossed, a visible tremor of excitement running through her. Her regal attire had been replaced by her more comfortable combat outfit from the Ragnarok battles. Hades, seated beside her, chuckled softly, his eyes filled with affection as he watched her. He accepted the tray of fruits Hermes offered, selecting a plump grape.

"You seem rather excited, my love," he remarked, gently feeding her the grape.

Qin opened her mouth, happily munching on the fruit. "Of course! This is one of my brother's journeys! How could I not be?" She turned her gaze towards Lü Bu, who stood a short distance away. "But I do have to ask, are you sure this is alright? I mean, they're practically showing your life without asking you first."

Lü Bu huffed, "I don't mind. But whether we like it or not, they'll show our lives to the whole world."

A heavy silence settled over the VIP section. The truth of Lü Bu's words hung in the air. The primordial beings had explicitly stated their intention to reveal the human fighters' pasts, exposing their lives, both the glorious and the dark, to the scrutiny of gods and humans alike.

Jane gripped her skirt, her gloved hands trembling despite her attempts to maintain a neutral expression. She flinched as a warm hand enveloped hers. She looked up to see Heracles, his eyes filled with gentle reassurance. Though they had shared many secrets, Heracles sensed that Jane still harbored hidden burdens, burdens that would soon be laid bare on the screen.

Sasaki Kojiro nervously swallowed, her mind replaying the painful events of her past. Despite knowing she bore no guilt, the memory still haunted her. Poseidon, seated beside her, wrapped an arm around her waist, a silent promise of support. He sensed her unease, knowing that something in her past troubled her, and he vowed to uncover the source.

Nikola Tesla unconsciously moved closer to Beelzebub, her arms wrapping around him. Her focus remained on the blank screen, yet her body instinctively sought comfort in his presence. Beelzebub held her hand, his expression unreadable, yet he too sensed a hidden pain within her, a secret that had caused her sudden stillness.

Qin rested her head on Hades' shoulder, a sigh escaping her lips. "Haha, looks like we're all fucked, huh..."

Hades tightened his hold on her waist, his expression grim. "Indeed, my love. This will not be a pleasant experience."

The anticipation in the arena was thick, a mix of dread and morbid curiosity. The silence was heavy with unspoken anxieties, the knowledge that their most intimate secrets were about to be revealed to the world. The screen remained dark, a blank canvas waiting to be filled with the stories of their pasts.

The flickering screen resolved into a stark, sun-baked landscape. A wide, rocky expanse stretched before them, the harsh sunlight glinting off the stones. Three figures, mounted on a single horse, were desperately fleeing. Behind them, a vast, surging horde of soldiers and mounted warriors pursued them relentlessly.

["This is disastrous! Utterly disastrous!" Chen Gong, sweat beading on his brow, gripped the reins tightly. "We must return! We must warn Lord Lu Bu!"

The ground trembled beneath the thunderous approach of the pursuing army.

"They're gaining on us!" exclaimed one of the men beside Chen Gong, his voice strained. "It couldn't have been a chance encounter. Someone deliberately concealed this during the field inspection, didn't they?"

"Castle Xia Pi! We must reach Castle Xia Pi! Immediately!" Chen Gong shouted, urging his horse onward. He glanced back at the encroaching army, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Where did they come from? When did they amass such a force?"

The sheer scale of the army was terrifying. Thirty thousand soldiers, their footsteps a deafening drumbeat, their heavy breathing and rasping chorus. The clatter of advanced armor and the palpable wave of hatred radiating from them filled the air. The invaders had arrived, a tidal wave of destruction poised to engulf everything in its path.]

"Thirty thousand?" a human voice echoed, incredulous. "That's an insane number!"

"Seriously, that's way too many!" another voice chimed in, the tone bordering on disbelief.

"Well," a historian interjected, adjusting their glasses, "historical accounts do often emphasize the correlation between sheer numbers and military might. A larger army often translates to greater power, or at least the perception of it. But to see it like this..." The historian trailed off, clearly awestruck by the visual representation of such a massive force.

"My heart was pounding out of my chest back then," Chen Gong said, clutching his shirt. The surreal experience of watching his past unfold on the screen was momentarily overshadowed by the urgency of the memory—the memory of Lu Bu's impending peril.

In the VIP section, Qin Shi Huang snapped her fingers, her eyes gleaming with interest. "If I recall correctly, this was the era of constant warfare. A time when territory and strength dictated everything, am I right?"

Lu Bu scoffed, his gaze fixed on the screen. "I cared little for such matters. I sought only worthy opponents."

Qin Shi Huang’s smirk widened. "I wonder why."

[On the screen, Chen Gong's eyes widened as he looked back at the pursuing army. A distinct fabric swayed amidst the sea of soldiers. "That's the flag of Yuan Shu's army!" he exclaimed.

"General… who leads them?" one of his companions asked, his voice laced with fear.

Then, a figure emerged from the front lines, silhouetted against the bright sun. He rode a massive tiger, its powerful strides eating up the distance. "Advance! Forward!" the figure roared, his voice booming across the battlefield.

It was Ji Ling, the captain general of Yuan Shu's army. His presence was imposing, radiating raw power and authority. The sight of him, mounted on a tiger, sent a shiver down Chen Gong's spine.]

"That's a massive tiger!" One of the humans exclaimed.

"He's riding a tiger? That's insane!"

[The screen provided context: Yuan Shu, a self-proclaimed emperor in this chaotic Sengoku World, had set his sights on seizing Xuzhou. He had dispatched Ji Ling, his most trusted captain general, with an army of 30,000 soldiers, to crush Lu Bu's forces.]

"So, that's Yuan Shu," a historian murmured, "a would-be emperor with grand ambitions. And Ji Ling, his fierce general. A formidable combination."

[The screen showed Chen Gong and his two companions urging their horse to greater speed. Suddenly, the pursuing army halted. A soldier raised his bow, the arrow aimed with deadly precision. The arrow whistled through the air, finding its mark.

Chen Gong gasped as his companion slumped forward, an arrow protruding from his chest. The man tumbled from his horse, lifeless. "Are you alright?!" Chen Gong cried out, pulling his horse to a halt.

"Leave him, Chen Gong! We must go!" his remaining companion shouted, fear etching his features. Another arrow thudded into the ground nearby, snapping Chen Gong out of his shock. He wheeled his horse around, a wave of guilt washing over him. "I'm sorry!"

The two remaining riders fled, leaving their fallen comrade behind. The enemy soldiers, for the moment, held their ground.]

The scene shifted, showing Chen Gong and his companion reaching their base, a palpable sense of relief mixed with dread hanging in the air.

[Inside the meeting room, Chen Gong paced back and forth, his brow furrowed in concentration. "What can we do against an army like Yuan Shu's? What strategy? Think, Chen Gong, think!" He slapped his cheeks, trying to clear his mind. "We must find a way!"

The sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the room. A tall shadow fell over Chen Gong. Before he could turn, a large hand patted him on the shoulder. "Chen Gong, what troubles you?"

Lu Bu stood behind him, his head tilted slightly, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Lu Bu-sama!" Chen Gong immediately dropped to his knees, pressing his hands together in a gesture of deep respect. "My lord, a grave crisis threatens Castle Xia Pi!"]

"Your strategist seems quite rattled," Sasaki Kojiro observed, her gaze fixed on the screen, her expression thoughtful.

Okita Souji grinned, a hint of playful mischief in his eyes. "He has good reason to be. That era was a brutal dance of survival, kill or be killed. Though, I suppose my time wasn't entirely different."

The VIP section had been transformed into a comfortable lounge, furnished with plush couches, elegant tables, and an array of food and beverages. The primordial being responsible for the screening had ensured their comfort. The room now housed the human and god fighters, the Valkyries, and a few notable deities: Aphrodite, Odin, Hermes, and Ares.

"Hmm..." Ares mused, reclining on his couch, Hermes standing attentively behind him. "I wonder if there's anyone worthy of a good spar..."

Ares, despite his initial animosity, had found a measure of peace with humanity. He occasionally joined Leonidas's soldiers for training, filling the void left by Heracles. Though he remained cautious around Jane, the woman who had slain his brother and former training partner, he had come to tolerate her enough to share tea.

Hermes sighed, shaking his head. "Of course, brother," he said, rolling his eyes slightly. Ever since Ares had learned that some humans, excluding the Einherjar, possessed the strength to wound a god, he had become obsessed with finding a human sparring partner.

[Chen Gong, outlining his strategy to trap Yuan Shu's army, was interrupted by Lu Bu, who pointed to a spot on the map.

"Then, leave it to me," Lu Bu declared, his voice firm.

Chen Gong's eyes widened in disbelief. "My lord! To face Ji Ling's 30,000 soldiers head-on, we'd need at least 10,000, no, 20,000 soldiers! Our current forces are insufficient!" He was trying to be logical, but Lu Bu's nonchalant response was utterly baffling. Lu Bu was strong, but taking on 30,000 soldiers alone? Impossible.

"I don't need soldiers," Lu Bu stated, moving a shogi piece across the map, demonstrating his intent to confront the enemy leader directly. "We'll win this way."

Chen Gong swallowed hard, looking at Lu Bu with a mixture of awe and terror. "My lord, you intend to face 30,000 soldiers alone? Even for you, that's impossible!"

Lu Bu's ears twitched at the word "impossible." He slowly exhaled, a low, ominous sound.

"Hoh."

Chen Gong covered his mouth, realizing his mistake. "Shit," he thought, bracing himself.

Lu Bu smiled, but it was a chilling smile, devoid of warmth. "Did you just say it was impossible for me...?"

Chen Gong trembled, a sense of impending awe and dread washing over him. "I feel like so mething incredible is about to happen."]

Thor, watching the scene unfold, focused on Lu Bu's smile. To some, it might have appeared menacing, but to Thor, it held a strange charm. He turned to Lu Bu beside him.

"You should smile more," Thor said casually.

"Hah?" Lu Bu looked at Thor, surprised by the unexpected comment. They locked eyes, a moment of intense connection that seemed to isolate them from the rest of the room.

"Ahem," Qin Shi Huang cleared her throat, suppressing a grin. Without her usual blindfold, her eyes sparkled with playful amusement, clearly teasing Lu Bu.

Lu Bu averted his gaze, focusing on the screen, though the subtle reddening of his ears betrayed his composure. Thor, still watching Lu Bu, felt a warmth spread through him. His eyes softened, then returned to the screen, their pinkies subtly intertwined beneath the folds of Thor's white robe.

[At the enemy base, thousands of soldiers were arrayed before the walls of Xiao Pei castle. They chatted and joked, some mocking the defenders, others simply passing the time. Atop the castle wall, three figures observed the scene. One of them, Liu Bei, lay sideways, his head propped up on his arm.

"Hm, this is certainly unexpected. I wonder what they're planning?" Liu Bei mused, his gaze sweeping across the horizon. He could hear the boisterous chatter of the soldiers below. "And you certainly drink a lot, don't you?" he added, glancing at the man beside him.

Zhang Fei, a hulking figure, took a prodigious gulp from a giant wooden wine cask, his face flushed. "Yuan Shu's underlings? Bring them on! My blood's boiling with excitement! How can I not drink?"

He turned to the third figure, Guan Yu, who remained silent. "Hey, big brother! My only purpose is to protect Xuande's life!"

Liu Bei sat up, his expression thoughtful. "We have a choice: fight and die with honor, or surrender and live in misery. I wonder which is preferable."]

"I'd say surrender," Shiva grinned, resting two of his arms behind his head while crossing the other two. Raiden Tameemon turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "Why's that?"

Shiva's grin widened. "Because my instincts tell me something very exciting is about to happen."

"Humans are certainly something," a god commented, shaking his head.

"I have a feeling something's about to go down," a goddess said to her companion. "What do you think?"

Her friend crossed her arms, her eyes fixed on the screen. "The Flying General is likely to do something. After that conversation with his strategist, he's definitely planning something crazy."

[Below, the soldiers continued their banter. One of them nudged his comrade. "Hey, check this out!"

The other soldier looked over. "Huh?"

"General Ji Ling's tiger! I carved it myself!" He proudly displayed a crude tattoo of a tiger around his arm.

"What is that? Looks like a cat," the other soldier teased.

"What?! It's a tiger, you idiot!"

Their laughter abruptly ceased as they heard a series of heavy footsteps. The sound was too loud, too forceful, to be that of an ordinary human. The footsteps continued, growing louder, until a lone silhouette appeared in the distance.

"Hey, what's that?"

"Huh?"

One soldier chuckled, attributing the figure to his drunkenness. But then, others began to notice it too.

"Where the hell did that come from?"

"Alright, I'll send it flying!" one soldier declared.

"Yeah!"

"Alright, here I go!"

But another soldier stopped him, his voice trembling. "Wait!"

"Huh?"

"It... it can't be... it's the Flying General! Lu Bu Housen!"

A wave of panic swept through the soldiers, their laughter replaced by terrified screams. The sight of Lu Bu, alon e and approaching, was a terrifying and unexpected spectacle.]

The audience held its breath, eager to witness Lu Bu's next move. On the screen, Red Hare, Lu Bu's magnificent steed, strode forward, parting the sea of enemy soldiers. Chen Gong, his face etched with worry, desperately tried to dissuade Lu Bu, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.

Red Hare halted in the center of the enemy formation. Lu Bu, gripping a long wooden pole topped with his army's flag, drove it into the ground with a resounding thud. As he did so, he roared:

[“I am Lu Bu Housen! I raise this flag and declare this battle over!”

Lu Bu's thunderous declaration sent a shockwave through the enemy ranks, forcing the soldiers to stumble backward. His gaze, sharp and intimidating, fixed on the castle walls.

Ji Ling grinned, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “So, you’ve finally come, Lu Bu Housen!”

He urged his tiger forward, clearing a path through his own troops. Ji Ling and Lu Bu faced each other, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.

“Lu Bu, do you truly believe you can stop my 30,000 soldiers with just you and your horse?” Ji Ling mocked, but Lu Bu remained unfazed.

“Definitely,” Lu Bu replied, his voice brimming with confidence and power.

Ji Ling burst into laughter, as if he had just heard the most absurd joke. But when he looked back at Lu Bu, his smile faltered.

He raised a finger, a cunning glint in his eyes. “Hey, Lu Bu, how about a wager?” He grinned, raising an eyebrow. “From here to that hill over there stands a halberd. You must pierce it with an arrow. If you can achieve such a feat at that distance, the war will end, wouldn’t that be perfect?”

He continued, his voice laced with menace, “However, if you fail, I’ll take something precious from you.” He grinned, revealing his intent, “Your life.”]

“What a despicable man!” a voice from the human side exclaimed.

“That’s utterly unfair! Just look at that distance!” another cried out.

Murmurs of disbelief and apprehension rippled through the audience. Some predicted Lu Bu’s downfall, while others fervently argued for his triumph.

Thor, despite his unwavering faith in his rival’s abilities, couldn’t suppress a flicker of worry. He tightened his grip on Lu Bu’s pinky.

Lu Bu responded by gently squeezing Thor’s hand, offering silent reassurance. “Don’t worry, this isn’t the end.” Thor tightened his grip on Lu Bu’s hand and focused intently on the screen.

“Of course, he won’t die. That’s a ridiculous notion,” Qin Shi Huang commented, reclining on Hades’s lap as he fed her slices of fruit. He cared little for the fate of the other Einherjar, his sole concern being Qin’s safety. However, knowing her sentimental nature, he feigned interest, though his attention remained primarily on his wife.

Loki, hovering above them, watched the scene with undisguised disgust. “Ugh! Couples!”

[Ji Ling sneered, "I'll take it myself!"

Chen Gong, his face pale with fear, collapsed behind Lu Bu, desperately pleading with him not to attempt the impossible feat.

Lu Bu, however, gripped the wooden pole tightly, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Hm? Impossible, you say?!"

He planted his feet firmly on the ground, Red Hare standing steadfast beside him. His grin never wavered as he looked at Ji Ling. "I must shoot from right here?"

"Fuhahaha! Someone bring a bow and arrow for this naive fool!" Ji Ling commanded.

A soldier knelt before Lu Bu, offering him a bow and arrow. But Lu Bu ignored them, instead calling out to Chen Gong. "Chen Gong, the flag."

"Ah! Yes!" Chen Gong stammered, struggling to pull the heavy flag. "This is incredibly heavy! My lord, how were you lifting this... with one hand?!" He finally managed to pull the flag free, but it tilted precariously, threatening to crush him. Before it could fall, Lu Bu caught it with effortless ease.

"This is all I need," Lu Bu muttered.

He raised the flag, adjusting his grip. He assumed a throwing stance.

A shot from a flag.

Ready. He raised the flag high.

Aim. He positioned himself at the perfect angle toward the distant halberd.

Hold. He tightened his grip, his muscles tensing.

And Pierce. Without hesitation, Lu Bu hurled the flag toward the halberd.

The flag soared through the sky, a magnificent dragon in flight.]

Every eye in the audience was transfixed on the flying flag. As it neared the halberd, a figure was visible, holding what appeared to be a cub. He seemed to be waiting for something, but what he saw was not an arrow—it was far too large and long.

[The flag struck the figure, piercing him clean through. The impact was so swift that the figure was dead before anyone could react. The flag continued its trajectory, embedding itself firmly in the halberd.

A collective gasp echoed through the battlefield. Chen Gong wept tears of joy.]

Chen Gong in the arena was also overcome with emotion, tears streaming down his face. Seeing his lord's unwavering confidence and incredible feat was a moment of pure exhilaration.

A wave of cheers erupted from the audience. The flag had reached the halberd!

Thor clenched his other fist, a surge of exhilaration coursing through him, though he remained outwardly stoic. Lu Bu turned to Thor, their eyes meeting.

"What do you think of that?"

[What do you think of that?]

Lu Bu’s voice, both from the screen and beside him, echoed in Thor’s ears. His eyes widened, mesmerized by the sight of Lu Bu’s triumph. A soft smile graced his lips. "Yeah, it was amazing."

Lu Bu grinned, his attention returning to the screen, but Thor's gaze remained fixed on him.

Sasaki and Nikola applauded, Jane chuckled softly, Qin grinned from Hades's lap, Raiden beamed, Leonidas nodded in respect, Okita smiled brightly, and Simo clapped quietly.

Adam smiled warmly, proud of his son's victory. Zeus chuckled, Hermes smiled, and Ares pondered whether he could arrange a spar with Lu Bu.

Chapter Text

The audience murmured, their voices a low hum as they discussed the previous video. They had witnessed the rise of Lu Bu, the Flying General of the human fighters, and the sheer power he exuded. As their chatter filled the hall, the screen flickered, a momentary glitch that sent a ripple of unease through the room. Then, the image stabilized.

A serene landscape filled the screen: a verdant field, vibrant with wildflowers, culminating in a dramatic cliff face. A solitary, gnarled tree clung to the cliff's edge, and nestled within its branches was a massive white wolf, its eyes gleaming with an ancient wisdom. Below, a young man sat beside a crackling fire, the flames licking at a spit of roasting meat. His clothes were stained with dirt and splattered with faint, dark marks. His spiky, dark blue hair danced in the gentle breeze. This was Lu Bu, but a Lu Bu was far removed from the warrior they knew. He appeared to be no more than nineteen or twenty years old, his youthful face bearing the marks of a life lived in the wild.

[Lu Bu tore into the cooked meat, his movements primal and efficient. The great white wolf, his silent companion, rested beside him. They both exuded an aura of raw power, a sense that they were creatures of the wild, untouched by the constraints of civilization.]

"What have you been doing, to be so…filthy?" Eve's gentle voice cut through the silence. She sat beside Adam, her expression a mixture of concern and curiosity. She was genuinely interested in the young man's activities, after all, she had come to consider him one of her adopted sons. The sight of Lu Bu, covered in dirt, blood, and scratches, stirred a maternal instinct within her.

"Just hunting," Lu Bu replied, his voice a low, emotionless rumble. Yet, beneath the gruff exterior, a faint warmth lingered, a subtle hint of affection.

[Time passed, marked by the crackling fire and the rhythmic chewing of Lu Bu. Suddenly, the white wolf lifted its head, a low growl rumbling in its throat. The animal’s keen senses had detected an approaching presence. Lu Bu, though still consuming his meal, registered the approaching footsteps with his own heightened awareness.

The footsteps were neither loud nor soft, but possessed a distinct, cheerful cadence. They grew closer, then halted a short distance away.

Lu Bu turned, his eyes narrowing as he observed the figure. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice raw and challenging.]

A collective gasp swept through the VIP section. That voice, that unmistakable tone, sent a jolt of recognition through everyone present. All eyes turned towards the woman seated beside Hades, who was calmly sipping a glass of wine offered by Hermes.

Qin Shi Huang, sensing the sudden attention, raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" she inquired, tilting her head with an air of regal indifference.

Then, she turned her gaze towards the screen, and a slow smile spread across her face. "Ah," she murmured, a hint of amusement in her voice. "So, it begins."

[The figure standing before Lu Bu was a vision of regal splendor. She wore the elaborate, distinctive outfit she had donned before entering the Ragnarok arena, a testament to her power and authority. Her long, flowing black hair shimmered in the sunlight, and her rosy lips were curved into a wide, confident smile. A white blindfold concealed her eyes, yet her presence radiated an unwavering sense of command. The black and gold claws adorning her index and middle fingers gleamed menacingly. In short, she exuded an aura of power, authority, beauty, and absolute command.

It was Qin Shi Huang, the First Emperor of China, the most powerful and influential ruler in the nation's history.]

The tension in the room was palpable. The audience was witnessing a pivotal moment, a meeting between two titans of history in their youth. What transpired between them in this untamed wilderness? What led them to this encounter? And what secrets did this encounter hold? The audience leaned forward, eager to witness the unfolding drama.

[Qin stood a short distance from Lu Bu, her posture radiating an air of effortless authority. She completely ignored the low, menacing growl emanating from the massive white wolf. "Hao!" she announced, her voice echoing through the serene landscape. "The local people have informed me that a man and his wolf companion have been causing disturbances in the area. They have petitioned me for aid in resolving this…problem."

Lu Bu glanced at her briefly, his expression impassive, before returning his attention to the roasting meat. "Leave," he stated, his voice a low, dismissive rumble.]

The audience noted a subtle difference in Qin's appearance on the screen. She was undeniably younger, her features softer, less hardened than the formidable emperor they knew.

Suddenly, a rapid, frantic clicking sound filled the VIP section. All eyes turned to Hades, who, with a camera clutched in his hands, was capturing a series of rapid-fire images of the young Qin on the screen. His face remained stoic, but the speed of his camera clicks betrayed his fervent enthusiasm.

The reactions were varied and telling. Qin herself blushed, a rare sight, but her smile was wide and genuine. Poseidon, with a dramatic sigh, covered his face with his hand, clearly exasperated by his brother's blatant display of affection. Sasaki, seated beside him, offered a nervous laugh and patted Poseidon's back in an attempt to comfort him. Zeus, predictably, erupted in booming laughter, while Hermes simply smiled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Adam, his gaze sharp and disapproving, glared at Hades, clearly displeased with the blatant capture of his daughter's image. Aphrodite giggled, her eyes sparkling, while Brunhilde shook her head, a mixture of exasperation and amusement on her face. Göll, hiding her face in her hands, blushed furiously. Loki, with a theatrical gag, rolled his eyes, while the rest of the audience either ignored the spectacle or simply resigned themselves to Hades's unwavering devotion.

They were all well aware of Hades's profound affection for his wife, Qin Shi Huang. However, this open display of his "whipped" nature was a first, and they knew it wouldn't be the last.

In one of the arena's seating sections, Chun Yan, Qin's guardian and foster mother during her early years, watched the screen with her son beside her. "Mom! That's the Emperor!" her son exclaimed, pointing excitedly at the screen.

Chun Yan smiled warmly. "Yes, it is."

She was surprised to find herself in the arena once again. She currently resided in the Chinese pantheon with her son, and Qin visited her whenever she had the opportunity. When she learned that they would be witnessing the rise and fall of the Einherjar, she was astounded. This meant she would be able to witness Qin's journey to becoming the greatest emperor in China. Seeing the young, confident Qin on the screen filled her with immense pride. The once timid and vulnerable girl she had met had blossomed into the strongest and most influential ruler in history.

The audience, meanwhile, was captivated by the unfolding interaction between the young Lu Bu and Qin Shi Huang. What would transpire between these two powerful individuals? How would their paths intertwine in this untamed wilderness? The anticipation hung heavy in the air.

[Qin Shi Huang huffed, a hint of playful defiance in her voice. She placed her hands on her hips, her posture radiating confidence. "Sorry to disappoint you, my friend," she declared, "but until this matter is resolved, I'm not going anywhere."

Lu Bu, unfazed, continued to devour his meal, completely ignoring her. The silence stretched, broken only by the gentle rustling of the breeze. Qin's patience, never her strongest virtue, began to wear thin. She pouted, a surprisingly childlike expression on her usual regal face, and strode towards Lu Bu. The white wolf, sensing her approach, unleashed a ferocious growl, its eyes fixed on her with predatory intensity. Yet, Qin showed no sign of fear or hesitation. The wolf lunged, its jaws snapping, but just as it seemed to connect, Qin vanished.

She reappeared behind the wolf, her movements so swift that they were almost imperceptible, and continued her approach towards Lu Bu.]

"What incredibly fast reflexes!" a martial artist among the human spectators exclaimed, his eyes wide with astonishment.

"We didn't even see her move!" another human added, his voice filled with awe. "It's like the wolf wasn't even there!"

[Qin stopped beside Lu Bu, her pout is still evident. "Hey! Don't ignore me!" she insisted. Her tone wasn't that of an arrogant noble, but rather that of a child denied attention, a subtle hint of petulance in her voice.

Lu Bu grumbled, finally ceasing his meal and turning his gaze towards Qin. He narrowed his eyes, his expression a mixture of annoyance and curiosity. "What do you want?" he demanded.

Qin crossed her arms, her pout deepening. "I told you, you've been causing trouble for my people!" she reiterated.

Lu Bu scoffed, a low, dismissive sound. "And I told you to leave," he retorted, his voice laced with a veiled threat. "Unless you want to be beaten."

Qin's eyes flashed with a spark of defiance. She crossed her arms, her stance radiating unwavering confidence. "I'd like to see you try," she challenged, her voice laced with a playful edge. "Unless you want to kiss the ground, go ahead!"]

The tension in the air crackled, the unspoken challenge hanging heavy. The audience watched with bated breath, eager to see how this clash of wills would unfold. The youthful Qin, despite her playful demeanor, exuded an aura of formidable power, while Lu Bu radiated a raw, untamed strength. The stage was set for a confrontation, a clash between two titans in their formative years.

"Yikes, Qin, you really need to stop provoking people," Sasaki remarked, her voice laced with concern. She glanced at Qin, her expression a mixture of worry and apprehension.

"In my defense," Qin retorted, crossing her arms and tilting her head with a hint of petulance, "he wouldn't listen to me. And besides," she added, a sly smirk playing on her lips, "you really need to stop underestimating me."

[Lu Bu rose to his feet, his patience finally exhausted. Even at the youthful age of nineteen or twenty, he possessed an imposing physique, his height and built radiating raw power. He glared down at Qin, his eyes narrowed with annoyance.

"You really need to mind your own business," he growled, his voice a low, threatening rumble.

But Qin Shi Huang remained completely unfazed. She showed no hint of fear, no flicker of hesitation. Instead, she tilted her head, a playful smirk dancing across her lips. "Heh, none of my business, you say?" she echoed, her voice laced with amusement.

She clenched her fists, the sound of her knuckles cracking echoing through the clearing. "You really don't understand, huh?" she taunted.

Lu Bu, his patience snapping, raised his hand and, without a moment's hesitation, launched a powerful punch at Qin.]

A collective gasp swept through the audience. They couldn't believe Lu Bu would strike someone so readily, let alone a woman. Yet, as they continued to watch, they would soon realize that Qin was no ordinary woman.

[Just as Lu Bu was certain his fist would connect with Qin's face, he felt his punch come to an abrupt halt. His strike was no ordinary blow; it possessed the force to shatter a tree trunk in half.

Yet, as he stared at Qin, he heard no sound of agony, no sickening splatter of blood. Instead, his fist was firmly grasped by a small, yet incredibly strong hand. Qin stood before him, completely unscathed. Not even a scratch marred her flawless skin. She remained utterly unfazed, showing no sign of exertion.]

The audience was stunned into silence. Lu Bu's punch, a blow capable of devastating force, had been effortlessly stopped by Qin, who displayed no sign of strain. The contrast between Lu Bu's raw power and Qin's effortless control was striking. The unspoken message was clear: Qin Shi Huang was a force to be reckoned with, even in her youth.

Lu Bu flinched, a cold sweat prickled his skin, as he sensed a formidable aura emanating from behind him. He slowly turned his head, his eyes widening as he met the intense gaze of Hades, who was staring at him with an expression that conveyed a profound sense of…displeasure. Lu Bu swallowed nervously, his mind racing. He couldn't fathom what he had done wrong. He glanced back at the screen, then at Hades, then back at the screen, a dawning realization creeping over him.

He had just threatened Hades's beloved wife, Qin Shi Huang. And not only had he threatened her, but he had also punched her. Even though it was a scene from the past, playing out on a screen, the sheer intensity of Hades's gaze made it feel as though he was about to face divine retribution. He couldn't entirely blame himself, though. Qin had been undeniably…provocative. He had simply been enjoying his meal, minding his own business. Shouldn't he have been the one to feel aggrieved? But of course, he had been young, naive, and arrogantly convinced of his own invincibility.

Hades smiled, a chillingly polite expression that did little to mask the underlying threat in his eyes. "Lu Bu," he began, his voice low and measured, "even though you are Qin's…brother, I cannot condone such disrespect towards her, let alone physical aggression. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Lu Bu's throat constricted, his tongue feeling thick and heavy. Before he could stammer out an apology, Qin's voice cut through the tension.

"Hao! No need to threaten him, dear!" she exclaimed, her voice light and dismissive. "It was totally fine with me! After all, I was able to release some stress!"

Seeing that Hades remained unconvinced, Qin leaned towards him, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Hush now, darling," she murmured, her breath warm against his ear. "As much as you're being incredibly…sexy right now, let's not use it to intimidate my brother, hmm?" She cupped his cheeks, turning his face towards hers, their noses almost touching. "Control your possessiveness, dear." She pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

Hades, clearly swayed by her words and touch, wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "Do it again," he demanded, his voice husky. Qin smirked, her eyes sparkling with amusement. But before they could engage in a more intimate display, Okita's exasperated voice rang out.

"Urgh! Take your disgusting displays of affection to the bedroom!" he shouted, his face contorted in a grimace. "None of us here want to see you two devouring each other!"

A wave of embarrassed murmurs rippled through the audience, some chuckling, others averting their eyes. The contrast between the intense scene on the screen and the domestic squabble in the VIP section was jarring, yet undeniably entertaining.

Qin smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She wrapped her arms around Hades's neck, drawing him closer. With a playful wiggle, she settled comfortably onto his lap.

"Don't be jealous now, little brother," she teased, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she glanced at Okita. "I'm sure you wouldn't understand this kind of affection. Perhaps it's time you found your own other half, hmm?" She affectionately stroked Hades's cheeks, her gaze fixed on Okita, clearly enjoying his discomfort.

Okita glared at her, his face flushing crimson. "Fuck you, Qin! Can't you be less…gross for once?"

Qin pouted, feigning hurt. "Oh, come on! It's not that bad! And don't even try to deny that your eyes follow Susanoo-san everywhere he goes! It's like you're trying to pounce on him whenever he's within a five-foot radius!"

Okita's blush deepened, his face now a vibrant shade of red. He had thought his admiration, perhaps even affection, for Susanoo-no-Mikoto was a well-kept secret. He stammered, attempting a feeble denial.

"Ha-Hah?! Shut up! It's not like that! Stop being so annoying! You…you horny sister!"

Susanoo, witnessing Okita's flustered state, blushed himself. He tried to suppress a grin, but his smile reached his eyes, betraying his amusement. He was aware of Okita's feelings, after all, they were mutual. But to see such raw, instinctual affection displayed so openly…he couldn't help but cover his face, overwhelmed by a wave of delighted embarrassment.

Qin huffed, turning to Hades and feigning tears. "Hadessss, Okita is bullying me!"

Hades's gaze turned icy, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Okita. Okita flinched, his bravado crumbling under the weight of Hades's displeasure. He stammered, desperately trying to salvage the situation.

"A-and…and tame that husband of yours!" he blurted out, his voice a panicked squeak.

[Qin smirked, her eyes glinting with a predatory intensity. She tightened her grip on Lu Bu's fist. "So, this is your answer," she stated, her voice laced with a playful challenge. In a swift, fluid motion, she raised her other arm and delivered a powerful punch to Lu Bu's stomach. Lu Bu, caught off guard, choked, his breath escaping him in a whoosh. He was sent hurtling backwards, landing heavily at the very edge of the cliff.

He gasped, clutching his stomach, struggling to regain his breath. After a moment, he looked up at Qin, a wide, feral grin spreading across his face, his eyes blazing with excitement. "Hehe," he chuckled, his voice rough. "Finally, a worthy opponent."

Qin massaged her shoulders, a picture of casual ease. She smirked at Lu Bu. "Since negotiations are clearly useless, let's settle this with our fists," she declared. She stretched her arms, loosening her muscles. "It's been a while since I've had a little fun. Please, do not waste this opportunity." She settled into a fighting stance, her posture radiating the honed precision of a master of Chinese martial arts. She beckoned to Lu Bu. "Come."]

Lu Bu and Qin engaged in a fierce, unrelenting battle. Neither held back, their movements a blur of speed and power. As the fight progressed, it became increasingly clear that Lu Bu was no match for Qin Shi Huang. Her movements were too swift, her strikes too precise. He was strong, undeniably so, but she was faster, more agile, and her fighting style was a calculated dance of deadly efficiency.

The audience watched in awe, captivated by the spectacle unfolding before them. They were witnessing a clash between two Einherjar, a battle of legendary proportions. Lu Bu, despite his imposing physique, was outmaneuvered by Qin's seemingly delicate yet deceptively powerful frame. While Lu Bu relied on brute strength, Qin's fighting style was a symphony of speed, precision, and calculated strikes. Yet, despite the ferocity of their combat, both fighters wore wide, exhilarated smiles, as if they were engaged in nothing more than a friendly sparring match.

Thor, watching Lu Bu's joyous, uninhibited expression on the screen, felt a pang of jealousy. He had always believed that he alone could elicit such a reaction from Lu Bu. He had underestimated the bond between Lu Bu and Qin Shi Huang. Unconsciously, he tightened his grip on Lu Bu's hand, prompting Lu Bu to look at him, a silent question in his eyes.

Thor shook his head, dismissing the silent question in Lu Bu's eyes, and refocused his attention on the screen.

[As the day progressed, reaching its zenith, the once-idyllic landscape was now a scene of devastation. The verdant field was scarred with deep cracks, and the vibrant wildflowers were crushed beneath the weight of their battle. Two figures lay sprawled amidst the wreckage, their chests heaving, their breaths ragged. Their once-pristine clothing was now a tattered mess, stained with dirt and grime.

Qin's elegant attire was now a testament to the ferocity of the fight, her body covered in dust and grime. She lay on her back, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Slowly, her eyelids fluttered open, revealing the warm hues of red and orange painting the afternoon sky. She had removed her blindfold during the fight. A wide, genuine smile spread across her face. "Hahaha! That was fun!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with exhilaration. She turned her head, looking at Lu Bu, who lay beside her.

Lu Bu was in a significantly worse state. Although conscious, it was clear that the fight had been overwhelmingly one-sided. While Qin was covered in dirt, Lu Bu bore the marks of her powerful strikes: blood trickled from his nose, his cheeks were bruised, and his abdomen was stained with crimson. Yet, despite his injuries, his expression remained stoic, almost nonchalant.

Qin sat up, her smile widening. "That was the most fun fight I've had in my entire life!" she declared. "Let's do it again sometime!"

Lu Bu grumbled, his voice hoarse. "I don't even know your name," he muttered.

Qin's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. "Oh, right! I completely forgot about that," she admitted, a hint of sheepishness in her voice. She sat up, turning to face Lu Bu. A soft, genuine smile graced her lips. "I am Qin Shi Huang, Emperor of China. It's a pleasure to meet you, wild hunter."

Lu Bu also sat up, though he avoided looking directly at Qin. "Lu Bu," he said, his voice low. "Lu Bu Housen."

"Now," Qin continued, her tone softening, "can you please stop causing trouble? My people were terrified. I don't want them to live in fear."

Lu Bu huffed, a hint of reluctant agreement in his voice. "Fine," he conceded.]

A palpable sense of connection filled the arena. Everyone could see a bond forming between the young Qin and Lu Bu. The fight they had just witnessed was nothing short of spectacular, a testament to their raw power and skill. Though everyone knew they hadn't been fighting with lethal intent, a lingering question remained: if they had been truly serious, who would have emerged victorious?

[“Lu Bu,” Qin said, testing the name on her tongue. She smiled, her eyes crinkling with genuine happiness. “Then…” She stood up, her gaze fixed on Lu Bu. She extended her open palms towards him, her grin widening. “Wanna be my family?”

Lu Bu stared at her, his expression a mask of utter confusion. He hadn’t expected such an offer. Qin, seeing his bewildered look, continued, “Come with me, Lu Bu. I’ll make you my sworn brother! We can fight as much as you want, I can help you train, and you’ll have access to anything you ever need!”

Lu Bu remained perplexed, but he managed to respond, “I’ll come with you, on one condition.” He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Help me find even stronger opponents.” Qin tilted her head, a hint of playful challenge in her voice. “Am I not strong enough?”

Lu Bu huffed, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “Of course you are,” he conceded, “but you said you’re an emperor, right? And besides,” he added, looking away, a hint of something akin to shyness in his voice, “how can I kill my sister?”

Qin paused, processing his words, before bursting into loud, joyous laughter. “HAHAHAHA! OF COURSE!” she exclaimed, her smile radiating warmth. She once again extended her hands towards Lu Bu.

“Let’s go home then, brother,” she declared.

Qin and Lu Bu descended from the cliff, their figures silhouetted against the vibrant hues of the setting sun.]

‘Sniff.’ Eve was crying, her tears flowing freely. Adam gently wiped her tears, his eyes filled with fondness as he watched his wife’s emotional reaction. The scene on the screen had touched her deeply, reminding her of the bonds of family and the unexpected connections that could be forged in the most unlikely of circumstances.

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Hello everyone! It's me! So sorry for not updating for weeks(?) months(?) I just want to say that although this story may not be the best, I still get a lot of positive comment, and I'm so happy you like this story. Thank you so much for the kudos and beautiful comments!

Sadly, I won't update, I'll be on hiatus for like a few days? Summer break is near so I want to use my time to continue this story, I've been busy finishing school works that I didn't have the time to update, I'm sorry for not replying to your comments, but I'll make it up to you all after I'm done with my works! 

Also I won't update frequently since I still have a summer job I need to do, hehehe Ya know for extra money. 

I hope you all understand and patiently waiting for the next update! Bye my little sinners!ෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ

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The screen flickered for a few seconds until a new scene was shown. It looked like a bustling public place, where people wore a vibrant mix of hanfu, cheongsam, and Shenyi. The streets buzzed with the lively calls of vendors vying for attention, the joyful shouts of children running freely, the murmur of conversations, and the clinking of cutlery from restaurants and pubs. Here and there, women could be seen giggling at the attention of some men.

"Wow! This must be ancient China!" a modern woman exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder as she gazed at the screen.

Beside her, her friend smiled. "This feels just like a movie! I wish I had some popcorn right about now."

A woman in a medieval dress turned to them, her brow furrowed with curiosity. "What's a movie?"

The modern woman smiled warmly. "It's like telling a story but with moving pictures! In a movie, actors directly show the story without needing someone to narrate what's happening."

The medieval woman hummed thoughtfully. "Fascinating..."

[The vibrant marketplace continued to hum with activity. In the midst of the crowd, a tall, muscular man walked slowly, his features stern. Yet, the people around him didn't recoil in fear; instead, they seemed to greet him with a strange sort of respect.

"Ah! Looks like someone is back! Lü Bu-san! It's great to see you once again!" A portly merchant called out playfully, placing his hands on his hips.

Lü Bu halted his steps and turned his gaze towards the merchant. He moved deliberately towards the stall. A petite woman standing beside the merchant peeked from behind her father and her face lit up upon seeing Lü Bu. "Oh my, you're back already, Lü Bu. You must be tired from your journey!"

She glanced at the merchant beside her. "Father, isn't there anything you wanted to give him?"

The merchant snapped his fingers. "Oh! Right!" He bustled over to his stall and rummaged through one of his chests. A wide smile spread across his face as he retrieved something. "Here, take this to the castle! It's still fresh! I'm sure Her Majesty would appreciate it. And here's a separate portion for you." The merchant handed Lü Bu two small box of dumplings, each wrapped carefully in purple cloth.

The merchant beamed at him. "Eat well, boy! You can even share it with Her Majesty! I know she has countless servants to attend to her, but I wanted to give her something to show how much we appreciate her!"

Lü Bu observed the dumplings in his hands, his expression remaining stoic. He gave a slow nod, then turned and continued his walk towards the center of the city, where a grand palace stood.]

On the screen, Lü Bu appeared noticeably older than in the previous scene. The modern viewers, who had anticipated a figure reviled for his fearsome reputation, were surprised by the evident respect the ancient Chinese populace showed him.

[Lü Bu walked with a calm demeanor towards the palace. Along his path, vendors and shopkeepers would stop him, offering him various gifts and food items intended for their empress. By the time he reached the palace gates, his arms were laden with these tokens of goodwill.

The guards at the entrance greeted him respectfully and promptly opened the massive gates. He stepped inside, revealing a sprawling palace complex so vast that a carriage was necessary to reach the main buildings. A large carriage, seemingly custom-built to accommodate Lü Bu's imposing frame, was already waiting. The coachman carefully loaded the gifts and wrapped foods onto the back. Lü Bu then entered the spacious carriage, and it began to move.

Servants and guards were a common sight throughout the palace grounds, diligently attending to their duties. Lü Bu gazed calmly out of the carriage window. After a short journey, they arrived at the foot of the grand stairs leading to the main palace. Servants were already waiting below, bowing deeply as Lü Bu alighted from the carriage.

"Welcome back, Lü Bu-sama," one of them greeted him.

Lü Bu remained silent, a characteristic his attendants had long grown accustomed to. The servants immediately moved towards the carriage, carefully unloading the gifts and food. The head servant then bowed respectfully to Lü Bu. "I will have the provisions you brought prepared in the private pavilion. Her Majesty is already awaiting your presence there."

Lü Bu ascended the stairs, the head servant following closely behind. As he entered the palace, other servants bowed their heads. Despite the respect shown to him, a palpable undercurrent of fear lingered in their eyes, a reaction to his formidable appearance and intimidating height. They walked for a short while until they reached the serene private gardens. In the center stood an elegant pavilion, where a gentle breeze rustled the surrounding foliage. Inside, a woman was seated, contentedly sipping wine.

The woman noticed their arrival and offered a calm wave. "Finally, you're here! I was beginning to grow impatient."

Lü Bu merely grunted in response. He took a seat across from the woman as maids entered, laden with dishes and drinks, which they arranged on the low table between them. The head maid sighed softly as she glanced at the woman. "Your Majesty, isn't it a bit early for you to be drinking?"

Qin Shi Huang pouted, her expression clear even behind the blindfold she wore. Dressed in a formal, dark blue Hanfu, she rested her chin on her hands, exclaiming with childlike frustration, "I've been so stressed lately, Ying! I need a break! No matter how much I reduce that godforsaken paperwork, it just magically multiplies!" She huffed. "Seriously though! Who keeps creating such chaos that this paperwork never ends?! Can't they think for a moment that their empress is stressed?!"]

Qin sighed dramatically. "Even in death, I still work..." Hades, seated beside her, gently took her hand. "Should I simply eliminate those who cause chaos in our realm?" Qin's face brightened instantly. "Aww, you'd do that for me? Oh gosh, Hades, you're making me love you even more!"

She leaned over and kissed his cheek, while Hades looked at her with possessive affection. "Kiss me on the lips too." Qin grinned playfully. "How shameless of you, dear! But as much as I'd like to, let's save that for later, hm?" Hades' expression fell slightly, resembling a kicked puppy. Qin laughed brightly. "You're so cute!"

The others present either politely ignored the exchange or blushed profusely. Sasaki covered her eyes, her cheeks flushed, while Poseidon sighed, though his grip on Sasaki remained possessively firm. Zeus chuckled heartily at his brother's uncharacteristic display. This was a completely different Hades from the cold, stoic ruler they knew.

Buddha let out a melodious whistle at the unabashed display of affection. Zerofuku, standing beside him, clutching Buddha's right arm, a blush creeping up his neck at the intimate scene. Nikola Tesla, meanwhile, was observing the image on the screen with wide-eyed wonder. Okita Souji, however, made a retching sound, clearly beyond being impressed. Adamas stared at Hades as if the god had sprouted a second head. Despite his lingering unease about humans coexisting with them, he had been forced to accept it. First, two of his brothers had married their human rivals. Then his nephew, Heracles, had married his own rival, Jack the Ripper, or rather, Jane Smith. Even his friend (?) Beelzebub had married his rival!

It was all too much to process. Zeus occasionally spent time with the Father of Humanity and his wife. Ares now regularly trained with Leonidas, much to Apollo's annoyance. Susanoo-no-Mikoto was clearly pining after the demon swordsman, Okita Souji. Shiva and Raiden Tameemon even seemed to be developing a genuine friendship. Adamas huffed, crossing his arms, and forced his attention back to the screen.

Above them, Loki floated lazily. He too could sense a palpable tension emanating from his brother and the human he had once possessed. He sighed dramatically. Though he wasn't exactly one to judge, he glanced down to the right side of the room. There stood a solitary figure, clad in a white winter coat, his Karelian Bear Dog, Kille, faithfully at his side. Simo Häyhä leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on the screen. Sensing someone watching him, he looked up, his deep black eyes meeting Loki's mischievous purple ones. Loki grinned and offered a wave. Simo sighed softly and turned his gaze away from the God of Mischief. Loki chuckled lightly, but his amusement faded as he saw Anubis, the energetic Egyptian god, approach Simo.

"Simo~!" Anubis chirped, reaching Simo and wrapping his arms around his waist in a tight hug. Simo looked as though he had resigned himself to Anubis's physical affection and simply accepted the embrace. Anubis then flashed a cheeky smile at the Finnish sniper, who offered a small, almost imperceptible smile in return, his attention returning to the screen. However, Simo remained blissfully unaware of the smug look Anubis shot at Loki, whose purple eyes now held a distinct glint of murderous intent.

[Xue Ying sighed softly at Qin's frustrated outburst. She bowed gracefully to the two powerful figures. "Then I shall leave you both to your conversation. Please do not hesitate to call us if you require anything." Qin waved a dismissive hand at the head maid, and Xue Ying, followed by the rest of the servants, quietly withdrew, leaving the empress and the formidable warrior alone.

Lü Bu immediately seized a piece of meat and devoured it with gusto. Qin sighed delicately at her sworn brother's less-than-refined table manners. She leaned back in her seat and smiled. "It's good to have you back, big guy. Did you find anything interesting on your journey?"

Lü Bu swallowed the meat, his gaze still fixed on the remaining food, but he answered, "I met many people." Qin tilted her head, a soft hum escaping her lips. "Judging by your reaction, it sounds like it was fruitless." Lü Bu merely grumbled in response, continuing to eat.

Lü Bu occasionally embarked on long journeys in search of a worthy opponent. However, no matter where he looked, the outcome was always the same – no one could truly match his strength. The only individual who came close was Qin Shi Huang herself, but she was invariably occupied with her royal duties, leaving them with only brief moments to spend together.

Qin hummed thoughtfully, tapping her fingers lightly on the smooth surface of the table. A slow smile spread across her lips as she turned to him.

"Hey, Lü Bu," she began, her tone casual yet intriguing, "there is something I wish to propose to you." Lü Bu paused his eating, his full attention now on her. Qin's smirk widened. "This proposal might significantly expand your search for the strongest individuals. After all, such a high position would grant you access to anywhere you desire."

Lü Bu fixed Qin with a narrowed gaze, but he remained silent, waiting for her to elaborate.

Qin crossed her legs elegantly, leaning forward slightly. "Lü Bu, what are your thoughts on becoming one of my generals?"]

A hush fell over the audience. Qin Shi Huang's proposition marked the beginning of Lü Bu's legendary rise as the Flying General, a warrior whose very presence radiated the aura of the mightiest dragon.

[Lü Bu's eyes narrowed further. "I will not blindly follow your every command, you know."

Qin laughed, a melodious sound. "Of course not! While I might occasionally ask for a favor, it would never be an order. With this position, you will encounter individuals of the highest status, perhaps even the strongest men known to this land. Take me, for example. Although I spend most of my time within the palace walls, I have met many powerful individuals, though few truly stand on my level."

Lü Bu looked at her, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. Qin sighed and rested her cheek on her hand. "What I'm saying is, if your name becomes widely known, the strong will seek you out, eager to challenge you and prove their own strength. You won't need to embark on endless journeys to find them," she smirked, her blindfold doing little to hide her amusement. "Let them come to you, and you can judge their worth based on their power."

Lü Bu slowly lowered the piece of meat he held, his mind clearly weighing Qin's words. It was an enticing proposition. He wouldn't need to undertake arduous travels in search of worthy adversaries. If his name resonated throughout the land of China, the strongest warriors would voluntarily seek him out, eager to test their mettle against him and claim the title of the strongest.]

Thor let out a slow exhale, a thoughtful expression on his face. 'So this is the start of his journey...' he mused internally. He glanced at the formidable warrior beside him, a strange sense of camaraderie blooming within him. He slowly rubbed his large hand over the calloused palm of Lü Bu.

[Lü Bu hummed softly, his gaze still fixed on the food before him. "And what exactly do I need to do to become a general?"

Qin picked up her wine cup, gently swirling the pale liquid within. "It's not terribly difficult, although typically such a position requires an unbelievable achievement. But knowing you, I'm certain it won't be a challenge. We will begin recruiting your army, and after that, we'll hold a grand ceremony to formally announce your appointment!"

Lü Bu continued to eat, tearing off chunks of meat with a somewhat savage intensity. Qin sighed delicately. "If you wish, we can even hold a contest for every position needed in your army. As for the soldiers themselves, I have more than enough to provide you. So? What do you say?"

Lü Bu finally sighed, lifting his gaze to meet the amused expression on the empress's face. "Do whatever you want."

Qin clapped her hands together, a spark of excitement in her eyes. "Excellent! I shall make the announcement to my people tomorrow. Considering your... unique temperament, I will ensure you are given individuals who will not hinder your progress."

A comfortable silence settled between them, broken only by the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze and the soft chirping of nearby birds. Qin took a small sip of her wine, then carefully placed the cup back on the table, her gaze now fixed on Lü Bu.

"But I must ask," she said, her tone now serious, "why are you so determined to find strong individuals?"

Lü Bu stopped eating, remaining silent for a long moment before finally answering, "I am bored." Qin looked at him, utterly flabbergasted. Before she could voice her reaction, he continued, "...and I made a promise." Qin tilted her head, curiosity evident. "A promise?"

"It was a promise my father told me before he died. Even when I was just a child, I could kill large animals with my bare hands. A monstrous strength was granted to me the moment I was born."

Qin listened intently, her expression unwavering. He continued, "I was never truly satisfied, but there was one instance that gave me a fleeting feeling of... pleasure. It was brief, but I felt it – a power far stronger than anything I had ever witnessed."

Qin asked softly, "What was it?"

A rare smirk touched Lü Bu's lips as he looked at her. "It was a thunderbolt. It destroyed a massive tree with a single strike. I wish to witness that again, to feel the exhilaration of such overwhelming power.]

Thor blinked, processing Lü Bu's unexpected revelation. He turned his gaze towards his rival, noticing the subtle flush creeping up Lü Bu's ears despite his stoic expression. A small, almost tender smile touched Thor's lips as he tightened his grip on Lü Bu's rough hand, looking down at their joined hands.

Loki, still floating above them, let out a low whistle, his eyes darting between the two strongest warriors. 'Wow, isn't this basically a confession?' he thought, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. He hummed to himself. 'Should I also...?' His gaze drifted towards the Finnish sniper, who remained stoically focused on the screen.

[Qin hummed softly, a thoughtful expression on her face. "A thunderbolt, huh... that's understandable. Thunder possesses a raw, untamed power." She smiled knowingly. "Now that you mention it..." She grumbled, "You missed out on a lot of things. Months ago, a group of insolent individuals dared to trespass upon my kingdom. They entered the gates with an arrogance that suggested they owned the very ground they walked upon."

She continued, her voice hardening, "There were seven of them in total. They slaughtered my loyal guards and plundered prized possessions from the homes of my citizens. While they thankfully spared the lives of the civilians, the needless deaths of my guards..." Her fingers twitched, a barely contained fury flickering in her eyes. "Just thinking about them makes my blood boil..."]

Qin clicked her tongue, a sound of pure annoyance. "Ugh, I can't believe they made me recall such an unpleasant memory."

Hades, sensing the sudden shift in her mood, looked at her, his expression a potent mix of concern and a dangerous possessiveness. "What do you mean, my queen? Did something untoward happen then?" His voice, though soft, held a distinct, dark undertone.

Qin huffed, a hint of a smirk returning to her lips. "Worry not, my king. It merely irritates me. Rest assured, I personally kicked their asses back to whatever hole they crawled out of!"

Hades’s eyes gleamed with approval, a silent acknowledgment of her prowess. He knew his queen was more than capable of handling any challenge, yet the protective instinct within him was an ancient, unyielding force. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw. "Even so," he murmured, "I would have relished the opportunity to assist."

Qin chuckled, leaning into his touch. "Oh, I have no doubt. But some battles are best fought alone, for the sheer satisfaction of it."

[Lü Bu, who had been listening intently, finally spoke. "Were they strong?"

Qin's smirk widened. "No. Although their leader did manage to land a hit on me, they weren't truly dangerous. They were too arrogant, relaxing the moment they saw me and assuming I was just some arrogant noble lady flaunting her wealth." She took a sip of her wine. "I even gave them a warning: if they didn't leave, they'd regret ever stepping foot in my kingdom." She shrugged. "Of course, they just laughed at me, especially that one… that fucker." Qin's hand clenched, a vein throbbing in her forearm.

Lü Bu, ever nonchalant, replied, "What did you do? Did you kill them?"

She huffed. "No, but I did knock them out." A sweet smile touched her lips as she looked at him. "I didn't kill them because I knew you'd encounter them in the near future. You'll do the honor of killing them, won't you, dear brother?"

Lü Bu grumbled, then scoffed. "I told you not to order me around, but if they can excite me, then I don't mind killing some time."

Qin's smile brightened. "Hao! That's the spirit! You won't see them now, but in the near future, they'll come to you eventually." She paused, her eyes glinting mischievously. "And when they do, remember to savor the moment, brother. They truly deserve a spectacular end."

Lü Bu just nodded slowly, a faint, predatory glint in his own eyes. "I'll make sure they get what's coming to them. Just tell me who they are when the time comes."

Qin leaned back, satisfied. "Oh, you'll know them when you see them. They carry a distinct stench of self-importance and utter foolishness." She chuckled, the unpleasant memory now fading, replaced by the anticipation of future entertainment. "Now, about this wine…"] 

The camera lingered on Qin and Lü Bu, their conversation a silent tableau. Qin's radiant smile and Lü Bu's visibly relaxing posture spoke volumes about the deep trust between the two champions of humanity. Most of the audience watched with a tender warmth, while a discerning few narrowed their eyes, a premonition settling over them that such tranquil scenes would become increasingly rare.

The scene shifted, fulfilling Qin's earlier promise. The screen displayed Lü Bu's ceremony, elevating him to a high-ranking general within the Qin Dynasty. As anticipated, a chorus of complaints erupted from the nobles and ministers. They argued the unfairness of such a sudden promotion, especially for a "barbarian." Yet, Qin's single, resolute command silenced their protests. Lü Bu had, after all, proven his worth. The audience then witnessed Qin bestow a contingent of her soldiers upon Lü Bu, a "gift for his achievements" as she declared.

Qin further presented Lü Bu with his own base, grandly named "Castle Xapi." Following the ceremony, Lü Bu and his newly assigned army embarked on their journey from the Qin Dynasty to Castle Xapi. The viewers watched, captivated, as Lü Bu, now a general and Qin Shi Huang's sworn sibling, moved with unhindered freedom, conquering and defeating enemies left and right, ever seeking a truly worthy opponent.

The montage continued, showcasing Lü Bu's relentless campaign. He moved like a whirlwind across the land, his redoubtable halberd, the Sky Piercer, a blur of devastating power. Each victory was more decisive than the last, his reputation growing with every conquered stronghold and vanquished foe. The once-skeptical generals of Qin found themselves grudgingly impressed, and even the noble's and advisors admitted the strategic brilliance behind their Empress unconventional choice.

Lü Bu's forces, once a motley collection, began to forge themselves into a disciplined and formidable army, inspired by their general's unyielding strength and daring tactics. They were no longer just Qin's soldiers; they were Lü Bu's vanguard, a force dedicated to his relentless pursuit of martial perfection. News of his exploits spread like wildfire, painting him as both a fearsome warrior and an unexpected beacon of stability in volatile border regions.

Yet, despite his burgeoning power and fame, a shadow of restlessness remained in Lü Bu's eyes. Each battle, no matter how grand, seemed to leave him wanting. The true test, the ultimate challenge, still eluded him. The audience, now fully invested in his journey, understood his unspoken yearning. They knew that for Lü Bu, the path of conquest was merely a prelude to the fated encounter that would truly define him.